Damn, this album is really friggin' good.

I've got skin like birch bark
you can peel me off and lose me to the wind
I guess it's too late, to protect myself from this

it feels like I've been driving north
it's getting colder by the mile
and at this rate I'll be buried in snow in no time at all
but you've been building these walls for a long time
it's not that I didn't know but you'd flash me another smile
as you'd lay another stone
and I still fall for that
I still fall for that one every time

this is all that's left
just these sad sad songs
if you're going to go your way
I guess I'll carry myself along

could you build me a guardrail
to keep me from falling off of the ledge?
or throw me a rope and pull me out of this?
could you sew me a flag to remind me
where I stand without you, it's easy to forget

and this is all that's left...

well I've been taking long drives with the music too loud
I've been dragging my feet over the February ground
and I've been talking to strangers at the local bars
and I wish they were you
you know it just brings me down
tell me a joke or two I could use one now

'cause I've got skin like birch bark...

and this is all that's left...

—Driving North / Chris Pureka

It means, there's a spider on your mutha-fuckin' head.

For Cris: You got the hot foot.



You wanna cookie? I'll give you a cookie . . . *pelvic thrust, pelvic thrust*

OK, maybe I like Halloween a LITTLE bit.

Good grief, my niece is just the cutest thing.

Quite. Nice.

I just bought an album called Driving North by Chris Pureka.



I heard her song, Burning Bridges, on the Be Good Tanyas radio station I made on Pandora. The album is lovely. Listened to it last night and immediately put it in my iTunes, at work, this morning.

LYRICS:

This is a story of burning bridges
and allowing time to pass
this is a story of forgiveness
and breaking things in my hands
this is a story of understanding
you can't choose who you love
and this is a story of soft skin
and rats in the walls

well you can't just pass along
the pain that comes around
you'll go dizzy until you fall
and I know you didn't mean to let me down
but you let me down so hard

this is a story of loaded glances
and leaning in too far
this is a story of vague advances
and confessions in smoky bars
so now I am walking down the sidewalk
and I am singing to myself
and I'm going to leave it all behind me now
'cause I don't need this,
I just don't need this

and you can't...

these memories are talking and talking
and I'll do anything to shut 'em up
I've got the pillow over my head
but they won't stop
no, no they won't stop

some fantasies are never meant to be
realized at all
and some regrets could be prevented
if you read the writing on the wall
oh and sometimes you say "you know nothing can happen"
and then she leans over and lifts off your glasses
and the next thing you know you're just tangled and guilty
and you've got a head full of liquor and perfume
oh and when did you leave me
and when did you find her
and tell me is this just what you wanted...


Good review of Driving North

I'll be buying her new album (Dryland) soon. My, how I love discovering a good singer/songwriter.

Juice and a movie . . .

I hear my niece is watching Lady and the Tramp right now.

I wish I was with her.

Both Hands

This has been one of my favorite Ani songs since listening to the Like I Said album nonstop on a trip to England, after my high school graduation. I'm really loving the new re-recorded version on the new double album Canon, too. And just looky what I found on YouTube. (It's a wonder I get anything done with the interweb's snazziness afoot.)

Nope, nope, nope

Not a damn thing wrong with this album.
Heart heart heart heart heart . . .

Spring cleaning . . . in the Fall.

SCORPIO [Oct. 23 – Nov. 21]
Don't eat stale candy from a vending machine where it has sat for six months. Don't seek advice from people who haven't changed their minds about anything since the last century. And don't wear clothes you acquired before 2005 or cling to attitudes you adopted before last month. Catch my drift, Scorpio? You need to evade every influence that tends to keep you frozen in the past. In fact, I'll go so far as to say that it's time to make yourself fully available for the healthiest kind of future shock. Halloween costume suggestions: a grinning exclamation point, a rosebud about to burst open, a welcome sign, a religious devotee dressed in white.
—Village Voice, Rob Brezsny

Word. Well, except for the Halloween part. That part can suck it. Halloween can suck it. What? Where are my pants?

I never ramble.

Tis truly frustrating not having a computer at home. Truly, truly frustrating. I’ve become way too dependent on technology. But you can bet your ass I’ll never be going on one of those “Living Green for a Year!” endeavors that are all the rage right now. Nope, Green can suck it. (Just kidding, just kidding, Earth!)

Sooooooo . . . the computer is MAYBE going to work again. Maybe not. Things are fuzzy. BUT the good news is that I’ll be buying one of the G5s going off lease from my company for about $300 – and I think I’ll be bringing that puppy home next week sometime. So, that’s something. Of course, wouldn’t you know, as soon as I have a wee bit more money coming in, out it on goes. Jebus. Yet, I need the faster, better, doesn’t-shut-down-every-5-minutes machine. Need need need want want want . . .

Completely OFF subject, I heard the following conversation on Tuesday morning, on my bus-ride to work. Made me laugh SO I wrote it down for your pleasure:

Old woman: “You know Tom’s suit last night?”

Old man: “Yeah (pause) what about it?”

Old woman: “I always wanted you to buy one like that but it’s too late now. Now you’re too old.

And . . . silence.

Right. Well, that doesn’t seem very nice. But, it sure is funny . . . to some.

Moving on . . .

I am in LOVE with the Be Good Tanyas radio station I’ve created on Pandora. It rocks it. Big time. And I did some digging on the interweb this evening and bought a CD from one chick I’ve discovered. Have a list of another ten CDs I’m going to look into. Will let you good people know what I think later. YOU must be on the edge of your seat, eh?

(Sarah: Interesting tidbit . . . seems Natalie Merchant covers “Sally Ann” on a retrospective CD she put out. INTeresting, eh? Not a bad track either.

OH, and I must say, that even though Old Crow Medicine Show has “Cocaine Habit” on seemingly every album, I quite like the track on Big Iron World the best. It’s crazy good . . . so I think. And, what do you think?)

OK, I’m done talking to my sister now.

(Where was my 4:30 call today? Not cool.)

OK, now I’m done.

I really can’t think of much else I have to say. I’m sure I’ll remember something else I wanted to ramble about halfway thru my walk home (which I’m quite looking forward to tonight – need to do some thinking . . . it’s my big girl birthday on Saturday, after all. I need to start analyzing the shit out of my life and such. Per usual.)



Just going to keep going with them . . . one of the songs in my top 5 (it’s just so lovely and this is a good performance of it!):



And the video (Sarah: have you seen this?? Notice the Gillian cameo!):



My how Ketch is a lovely boy. (I really still can’t believe they played at your wedding, Sarah. You give Andrew the music responsibility and look how well he does!)

And I am NOW done talking to my sister via my blog-o.

Have one hell of a night, peeps.

Loving this song today:

from the depth of the pacific
to the height of everest
and still the world is smoother
than a shiny ball-bearing
so i take a few steps back
and put on a wider lens
and it changes your skin,
your sex, and what your wearing
distance shows your *silhouette*
to be a lot like mine
like a sphere is a sphere
and all of us here
have been here all the time
yeah, we've been here all the time*

you brought me to church
cinder blocks, flourescent light
you brought me to church
at seven o'clock on a sunday night
and the band was rockin'
and the floors were scrubbed clean
and everybody had a tambourine

so i took a deep breath and became
the white girl with the hair
and you sat right beside me
while everybody stared
and through the open window
i think the singing went outside
and floated up to tell
all the stars not to hide
'cuz by the time church let out
the sky was much clearer
and the moon was so beautiful
that the ocean held up a mirror

as we walked home we spoke slowly
we spoke slow
and we spoke lowly
like it was taking more time
than usual to choose
the words to go
with your squeaky sandal shoes
like time is not a thing
thats ours to lose

from the height of the pacific
to the depths of the everest...

everest / ani difranco

I hate your heroes.

Eff the gym. I'm going home, to eat mac & cheese and watch women cry their eyes out on The Bachelor.

My plans = Amazing.

www.readabookalready.com

So, it turns out my lovely computer has a memory problem (just like its Mam) BUT it’s being handled. Bought myself a brand-spanking new gigabyte of mems this afternoon. Surely that should make the sucker comfortable until I purchase a friend for him. We shall see, oh we shall see.

Now that I’m done boring MYSELF . . .

All of this means I’m not going to have a computer this weekend. No checking of the email, no wide webbed world browsing, no pretending to work on my “budget” when I’m really just looking at old photographs. None of that . . .

Damn.

I hope there’s good TV on.

And now it’s off to the gym for the FOURTH time this week!! I. Am. Hot. Shit. No, seriously. Seriously.

Seriously.

OH, those crazy Brits.

Gotta love this:

Pretty awesome.

Anne Coulter Hacked!

She's so fucking cool.

Fatty McFatpants

I haven't stopped eating all day. Seriously, I can't be stopped.

One night at the gym and apparently I have the metabolism of . . . of . . . Calista Flockhart?? (Yeah, I don't know . . . I got nothing.)

Although, I did manage to lose a good twenty pounds during the commute to work this morning. I have FINALLY brought my computer in for my IT friendy friend to take a look at . . . as it can't go 5 minutes without crapping out. Of course, I wouldn't have had to lug my damn tower into work had I been able to identify the hard drive upon opening said tower. (Yup, I'm a moron.)

But, believe me, I definitely lost some weight. (Which makes me think . . . perhaps I bring a heavy item from home every time I go to work? Today, my computer. Tomorrow, my TV.) That badass was heavy. And I wouldn't suggest taking the bus whilst transporting a computer. You get . . . looks . . . and stupidity. One women asked me what it was. When I said "a computer" she said "oh! I didn't realize that because it's in a case!" . . . WHAT??? What in the hell kind of computer does she use?? Fucking PC users . . .

Right . . . soooooooo, what I'm saying is, I'm a rockstar. That's pretty much it.

Bah blah bah blah bah blahhhhh

It has now been . . . I’d say . . . well . . . a long fucking time since I was last at the gym. And I’m feeling it. Big Time. It’s pretty damn horrible how quickly you can fall out of an exercise routine . . .

Yeah, so I’m going. In a half-hour or so.

Even though, after the day I’ve had, I rather feel the need to soak my head in a big ol’ bucket o’ vodka.

There’s always tomorrow, I s’pose.

G’night.

Dude, is that annoying or what?

um . . .

SCORPIO (Oct. 23-Nov. 21): Eskimos of Siberia are perplexed by the changes in their climate, wrote Usha Lee McFarling in the Seattle Times. Thunder and lightning used to be exceptional events, but now they make regular appearances. Bizarre, balmy winds breeze in out of the south. Elders who were once skilled in the art of reading the sky to foretell the weather are at a loss. "The Earth is turning faster," said one hunter. I suspect, Scorpio, that you're having a comparable crisis of faith on the personal level. For you, the Earth may not only seem to be rotating at a speedier clip, but also at a different angle. One of these mornings, you may even see the sun rise in the west. But your situation isn't necessarily as disturbing as the Eskimos believe theirs to be. For all you know, the signs are portents of rebirth. —Village Voice, Rob Brezsny

Is it OK to get weepy whilst reading a horoscope?

Perhaps that's just due to sitting at my desk, at work, on a Saturday. hhhmmmm . . .

Because I just can't get to work this morning.

TGIF.

I heart the weekend.

Goals:

1. Laundry (Hopefully tonight – God help me, I’m on my last thong. Is that too much information? Anyhoo, I have nothing left to wear. Must clean clothing.)

2. Sleep (preferably for HOURS and HOURS)

3. Lunch with Shmoob (and beer . . . lovely beer)

4. Pay hours of attention to DVR. (We need to work on our relationship. I’ve been neglectful.)

5. Gym (Sweet Baby Jebus, I hope I don’t pass out at minute 2 on the treadmill. This could be dangerous, people. I believe this will be my first time back at the gym in a couple of months. My gut will be grateful, I’m sure.)

6. Rifle thru shit and see what I can get rid of.


I’m pretty sure I’m going to be spending more time on Goal #2 than any of the others . . . and I’m OK with that.

Cuteness.

Thank God this commercial is starting to air again.



I can't stop watching it.

So, THAT was some big news . . . what else . . .

Um, I'll get back to you.