The boy who I am now exclusively seeing treats me right. He took me out to see Bob Odenkirk's new movie. It was his idea and everything! Anyway, go see that new movie. And watch "Arrested Development"! It has David Cross, and David cross made me laugh out loud five different times. OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE...SALE! Ack. Just copy and paste this URL, because SG is being wonky with the breaks: http://cache.ultramercial.com/c/fox-arresteddevelopment/email_salon.htm
Did you know that Wendy and Lisa wrote the theme song for HBO's Carnivale? And no, I'm not looking up the accented a in the character map, because (a) that accented a is extraneous and (b) the e is also extraneous. They didn't have spell check in the depression-era dust bowl. Or dictionaries. Or, you know, smartypants. If you don't know who Wendy and Lisa are, go rent Purple Rain. Now. No, now. No excuses. Chop chop!
Speaking of Prince and the Revolution -- I love VH1 Classic. I love it. I programmed my digital cable box so VH1 Classic is on whenever I turn on the boob tube, and I looooove it. BLT + VH1C 4 EVA! Seriously. I turned on the TV, and who was on? Blondie. Yesterday Rush was on when I turned the TV on. Today I also saw videos from Queen, Beastie Boys ("No! Sleep! 'til Brooklyn!" -- I would've been happier if they played "Hey Ladies!" since that's a karaoke favorite) The Cars ("Just What I Needed" -- I danced like Molly Ringwald to that song because dancing like Molly Ringwald is one of three ways I know how to dance. The other two dances I can do include a modified twist and drunken flailing, and drunken flailing is not mutually exclusive with the other two forms of dancing), The Specials, Madness, Suicidal Tendencies (I remain unconvinced that Syco Miko and the gang did not receive a huge check from Pepsi for "Institutionalized" -- I go, "No Mom, I'm not on drugs. / I'm okay, I'm just thinking, you know. / Why don't ya give me a Pepsi?" / She goes, "No, you're on drugs!" / I go, "Mom, I'm okay, I'm just thinking." / She goes, "No, you're not thinking, you're on drugs! / Normal people don't act in that way!" / I go, "Mom, just give me a Pepsi please, / All I want is a Pepsi." / And she wouldn't give it to me! / All I wanted was a Pepsi! / Just one Pepsi! / And she wouldn't give it to me! / Just a Pepsi!), Brian Setzer, Stray Cats, Rush (different video -- yesterday it was that confusing one with the kid on the rocket who waves a lot, today it was the "Mission" video), The Ramones (I don't care about history / rock rock rock 'n' roll high school / 'cause that's not where I want to be / rock rock rock 'n' roll high school / I just want to have some kicks / I just want to get some chicks / rock rock rock rock rock 'n' roll high school), David Bowie (I am a DJ / I am what I play), AC/DC (JAILBREAK!), Weird Al Yankovic (Eat it!), Poison, Prince (yesterday they played "Kiss," today "1999") Living Colour (yesterday they played that bad "Glamour Boys" song, which was lame, but today was better with "Cult of Personality"; also, do y'all remember the episode of 90210 with Living Colour -- was that before or after Brian Austin Greene started his "music" "career"?; also, did you notice that the hot, hot lead singer really liked wearing jackets over his brightly colored [coloured?] Body Glove wet suit, and that the jacket would come off and so would the hair band tying back his dreadlocked mohawk? yeah), and about a million promos for a show with Iggy Pop talking with one of the two or three VJs that are one the channel. ALSO, there was a live Phil Collins concert. Okay, yes, it was for "Brother Bear," but he also played some of my favorite songs, and go ahead. Make fun of me. No, don't make fun of me yet. You can make fun of me once I've told you that I've emailed VH1 Classic's request email address from 11 separate email addresses with different video requests. Yes, I asked for Prince and Queen and... No, I won't tell you about the other shit I requested. No, no, no. Okay, fine. I also wanted to hear "If A Girl Answers (Don't Hang Up) by Vanity 6. There! Are you happy??? Fine. And I want some fucking Tears for Fears, man. Something happens, and I'm head over heels. YEAH. Oh my god, and Mojo Nixon. If they don't play Mojo Nixon, I will surely cry.
I'm taking The Boy out for karaoke. I was a karaoke queen in high school with Byron, Dez, and Carly. Man, we rocked. I did a rendition of "Darling Nikki" that would bring you to your KNEES. And I'll do it again, I will, I will. I used to do "Kiss" also, so it was a treat when VH1 Classics played it for me. Yaaayyy! Women, not girls, rule my world / I said they rule my world / Act your age, mama (not your shoe size) / Not your shoe size / Maybe we could do the twirl / U don't have 2 [it's Prince, remember, with the U's and the 2's] Dynasty / To have an attitude-- Hey! That reminds me. Your closet, if not your attitude, would be greatly aided if you did not watch fucking "Dynasty." I was watching "Dynasty" on the SoapNET, the braided headbands, THE BRAIDED HEADBANDS. Dear lord. Sometimes I'm happy that the only things I watched when I was a kid was Jem!, Diff'rent Strokes, Facts of Life, Pee Wee's Playhouse, Punky Brewster, Charles in Charge, He-Man, She-Ra, The Muppet Show -- okay, I watched a lot of TV and still do, do you have a problem with that? -- and Mtv, Mtv, Mtv. As I got older, of course, I realized how much cooler VH1 was than Mtv. I loved their "We are the '80s" shows. Awesome. I could've done without the Tom Petty videos, but so could everyone else. Poor Tom Petty. Hey! But VH1 gave Joel Veitch of Rather Good work. Yay! Angry kittens singing GnR. \m/
70% of this entry consisted of lyrics. I can't tell you if those statistics are accurate or not, seeing as how I dropped PSY 204 (biobehavior statistics). I had noticed that a full third of the class had dropped the course, and I assumed that the third that had dropped were the ones who were also failing. I followed suit since my advisor advised me to drop. Next semester I'm taking it with any other professor -- all of the other professors do not require you to memorize formulas and do not deduct points if you need a formula because hey! Formulas right on the test. Boo. Anyhoodle, I also intend to take Myth and Religion with Dr. Callender, a professor who looks like Denzel Washington and who seemed to like me when I had him for Religion 101. Interestingly enough, there is an agnostic religious studies professor (he teaches the Sacred Violence course) who looks like an Argentinian Jeremy Northam. Hot, hot, hot. I had a course with him, too. I'm also taking Origin and Evolution of Planet Earth (yeah, yeah, rocks and jocks, fuck you), English American Literature by Women, and US History Part II (since 1877). I'm taking two of the courses for writing credit. This paragraph was not very interesting to people who are not me. Well, presumably, it would be an interesting read for Dr. Ivan Petrella and Dr. I-forget-his-first-name Callendar, but that's just because people like to be called Professor Hot Stuff. Or, you know, just plain hot. Whatever works.
Ack. I got a nasty call during last week's show. I know the Metal Revolution guys -- and the Metal Revolution is a famous, famous show -- get lots of shit, but I'm a sensitive little flower. No, I am. I always have been. I'm not very good at taking constructive criticism, so you can imagine how I feel when some jagoff calls up and sing-songs, "Yooooooou're an idiot." Yeah, it doesn't feel good. And I could understand if I was having an "off" week. Sometimes I'm busy and don't have time to properly prepare a show so I just throw on what I feel like hearing at the time, and not everything sounds cohesive, but I like it. Last week? It was a surplus of Halloween songs I was unable to play during my Halloween show. I'm not tooting my horn when I say the shows were pretty darn spiffy. I got a lot of calls both nights because the shows were great. Decide for yourself, why don't you -- lookie here and lookie here.
I think I would rather have the crazy guy who did way too many drugs and who everyone about redirecting the air waves or some such bullshit. Heck, I would even like the guy who tries to get you to say the word penis by talking about phallic objects, but I think he only calls the overnight DJs (male and female). I don't need that sort of shit. What bothers me most is that the guy calling me an idiot didn't have the balls to stay on the line. "I" hadn't even completely left my mouth before I heard a click. My cat is dying. I had an appointment to take him into the vet a week from now, but I have to see if I can't get him to come in sooner. He's not eating as much, he can barely move, I call myself a moron ALL THE FUCKING TIME. I do not need that shit. If you're going to call me an idiot, at least have the balls to fucking tell me why I suck, what you hate. Is it the garage genre in general? Would you hate it if someone else was DJing? Is it my voice? Is it the music I play? Why does it bother me so much? I get dozens of calls with requests, compliments, questions about the genre and about myself, and I get one call from one asshole, and I fall apart, and this entry started out in such a happy place. Is it because I'm menstruating right now? I think it is. My back started knotting itself up when I started getting all persnickety. I'm going to go lie down with Sammy and sing to him and cry.
Did you know that Wendy and Lisa wrote the theme song for HBO's Carnivale? And no, I'm not looking up the accented a in the character map, because (a) that accented a is extraneous and (b) the e is also extraneous. They didn't have spell check in the depression-era dust bowl. Or dictionaries. Or, you know, smartypants. If you don't know who Wendy and Lisa are, go rent Purple Rain. Now. No, now. No excuses. Chop chop!
Speaking of Prince and the Revolution -- I love VH1 Classic. I love it. I programmed my digital cable box so VH1 Classic is on whenever I turn on the boob tube, and I looooove it. BLT + VH1C 4 EVA! Seriously. I turned on the TV, and who was on? Blondie. Yesterday Rush was on when I turned the TV on. Today I also saw videos from Queen, Beastie Boys ("No! Sleep! 'til Brooklyn!" -- I would've been happier if they played "Hey Ladies!" since that's a karaoke favorite) The Cars ("Just What I Needed" -- I danced like Molly Ringwald to that song because dancing like Molly Ringwald is one of three ways I know how to dance. The other two dances I can do include a modified twist and drunken flailing, and drunken flailing is not mutually exclusive with the other two forms of dancing), The Specials, Madness, Suicidal Tendencies (I remain unconvinced that Syco Miko and the gang did not receive a huge check from Pepsi for "Institutionalized" -- I go, "No Mom, I'm not on drugs. / I'm okay, I'm just thinking, you know. / Why don't ya give me a Pepsi?" / She goes, "No, you're on drugs!" / I go, "Mom, I'm okay, I'm just thinking." / She goes, "No, you're not thinking, you're on drugs! / Normal people don't act in that way!" / I go, "Mom, just give me a Pepsi please, / All I want is a Pepsi." / And she wouldn't give it to me! / All I wanted was a Pepsi! / Just one Pepsi! / And she wouldn't give it to me! / Just a Pepsi!), Brian Setzer, Stray Cats, Rush (different video -- yesterday it was that confusing one with the kid on the rocket who waves a lot, today it was the "Mission" video), The Ramones (I don't care about history / rock rock rock 'n' roll high school / 'cause that's not where I want to be / rock rock rock 'n' roll high school / I just want to have some kicks / I just want to get some chicks / rock rock rock rock rock 'n' roll high school), David Bowie (I am a DJ / I am what I play), AC/DC (JAILBREAK!), Weird Al Yankovic (Eat it!), Poison, Prince (yesterday they played "Kiss," today "1999") Living Colour (yesterday they played that bad "Glamour Boys" song, which was lame, but today was better with "Cult of Personality"; also, do y'all remember the episode of 90210 with Living Colour -- was that before or after Brian Austin Greene started his "music" "career"?; also, did you notice that the hot, hot lead singer really liked wearing jackets over his brightly colored [coloured?] Body Glove wet suit, and that the jacket would come off and so would the hair band tying back his dreadlocked mohawk? yeah), and about a million promos for a show with Iggy Pop talking with one of the two or three VJs that are one the channel. ALSO, there was a live Phil Collins concert. Okay, yes, it was for "Brother Bear," but he also played some of my favorite songs, and go ahead. Make fun of me. No, don't make fun of me yet. You can make fun of me once I've told you that I've emailed VH1 Classic's request email address from 11 separate email addresses with different video requests. Yes, I asked for Prince and Queen and... No, I won't tell you about the other shit I requested. No, no, no. Okay, fine. I also wanted to hear "If A Girl Answers (Don't Hang Up) by Vanity 6. There! Are you happy??? Fine. And I want some fucking Tears for Fears, man. Something happens, and I'm head over heels. YEAH. Oh my god, and Mojo Nixon. If they don't play Mojo Nixon, I will surely cry.
I'm taking The Boy out for karaoke. I was a karaoke queen in high school with Byron, Dez, and Carly. Man, we rocked. I did a rendition of "Darling Nikki" that would bring you to your KNEES. And I'll do it again, I will, I will. I used to do "Kiss" also, so it was a treat when VH1 Classics played it for me. Yaaayyy! Women, not girls, rule my world / I said they rule my world / Act your age, mama (not your shoe size) / Not your shoe size / Maybe we could do the twirl / U don't have 2 [it's Prince, remember, with the U's and the 2's] Dynasty / To have an attitude-- Hey! That reminds me. Your closet, if not your attitude, would be greatly aided if you did not watch fucking "Dynasty." I was watching "Dynasty" on the SoapNET, the braided headbands, THE BRAIDED HEADBANDS. Dear lord. Sometimes I'm happy that the only things I watched when I was a kid was Jem!, Diff'rent Strokes, Facts of Life, Pee Wee's Playhouse, Punky Brewster, Charles in Charge, He-Man, She-Ra, The Muppet Show -- okay, I watched a lot of TV and still do, do you have a problem with that? -- and Mtv, Mtv, Mtv. As I got older, of course, I realized how much cooler VH1 was than Mtv. I loved their "We are the '80s" shows. Awesome. I could've done without the Tom Petty videos, but so could everyone else. Poor Tom Petty. Hey! But VH1 gave Joel Veitch of Rather Good work. Yay! Angry kittens singing GnR. \m/
70% of this entry consisted of lyrics. I can't tell you if those statistics are accurate or not, seeing as how I dropped PSY 204 (biobehavior statistics). I had noticed that a full third of the class had dropped the course, and I assumed that the third that had dropped were the ones who were also failing. I followed suit since my advisor advised me to drop. Next semester I'm taking it with any other professor -- all of the other professors do not require you to memorize formulas and do not deduct points if you need a formula because hey! Formulas right on the test. Boo. Anyhoodle, I also intend to take Myth and Religion with Dr. Callender, a professor who looks like Denzel Washington and who seemed to like me when I had him for Religion 101. Interestingly enough, there is an agnostic religious studies professor (he teaches the Sacred Violence course) who looks like an Argentinian Jeremy Northam. Hot, hot, hot. I had a course with him, too. I'm also taking Origin and Evolution of Planet Earth (yeah, yeah, rocks and jocks, fuck you), English American Literature by Women, and US History Part II (since 1877). I'm taking two of the courses for writing credit. This paragraph was not very interesting to people who are not me. Well, presumably, it would be an interesting read for Dr. Ivan Petrella and Dr. I-forget-his-first-name Callendar, but that's just because people like to be called Professor Hot Stuff. Or, you know, just plain hot. Whatever works.
Ack. I got a nasty call during last week's show. I know the Metal Revolution guys -- and the Metal Revolution is a famous, famous show -- get lots of shit, but I'm a sensitive little flower. No, I am. I always have been. I'm not very good at taking constructive criticism, so you can imagine how I feel when some jagoff calls up and sing-songs, "Yooooooou're an idiot." Yeah, it doesn't feel good. And I could understand if I was having an "off" week. Sometimes I'm busy and don't have time to properly prepare a show so I just throw on what I feel like hearing at the time, and not everything sounds cohesive, but I like it. Last week? It was a surplus of Halloween songs I was unable to play during my Halloween show. I'm not tooting my horn when I say the shows were pretty darn spiffy. I got a lot of calls both nights because the shows were great. Decide for yourself, why don't you -- lookie here and lookie here.
I think I would rather have the crazy guy who did way too many drugs and who everyone about redirecting the air waves or some such bullshit. Heck, I would even like the guy who tries to get you to say the word penis by talking about phallic objects, but I think he only calls the overnight DJs (male and female). I don't need that sort of shit. What bothers me most is that the guy calling me an idiot didn't have the balls to stay on the line. "I" hadn't even completely left my mouth before I heard a click. My cat is dying. I had an appointment to take him into the vet a week from now, but I have to see if I can't get him to come in sooner. He's not eating as much, he can barely move, I call myself a moron ALL THE FUCKING TIME. I do not need that shit. If you're going to call me an idiot, at least have the balls to fucking tell me why I suck, what you hate. Is it the garage genre in general? Would you hate it if someone else was DJing? Is it my voice? Is it the music I play? Why does it bother me so much? I get dozens of calls with requests, compliments, questions about the genre and about myself, and I get one call from one asshole, and I fall apart, and this entry started out in such a happy place. Is it because I'm menstruating right now? I think it is. My back started knotting itself up when I started getting all persnickety. I'm going to go lie down with Sammy and sing to him and cry.
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