Planning…
is important.
I TOTALLY should have made the microwave popcorn BEFORE I started the dishwasher in this pain in the ass charming 1942 Beach Cottage we call home…because if I do it now, I’ll blow the circuit breaker.
Son of a bitch.
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I shall not be ashamed…
The weather today sucks.
Wind is whipping, temperature won’t exceed 50 degrees Farenheit, and we’re on the third straight day of rain.
So, no…I shan’t be ashamed when I tell you that I’m not planning on doing a DAMN thing today but drinking hot tea, watching mindless television and breaking out this bad boy:
Oh…and, need I REALLY mention that I received NO compensation WHATSOEVER for this post?
I thought not.
Posted October 18th, 2009. 11 comments
This Halloween is for The Birds…
Seriously. The Birds.
‘Why?’, you ask?
Well, first of all…it’s Hitchcock:
…and if Tippi Hedren (Melanie Griffith’s Mama) could do it…
…and Barbie could pull it off…
…then I’m fairly certain I can dig up a blonde wig, a doubleknit thriftstore dress and some plastic Killer Fowl.
Heh.
Hehehehehehehe….
Stay tuned.
Posted October 15th, 2009. 17 comments
I’m in a slump. Rally caps, anyone?
Seriously.
I mean…how sad is it that on a blog called VACUITY, I can’t find anything to say? It’s not like I’ve set any lofty literary goals, here. Sheese.
Well, I’ve at least gotten off my prodigious derrier long enough start a new playlist.
(It’s over there ——->>>>>>>>>>)
I did a Shuffle of the songs I’ve played recently. So…there you go. Perhaps one of you wise, wise readers can tell me if there’s some connection between the music I’ve been listening to and my utter lack of motivation?
That’d be nice.
And way cheaper than therapy.
Thanks in advance!
psst. The old player is “Archived” way at the bottom of the page. Down there vvvvvvv.
PS: I bet this is all Helen Hunt’s fault. Bitch.
Posted May 3rd, 2009. 1 comment
Miss me?
Yeah, didn’t think so.
In case you’re wondering NOW where I’ve been…(y’know, now that I’ve brought it up, and now that you feel guilty for not thinking about me at all for a week)…I’m feeding a new addiction.
Posted April 22nd, 2009. Add a comment
Blogger is toying with me.
My dealer is now providing Drive Thru Crack, y’all…
Blogger has Mobile posting. From your cell phone. Are you KIDDING me, Blogger? Seriously – like I wasn’t ALREADY an addict?
(I have four blogs, dude. I know you don’t read them – you don’t even read this one, really, you’re only here for the music. But, I’m okay with that.)
So, thrilled with the prospect of being able to post from my easy chair – which is all of two feet from the computer – while watching American Idol last night, I put my feet up on the ottoman, took a picture of the tv (photographic evidence of my vantage point) and tried to post.
Five times.
For some reason, it wouldn’t go through with the photo attached.
I ignored the shakes and the eye twitching, and tried again.
Six more times.
Before I broke out in the inevitable cold sweat, I went to bed. I can control this, right? It is NOT controlling ME.
This morning, after I got the kid fed and my first cuppa, I re-examined the issue. I posted without the photo. Success! It went through!
…the post was all in Techno-Greek, with a plethora of question marks peppered throughout. GAH! What are these people DOING to me? Do they not realize that this sort of thing will drive me out of my ever lovin’ mind? That now I HAVE to figure out how to fix this problem? That I will spend HOURS of my life trying to find an end-around or widget or downloadable gibberish translator?
Obsession.
It’s part of the charm that is “Ri”…
Posted April 15th, 2009. Add a comment
About that last post…
No, I wasn’t drinking, nor am I on medication…well, at least not any that’s SEVERELY mind altering.
But it did just dawn on me that not everyone may have caught the movie references. If you didn’t recognize that I was totally ripping off The Graduate and Top Gun…then, yes – I would have appeared absolutely batshit insane.
Benjamin Braddock (Dustin Hoffman’s character in The Graduate…the pool scene(s) – begin at 4:50 (through Simon and Garfunkel’s The Sound of Silence), then again at 9:22 below:
And from Top Gun…well, I couldn’t find the scene where the CO chews out Maverick (Tom Cruise – ugh) and references the flying of rubber dog shit out of Hong Kong. All the other scenes are just too “Top Gunny” to stand, so I found one of Val Kilmer from Real Genius that I like MUCH better. What? Val Kilmer was in both Top Gun AND Real Genius. Perfectly logical substitution:
The bit about dental school and it being Ben’s mother instead of his dad…well, that was all me.
Just wanted to clear it up.
You’re welcome.
Posted March 28th, 2009. Add a comment
Free Music Alert!
NPR has a link for a free download of ten songs by artists from the South by Southwest Music Festival. (Thanks for the heads up, faith. You’re awesome.)
(And if you don’t know about SxSW…quickly but carefully extricate yourself from beneath the rock under which you obviously live and go HERE. Sheese.)
I’m listening right now, and have fallen IN LOVE with Blitzen Trapper. ‘Furr’ = love, y’all…*sigh*…LOVE this song!
Go. Get yours. Then come back and tell me which one YOU love…
Posted March 19th, 2009. 1 comment
Yet another time suck…
So, I finally upgraded the family cell phones this week. It was time – they were ancient, barely held a charge anymore, and some of my buttons had ceased to function.
ANYWAY…my new phone has a QWERTY keyboard. Yeah, this is something I never knew I always wanted. Thanks to the peer pressure of a crapload of my bestest buddies, I am turning into quite the text-ho. (On the upside, though, I’ve been able to minimize the amount of minutes on our plan and up the texts, so it works out cheaper. Sa-WEET!) I refuse to lapse into that awful “text speak” though, which has only minimal resemblance to English. No, I use ALL of the words in a sentence, correct capitalization AND proper punctuation, thankyouverymuch.
Just in case you wondered…that’s what I’ve been doing.
Posted March 19th, 2009. Add a comment
Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig oraibh!
…I have no idea what that means, but one of my Irish buds said it to me this morning.
Greg, I hope to cheeses we didn’t just verbally flip the bird to everyone on St. Patrick’s Day.
I’m making Green Shamrock Pancakes right now, but I’ll be back later.
You’re thrilled, I know.
In the meantime, go read THIS post if you haven’t already.
And, enjoy the music.
Go, Irish!
Posted March 17th, 2009. 1 comment
Have I mentioned that I love Townes Van Zandt?
Well, sure. But, that’s not what this post is about.
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So, my kid just found an ant cruising across the hardwood floor.
(No snarky comments re: my housecleaning, tyvm.)
He’s almost three, by the way.
He squatted down to examine it more closely. Talked to it a bit.
Named it “Fluffy”.
(“Fluffy”? wtf, Liam?)
Somehow during a game of what I can only assume was “Leapfrog”…
Fluffy was squished.
And, this is what I heard:
“OH, NO!
FWUFFY! You okayyyy, Fwuffy?
Oh-oh.
Fwuffy all gone.
Poor ant.
Bye, bye, Fwuffy.
See a’ wayter, ah’gator.
*then a heavy sigh*
Sorry ’bout yer wuck.
You get ober it.
You tough.
You get what you get, and you NO get upset!
Now, stay WIGHT DERE, MISTER!
NO MOVE. No sir.
Okay, byyyyyyyeeee!
See you soon!”
…my son evidently listens to and repeats EVERY WORD I SAY…
…this cannot be a good thing.