There are so many annoying songs about rain…

It’s been a shocking amount of time since last I posted. Every time I hear the word “shocking” I just think of Will Ferrel in the movie Elf. Some of you get that…some of you don’t. I’m not explaining. So, as of late…well not a whole lot of what you would call “enthralling” things have gone down. The weather has been grade A awesome. Well, it rained today…a lot. The little girl I watch a couple days a week told me that her nana’s mom makes the thunder. I’m not sure exactly what she means there. Needless to say, I just let that one slide. I find that when I try to correct a three year old, I still end up being wrong in the end. Not sure how that works.

Great Grandma, is that you?

This entry isn’t going to be devoted to anything in particular. I’ll just fill you in on the to-do’s and the to-don’ts of my every day whatnots and thing-a-majigs.
First, been trying to whittle down my Netflix queue. I’m not really succeeding too swell there. I’ll never conquer it. I think that may be a good thing though. I watched the movie Easy A the other nite. It was so-so. I’m a little on the fence about it. Let’s just put it this way…I would never purchase it. However, Fred Armisen was enjoyable, despite the fact his role was very minor.
Next, and this is the old school section that will bore the youngins no doubt, I watched An Affair to Remember and Roman Holiday. Now both I am embarrassed to say I have not watched previous to this day. I’m not proud of myself when I say that…but it’s the truth. Both were very good…as I knew they would be.
Look kids, I kept that segment short and sweet so you wouldn’t pass out on your keyboards and wake up with square shapes imprinted on the side of your face. Some of you deserve that though. I however, am not the bringer of punishments and will therefore let it sliiiiide.
Heroes has been on our viewing schedule lately. We are playing catch up. Note: people do not say one-liners in real life. Claire, stop it.

This is a little tid bit I would like to refer to as “The Double Edged Sword”

would be utterly useless. People are such morons.

This segment is going to be both things that I love and hate at the same time. Hence the whole topic name. Let’s begin..
1. Background noises in songs. First, they can be awesome and add to the music in unanticipated ways. However, sometimes they sound like phones and I find myself searching for  the phone  only to realize, they got me..again.

2. Dry erase boards. Fun to write on? Of course.  Easy to use? Naturally. At some point though, they become a little evil. eg. Things don’t erase as they should, your hands are covered in red marker dust every time you touch them. the markers stop working well and it defeats the whole purpose. Purpose of course being ease of use and less time consuming.  Chalk boards are just mostly evil..despite being enjoyable to write on.

3. Corduroy. Now I love corduroy fabric. I think it’s super comfy and looks snazzy…depending on what has been made out of it of course. Skivvies should NOT be made of corduroy…EVER. This should go without saying…but somewhere out there someone is shocked to hear such a revelation. Now the downside…both heat and feel. Sometimes, it feels like a million bucks. Other times, it’s like nails on that evil chalk board I previously mentioned. Friction. I don’t know what it is about corduroy that makes it so darn frictiony. I mean, I guess I can look at it and figure the scenario out…but it’s RIDICULOUSLY start a camp fire ridiculous. Just saying, do not wear corduroy while camping. Smokey will resent you for the rest of forever.

corduroy friction fire. You can run but you will just make it worse.

4. Ahh the obvious caffeine. Now the love reason is beyond apparent. Then there is the hate. Not the whole “keeping me awake when I want to be sleeping thing.” That’s fair game. You drink it, you deal with it. Or the, ironic in this case, phrase…”you make your bed, you sleep in it.” Which you obviously will not be doing. I however could sleep like a baby after guzzling three two liter bottles of mt. dew and downing an entire coffee beanery. (neither of which would I do) You get the gist though. No, the hate is from dun dun dun…withdrawl. That’s right. That hangover feeling that comes when caffeine is not administered in regular increments like glucose to a diabetic. Caffeine, the crack of the law-abiding citizen.

5. Singles. No, not ones. I happen to rather like one dollar bills.  I am talking about music singles. I know that it’s giving out a little taste of what is to come on the entire cd. The bacon on the filet mignon. Well, unless you are talking pop music, then it’s like the suction cups on the still moving squid that is wrapped around your chop stick and might quite possibly choke you. In that sense (the filet mignon sense)…good. However, after about five plays, I will probably not want to hear that song for a good long while. It doesn’t matter if the song is amazing. Once it has been killed…it’s hard to bring it back. And even if it does get saved…it’s never quite the same again. Much like zombies.

I’m sure there will be more of these to come in the future. It is inevitable. For now though…the sword is sheathed. Well not the sword in the picture  because that’s just not happening.


Audio Evolution

Feeling a tribute to all things musical coming on. The more shows and concerts we go to, the more I realize how much I missed seeing live music. I took a 5 year hiatus from concerts thanks to Ozzfest 2003, which left a more than bitter taste in my mouth. What a group. But then something happened. Michael joined a band. Naturally, I wanted to start going to his shows. While there, I had a mini-epiphany…a minipiphany if you will. The reason I stopped going to shows was because of the people attending…which wasn’t why I was there to begin with. I stopped going for all the wrong reasons. So now I am going for all the right ones. I’m there for the music. I’m not at a concert because the lead singer is hot, or I might get to shake hands with fame. I couldn’t care less about that aspect. Fame is fleeting, looks are too. Music is infinity. What and who a person is changes. A song, however, remains in tact, exactly what it was 5, 10, 50 years ago. I’ve realized in my music evolution (and it’s been an embarrassing ride at times) that I look back at stuff I listened to and grimace. It’s not the music that has changed though, it’s me. It correlates with my evolution as a human being. I look back and cringe at how I was in high school. I think we all do, or at least sort of should. We were fickle, naive, illogical..which is exactly what my music tastes were at times. Your music tastes say a lot about the person that puts that cd in the player ( or chooses a song on the mp3 player, to keep up with the technologically savvy).  My music evolution, much like the defining of my life has been a bumpy ride. I started out with the rebellious, loud, improper and transitioned into the mellow, relaxed, calming tunes. Just like life, when I was younger I was free to do as I pleased .Then as a parent I was tethered to life, and it was calm and serene, just like my music. Now that my son is older and can do more for himself, I’m able to branch out on my own more and live a little more separate at times. My music tastes have come full circle, but have balanced. A little rebellious, a bit heavier, but still mixed with the tranquil songs that evoked stability and constancy.  While an in-studio environment provides a more technically “perfect” performance, I really missed the live experience, the unpredictable and spur of the moment sounds. And what’s even more unexpected was that I did miss the crowds. Turns up I was just at the wrong shows  in my music infancy. My first notice of this was at my first Clutch show following my concert absence. The crowd was alive, and completely enveloped in the music. There was a palpable camaraderie as well. Everyone was there for the music, not for a light show or to see the latest trends. I didn’t need anything signed or to get a picture with the band. That’s not why I was there. I don’t know the band, I know the music. I highly respect the band that made that music, but I don’t pretend to be on personal terms with them.

After my realization, I’ve decided that I am going to try to absorb as many shows as possible, my musical osmosis. There won’t be any more hiatuses or lapses in my presence at shows from here on out (if humanly possible) . I’m in it for the long haul. If you were to ask me why I love the music I do, I would tell you  genuineness.  It’s knowing that when a band, or singer stands on a stage or in front of a mic in a studio, that they feel what comes out. That’s what I get out of live shows. It’s standing in a sea of people taking in something tangible, something truly authentic. That’s what makes good music. That’s why I’ll be standing in the audience.

A rare Thursday nite that did anything but suck, courtesy of QOTSA.

Queens of the Stone Age set list, Electric Factory, Philadelphia. PA March 24th, 2011:

  1. Encore:
  2. Encore 2:
  3. The show was incredible. The crowd was anything but lethargic…except that top balcony in the back. Guess where I’m glad I wasn’t? You got it…top balcony in the back. We were decently close to the stage on the right hand side. There was a no smoking policy, but as soon as Homme ignored it…everyone followed suit. The floors were sticky, the air was smokey…and I couldn’t have cared less. Show was spot on. Opening band, the Dough Rollers was really good. Kind of rockabilly, bluesy, old rock. They were great musicians and genuine. I like the type of bands you can feel getting into their music. Good stuff. I’ll definitely be purchasing a cd in the near future.  I got in the wrong line for the pat down on my way in. The staff was like, “Get in the chick line.” However, the chicks patting down seriously looked like dudes…so a sign was needed.  Just stating the truth. Just confusing. We did make a wrong turn after the show and end up in Jersey…unable to turn around. Hello Camden. Hello, lots o’ cops. Goodbye Jersey, hello Philly…and a stop to Dunkin donuts for the second time that nite. *Insert boston creme donut into face here* The stars certainly aligned for this show. Ticketmaster just freakishly had tickets for sale on their site to the sold out show…two days before the concert. Michael had to call the day before the show to get them though because the site wasn’t working. We were able to get a babysitter that same day and there we were. If that’s not fate, I don’t know what is.  I didn’t take pics or video (didn’t want interrupt my music experience)…but enjoy a piece of their magic via someone else’s hard work.

The Big Dollbaucle.

I don’t know why it is people love dolls so. In all honesty, I find most of them to be beyond a level of creepy than I could ever handle in my house. Apparently, other people don’t mind having little glass eyeballs watching them live their every day lives. I myself don’t want to look under my  bed and be attacked by the clown that used to be sitting on the chair in the corner. And so begins the doll edition. I’m sorry if I make it hard for you to get a good REM cycle tonite. If I can’t purge my mind of them…then neither can  you.

First the vintage creepos.

Is she looking at you? You'll never know.

Please? Just let me take over your life and you can have mine.

Now…next we will touch upon places they took Barbie that never should have happened. Ok, so some of these are obviously not on stores shelves.


Avian Flu Barbie.


Ok, so this one I can condone.


Everything within arms reach

Now, never have I  looked at Amish people and thought, “Man, they’re creepy.” However, it seems like whenever people decide to make “Amish dolls” ( that is dolls of the Amish…not the dolls that Amish people make) they come out like something out of a horror movie. I don’t know why it is that they can’t seem to make them look like normal human beings…but these will NEVER be in close proximity to me.  And so the awfulness begins.


Where to begin? Oh, I about the glazed over death eyes.

a magic wishing apple. One bite and alllll your dreams will come true.

Look at the boy. He looks like he is in his 30's. Possibly Louie Anderson as a baby?

Staging a coup.

Apparently, the Jane eyre of Amish dolls. Hopefully they made Mr. Rochester, or she's up the creek without a paddle.

Obviously a Brandon Teena sort of scenario.

And Last but not least, a different sort of doll. I don’t know…for some reason I rather like them. Go figure.

I'm not sure who actually gets this doll. I mean, if you gave a kidney, I guess you could. Maybe a part of your liver. Other than that, I don't think you are going to be around to ENJOY this particular treasure.

The Road to recovery is littered with distractions and…ohh something shiny.

I think I’m just writing tonite. If you are all behaved little children, I may bestow on you a pretty picture at the end of my rantings and filler. This whole daylight savings thing seems to be an utter and complete was of my valuable time. I’m convinced there’s no purpose for it except to…wait, I’ve got nothing.  There is only one man who should control time, and that is none other than the one and only Doctor Who. I pity you if you are ignorant in the ways of the time lord. I’ll let is slip this time though because I’ve just displayed my geeky side and am hoping people forget that little detail about my inner workings.

Show last nite at Mojo was Awesome with a capital “A”. I do have to say, that that is one ridiculously small stage though. I felt bad for everyone because the lights were rather on the bright side as well. With all the beer and sweat that gets poured on that stage on a regular basis,  there’s no way that thing isn’t a petri dish of bacteria. C’est la vie. Everyone played well though, despite the cramped conditions and heat issues. Minus Francis’ slow motion moshing with no one during Iron Man, all was well in the world.  It was just like this…minus the water. Also, side note…must eat before going out. Rooms will spin. Ok, so let’s recap the night.


Jagger was doing his best hands impression in front of me
Corey Haim sung at one point.
aaaaand Francis Buxton angered the locals. No pitchforks or torches emerged though.

I found this little gem today. Time line doppelgangers…after horrific lifestyle choices.


El Chupacabra in his present form...


The vision of what's to come? If this comes to fruition...Chuey gets put down. He would want it that way.

Alright, so not as much writing as I originally supposed. I will leave you with this little tid bit I discovered. Life was weird in a whole different sort of way back in the day.

Advertisement genius.


The House Edition

Just things I love. Not all together in the same house necessarily.

I don't know why...but this looks Tim Burton-esque to me.

awesome fish tank
Vital building

well hello, ladies and gents…prepare yourselves.

I don’t know what you are preparing yourselves for…so best to prepare for all eventualities. End of the world? Make sure you’re on the up and up. End of the week? Make sure you get up to the Black Hand show at Mojo Main. Don’t  say you weren’t forewarned.

Alright. So let’s take on a subject I don’t really care that much about…but want to take on any way. Charlie Sheen. He gets his own sentence because he’s been in the lime light so often as of late. First off, it was Charlie Sheen that was dropped…not the Simpsons.  I’m being blunt and harsh…but it’s the only life I know.  Let’s break down his career and see if tears should be shed.

  1. Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Three Musketeers, The Rookie, The Big Bounce…I’m willing to say are enjoyable. Two of which, he has side roles in. Big Bounce only gets to be included because of Morgan Freeman…so I’m not sure that really even counts.
  2. All Dogs Go to Heaven 2, Hot Shots one and deux, aaaand Scary Movie 4….really? Not great contributions to our time.
  3. Brother to Emilio Estevez

Ok, so I’m not sure why number three was listed. It just seems like that is something working against him..for obvious reasons. I mean think of all the incredible Emilio Estevez flicks you have seen in your life time. Go ahead, I’ll wait. What? Back already? That was a short trip to nowhere and back on the public transit of movie failures. But we’re not here to attack Emilio. He gave up and went home years ago..and we’re all the better for it. Thank you, Emilio for standing up and doing the right thing for your country. Now, back to Charlie ol’ boy..or should I say Carlos Irwin Estevez?  And how weird is it that his dad took on Sheen as an acting name  (taken from the reverend Sheen) and then his son and wife took on the name as well? Reality is starting to blur. It’s the D&D of name conundrums. I’m done with Carlos…for now.

So, I have this problem. I’m thinking of seeking help for it…well, ok, that’s not entirely true. I have like five bands that I listen to non-stop because they rock the socks off the competition. I’m the sort that can listen to a cd or watch a movie I love up and down, back and forward until I’m dreaming in DVD/CD formats. I’m not saying it’s healthy…but it’s a nice way to live. Michael is not this way. I think I drag him down with me. He will tell me to pick a cd to listen to and I always come back with the same 40 cds…without fail. Then he says something along the lines of, “We’ve got over 3o0 cds. Why do you always pick the same ones?” They’re just in my blood. It’s band loyalty. However, I do like to listen to other stuff. I just won’t be the one to pick the cd. Eg. I pick Clutch and QOTSA the most. Today I decided to mix it up and listen to…Them Crooked Vultures. Now, you might be able to see the humor in this. Never stray to far from the cd hive. I do need to get some new music though. I never find new bands I like these days. If you have any suggestions…feel free to drop them on me. Leave the speed punk, emo, 80’s metal, and pop at home though. I didn’t say country…but I assumed that was a given.

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