meme tootoo

So here’s the ipod random mix meme, where you put your ipod on ’shuffle’ and answer the questions– no cheating.

What is missing from my life? Ricky Gervais, (regular radio show, pre-podcast) June 11 2005
well, but the thing is, ricky is SO not missing from my life. he’s all over my ipod, and my life. to the point that the family comes in and finds the mama by following the howling laughter.

Will I find love? “Grey Blue Eyes” Dave Matthews
ooooh– that’s my Daddy’s eyes, and my Baby Girls…

Will I become rich? Chapter 18D, ‘Birthday Surprises’ from Jim Dales’s reading of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
only one more year ‘til my next birthday…

Does someone have a crush on me? ‘Get Down On It’ by Kool & the Gang
dang… me likey this news…

What is my favorite sexual position? “Love Train” by the O’Jays
hello. all those wasted opportunities in high school, when i could have had the entire football team. if only i’d known.

Am I good looking? “She’s Hot To Go” by Lyle Lovett
and THIS is why i love my ipod so much!

What makes me the most happy? “Houses of the Holy” by Led Zeppelin
hello. that goes beyond the most obvious to the indescribable tenderness I feel about our school chapels, and mi casa.

What is my biggest regret? “Overture” from Phantom of the Opera
so which overture did i miss? or fail to make?

How will I die? “I Will Follow” by U2
well THAT leaves the possibilities wide open– who do you suppose I’m following?

Do I act my age? “I Saw Her Standing There” by the Beatles
no one has ever accused me of acting my age. heh heh. even though i’ve said (with a large measure of truth) that this last year at the school did in my chances of being id’ed, it almost happened tonight. the girl at randall’s was really looking at me. no, really. but the thing is, i had a thirteen year old daughter to go with my bottle of wine. seriously the joke has been that i get id’ed at least once a year… but the annual bill is comin’ due… sadness…

What type of tattoo should I get? Track 08 (no artist)
is this like lennon’s number nine? i’m really confused.

What is my spiritual/animal guide? “Rental Car” by Beck
now that’s just weird.

Do I like pain? “Velvet Sky” by Los Lonely Boys
okay that’s way too obscure so let me share: NO!!!!!!

Is there anyone else out there like me? Ricky Gervais, July 02, 2006
now THAT’S what i’m talkin’ about!!!

Do I love to party? “The Pretender” by Jackson Browne
news to me…lotsa pretendin’ happening in my life

Where should I move to? “The Lighthouse” by James Taylor
whatever

Will I ever be president? “It’s All In Your Mind” by Beck
now THAT is some funny bullshit!!!

What is fun for me? Chapter 6b “Draco’s Detour”– once again HP
okay, that doesn’t sound like fun at all. let’s face it, draco’s a shit. i don’t want to go through the detour.

Will I ever learn to fly? “Vertigo” by U2
now that is a very true thing.

What is my superpower? “The Reason” by Hoobastank
heh heh– there are republican males i know that might disagree

Will I be successful? “I Would Die 4U” by Prince
and that pretty much says it all… any funds that come my way are like water.

How often do I get angry? “An Excess of Phlegm”– HP AGAIN which is weird given the gazillion tunes on the pod, but whatever it’s the rules– and damn funny!

What is my favorite thing to do? “I Want You” by the Beatles
and isn’t the husband happy with that answer?

So– if there was another question the answer would be “Body Language” by Queen. I want that question!

ACKKKKKK!!!

I SO feel like Bill the Cat right now.
The storms yesterday knocked out our power, and my big Mac is having fits. Last night the main drive wouldn’t load, so after booting from a firewire I ran Disk Repair (not); DiskWarrior (no logs!!??!?!); since have been running all sorts of permissions repairs and Onyx cleanups. But it’s shaky.

The thing is, I run regular backups (or so I think), but it would still be a CATASTROPHE to lose my main drive!

What I’m supposed to be doing is working on a website for my incredible artist friend Lisa, but yesterday she took me to Jerry’s Artorama (which sounds way fun in her Boston accent) and OMG where have I been? This place has been open for MONTHS without me wandering its hallowed aisles. It is pure heaven to the senses, from the oil-tinted air to the begging-to-be-stroked brushes. Yummy. So I was a virgin to Jerry’s, but no more. Lisa talked me out of the water-soluble oils I’ve been using (which I loved but drove her nuts– and whatever, it made her happy to convert me). So, she got me off on her Basic Palette (capitalized because, well, you’d just have to hear her say it). Ummm… have you noticed the slightly exual-say quality to my description of–uh–ART SUPPLIES? Geesh. Oh well, must embrace self.

So now, the laundry needs doing, the G5 is burping, the website is calling… and all I wanna do is paint. Actually I am about to finish Best Friend’s birthday present (portrait of daughter); all it needs is a little warm-up glaze. Plus, look at the frame I found at my lover Jerry’s place.

Books

Recently read “Magical Thinking” by Augusten Burroughs
& “Bleachy-Haired Honky Bitch; Tales from a Bad Neighborhood” by Hollis Gillespie (Thank you Texpat)

Just finished “Red Sky at Morning” by Richard Bradford (Thank you MDK–I will ALWAYS read your recommendations)

Listening to John Irving’s “Fourth Hand”

Reading “Female Chauvinist Pigs; Women and the Rise of Raunch Culture” by Ariel Levy — this book is a trip
also “The Mermaid’s Purse” by Barbara M. Cooper (thank you Saucymomma– sorry again and again to have missed the reading!)

Next up: Louise Erdrich’s “Tales of Burning Love”

Lurkers Lurkers Everywhere

(Okay, read this bit in an English accent):

Whilst perusing the following, please run the soundtrack from “Hee Haw” in your musak lobe: 

(Now swiich to shit-kickin’ Arkansasian):

Gloom, despair, and agony on me
Deep, dark depression, excessive misery
–Buck Owens and Roy Clark

SO, I know that someone other than my sweet SaucyMomma is reading my blog.  But she’s my only regular commenter. (Heavy sigh).

I know this because good old StatCounter lets me know how many readers I have.  It also tells me how long you stay, where you live, and your preference in underwear– so watch out.

Further proof comes from a friendly monk I know, who ignored my No Boys Zone warning, and read Tuesday’s blog.  You might ask what proof I have, since said monk didn’t comment.  Proof came when said monk called me a wanker the next day.  (Okay, can we talk about that?  How would you feel if your favorite neighborhood monk called you a ‘wanker’?  More sighs.  Gulp.  Keep that musak goin’).

By the way MonkMan, I’m going to have to create a ‘Monk-Free Zone’ if I hear any more bad words come out of your mouth.

So PUHLEEEEZE throw the girl a bone.  Just a little ‘heh heh‘.  Or a big fat ‘wanker‘.  I, in turn, promise not to reveal those of you who prefer wearing leather thongs.

Martha, Martha, Martha!

So yes, I had a major Martha moment yesterday, and converted the old silver chest that’s been hanging around empty for the past umpteen years into a game center. My Bushie cards are already in their new home– along with some random die. Later I’ll load it with our other smallish/scattered everywhere games: Farkel; Yahtzee; dominos; non-Bushie cards.
Minus the crap strewn about, it’s as cute as Martha’s. (Martha never has flotsam in her pictures).