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Here’s what I’ve been listening to while I worked this morning.
Evidently, I’m in a British Indie-Folk mood today.
It’s left me with a lovely relaxed yet slightly quirkely angst-filled feeling, though.
Maybe I’ll go more in depth later at Music Savvy Mom, but for now…enjoy the tunes.
I’m going to take the Bugman out for lunch.
I have this strange urge for Fish, Chips and Mushy Peas.
Think I can find them in Virginia?
I’m going to have to change it.
And I hate when “service men” have to come in the house. No, I don’t mean members of our Armed Forces, you weirdos – I mean repair guys. In this case, the Boiler Repair Guy had to come in for routine maintnence. Now, he was very nice, and easily in his 60’s, but still it creeps me out to have anyone in another room (even the “boiler room”) in my house while I’m supposed to carry on with my day.
Yeah, as if.
Also, I’m pretty sure one should not drink four cups of coffee whilst taking diet pills. Granted, they’re prescription, but that only means that they’re *prescription* speed. Yeah, I’m zinging. Holy Fuckitos, where’s the Xanax?
And while I’m on a rant – I hate that I can’t figure out what to do with this blog. I hate that I WANT to find a way to make a little $$ writing/blogging, but that I’m censoring myself in trying to figure out how to do it. Can I say this if I want to eventually get advertisers? If I say that, will so and so be offended?
Yeah, well screw that. It’s driving my already medicated ass up the wall. I’m going to just go Popeye and say “I yam what I yam.” Take me or leave me. Like it or lump it. (Sidebar: I said that last bit to my father once in reference to the condition of my very messy bedroom once. I’m pretty sure his ears turned red, left his head and levitated for a split second.)
So…yeah. New theme.
I’m right on top of that, Rose…
Look for the “D’oh eyed beauty” to hit newsstands Friday on the November Issue.
Per CNN’s article, a spokesman for Hugh Hefner spake thusly:
“Marge Simpson is the quintessential girl next door who stole our hearts 20 years ago and has held them captive ever since. We were delighted to learn she wanted to grace the pages of our magazine. Her pictorial is truly stunning.”
(So Hugh likes the blue!)
And, am I the only one who finds it more than a passing coincidence that Playboy’s new CEO’s name is
Scott FLANDERS…?
…well, okely dokely, then.
So, yesterday I watched Congressman Jesse Jackson, Jr. decry the rumors about his possible “pay to play” parlay with Governor Rod Blagojevich as patently false…
This morning, I read my son a book by Dr. Seuss.
So, naturally, the combination of these two things in my particular portion of gray matter has culminated in the following:
So, we went to my sister’s yesterday for Thanksgiving. Tons of people, tons of food. But somehow…as we left amid showers of hugs, pecks on the cheeks and the echoes of “Happy Thanksgiving” still lingering in our ears…I looked down at my hands and realized that they did NOT contain a bulging “Doggy Bag” of leftovers.
Epic fail. *sigh*
Hence, I am about to head out to the store to buy the basic necessities that make for a good Thanksgiving leftover feast:
Turkey Breast. Yeah, as far as I’m concerned, breast is all that’s edible on any bird. I’m not paying for knees and elbows, people. I’ll roast the breast early, slice it, and let the platter sit out for three hours so it gets that nice, authentic “Leftover Patina”.
Cranberry Sauce. Sis forgot to put it out yesterday. I was sad. I may have to eat some right out of the can to make up for it. It’s a must for any sandwich.
Great bread or rolls. This, to me, is equally as important as having the turkey. I’m thinking Baguette…or some nice, light Ciabatta Rolls. num. Sandwich heaven.
Mayonnaise. Just put that down because we’re out. I don’t want to forget.
Mashed Potatoes. Now, these aren’t really a necessity. Stuffing is. But, not that crap stuffing that most poor misguided souls consume…great, Italian stuffing like my Mom made. With Italian sausage, garlic, basil and oregano and maybe some fennel. *sigh…respectful pause* Thinly sliced planks of moist, Italian stuffing truly transform ANY leftover turkey sandwich into a culinary masterpiece. But, it takes way too long to make just for leftovers, so I’m going with the mashers. I’ll put in some garlic. Yeah, I know that spreading mashed potatoes on a sandwich is double carbs, and that my derrier DEFINITELY doesn’t need extra. It’s a holiday. I’m emotional – don’t judge me.
Lettuce, Tomato, Thinly Sliced red onion, Meunster Cheese. It’s a sandwich. These are necessities for most sandwiches, aren’t they? Besides…we need some representation from the vegetable group.
Pumpkin Pie. To be sliced in sixteenths and eaten while standing over the kitchen counter while saying, “Gosh, I really don’t need this, I ate SO much, but I’ll have just this tiny sliver…a ‘no thank you’ helping, really…”
Yeah. I’m cooking Thanksgiving Leftover Dinner today, because I didn’t get any. But, that’s okay…leftovers really are best when they’re freshly prepared.
I decided to just shuffle my “Comedy” files this week…y’know, to change it up a little.
Then, when I saw what came up, I decided to just randomly pick some things, because alot of my comedy is too off-color for general consumption. ahem.
So, here’s what we came up with…based on my self-censoring, and more importantly, what was available on Project Playlist. If you’re REALLY delicate in your sensibilities, you may want to skip the first and the fourth…hey – I do what I can.
The Thanksgiving Song: Adam Sandler
Okay, I admit – this one was a plant, considering the calendar. I’ll be humming/singing this song while I make the turkey on Thursday, that’s for sure. And, I’m with you, Adam – I wish turkey only cost a nickel, too!
Argument Clinic: Monty Python
This may be my second favorite Monty Python bit. No, third…just behind the Cheese Shop, with the Dead Parrot coming in a resounding first. Of course, playlist didn’t have those two. I really need to find another way to upload my own files here. Anyway – this one always cracks my husband up, no matter how many times he’s heard it. And, in general conversation, all I have to do is give him a blank stare and then say “shut your festering gob, you tit.” and he dissolves into paroxyms of laughter. Classic.
Brain Damage: Bill Cosby
I love every track on the entire album, “Himself”. This is no exception. And it is SOOOOO much funnier and more meaningful now that I’m a Mom. “come here. come here. here. here. come HERE.” Ahhhahhahahahaha.
Male Tomboy: Eddie Izzard
There was barely any Izzard available for the player – boo, Playlist, BOO! I love Eddie Izzard – I actually laughed so hard I wet my pants watching “Dress to Kill”. He’s brilliant, hysterical, and all things wonderful….”she seemed to say…” Oh, how I wish they’d had the Death Star Canteen bit. Or the Tyrrany of Ducks. Or Martin Luther.
Baseball vs Football: George Carlin
I know, I know – a very tame choice to represent Mr. Carlin. In my defense…it’s Sunday. I’m not pushing my luck…
Thanks to my buddy Emily, I’ve been checking out Fail Blog.
Today, I am shamefully and willfully stealing their entry to share with you. Having also linked them, I don’t feel so badly. Especially since thanks to them, I may not be eating my nummy Steamed Chicken & Broccoli with Garlic Sauce any time soon…
According to The Trades article of November 18th, they’ve come out with a Limited Edition Locker Set of DVDs of the 1988 cult-classic movie, Heathers.
If you don’t know about Jeff Buckley and his music, you should.
If you do know about Jeff Buckley and his music, then I’m going to assume that you have good musical taste and also think he was awesome.
Either way, you should go here and immerse yourself in a celebration of his music, marinating in the Buckley Goodness that is McLovin’s “JeffFest” tribute.
Buon’ Giorno! Hope you slept well. I’ve got a kink in my neck, but I’ll live.
Okay…second cup of coffee is at hand and steamy, and I’m ready to talk Shuffle.
These Are The Days: 10000 Maniacs
How can you not feel good when this song is playing? I mean, really. Natalie Merchant and that voice? You’d have to be a cynic with a tiny, frozen Brussels Sprout for a heart. Speaking of Brussels Sprouts – I haven’t made those in forever. I seem to remember Liam (2.5 yo son) liking them, but I can’t remember the recipe I used. Anybody got one? Ooooh, wait – this looks good…
Ingrid Bergman: Billy Bragg & Wilco
This is from the album “Mermaid Avenue”, wherein Billy Bragg wrote music for undiscovered lyrics written by the late great Woodie Guthrie at the request of Guthrie’s daughter, Nora. Bragg asked Wilco and Natalie Merchant to join him. So cool and quirky – I love it. The lyrics to this song were written in 1950…the same year Ingrid Bergman scandalized the world by having an adulterous affair with Director Roberto Rosselini and getting knocked up. Sounds like ol’ Woodie had a thing for her, no? (Oh, and I love Billy Bragg.)
Casimir Pulaski Day: Sufjan Stevens
Gotta thank Liz Lemon for this one. (I’ll let you all work that one out in your head…) I love it – such a soothing melody, juxstaposed with heartwrenching lyrics. If music doesn’t move you – physically, emotionally or intellectually – well then, THAT would be vacuity of sound, as far as I’m concerned. This is not that. Listen and be moved.
There is a Light That Never Goes Out: The Smiths (but, not…)
Okay, wtf, playlist.com? It clearly said “The Smiths” on the tag. Who the hell is this woman, and why is she singing and not Morrissey? You’re messing with my High School memories, man! Oh, well – I’m clearly too lazy to go back and change it, so we’ll give her a shot. No way does she convey the misery that Morrissey does, but I suppose it’s a passable rendition. Sorry to give you an inferior substitute.
Badge: Cream
Ah, Sir Eric Clapton, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. No, that would take too long. This one is on my “Songs to Clean the House By” playlist. It just FEELS good – right from that cool opening. And, considering how old it is, that’s saying something. Y’know, it was written by Clapton and George Harrison, who played rhythm guitar on the track. And George was always my favorite Beatle. So…yeah.
Life By the Drop: Stevie Ray Vaughan
Oh, Stevie. *sigh* You kicked all kinds of ass. Such a shame. “No wasted time, we’re alive today….” Gah.
And, if you scroll all the way to the bottom, you’ll find some Bonus Tracks. Hey, it was late…I was tired, and evidently I had a happy clicker finger while I cruised playlist.com, because inexplicably the following got added, too:
Levi Stubb’s Tears: Billy Bragg
And, Levi Stubbs just died earlier this year. RIP.
Way Over Yonder in the Minor Key: Billy Bragg and Natalie Merchant
Have I mentioned I love Billy Bragg?
Burning Down the House: Talking Heads
I have a specific memory from High School for this one. Heh. *long pause…*
Yeah. That one is nunya. 
…because I was sitting here with iTunes open, anyway. This time I shuffled through my whole library, not just the “Not Embarassing” ones. Yeah, we’ll do it this way from now on. I live on the edge.
(Of course, I say that because I didn’t get anything particularly heinous that came up. But, I cheat even when I make the rules, so I still think I’m safe.)
I added the new stuff on top of the old stuff, so it will all still be there…call it a work in progress. Or call me lazy – either way, you’re right.
I’ll give you the fun song backstories tomorrow. Right now, I’m tired.
Okay, I just looked at the clock, and it’s only 10:30. When did I get old? The me who first listened to 10,000 Maniacs, The Smiths and Talking Heads would be so ashamed…
A lil’ something for your viewing pleasure. Everybody needs a good “bwahahahahaha!” on a Friday morning…
Well, okay…maybe not ’self’. But, definitely related to self
Just thought I’d mention that when I’m not thinking of subjects with very little merit to write about here, I’m a Mom. And, of course…I write about my kid.
When I remember.
(What? I didn’t say “a GOOD Mom“. I said “a Mom“. Pay attention…sheese.)
Anyway, go have a look-see here.
I mean, really – how many cool things can you cram into one page? Well, I’m gonna find out.
I’ve been trolling around to some of my friends’s Blogs and keep finding neat stuff, but I have NO idea what any of it means. They belong to Networks, some have Ads, countdown clocks, calendars…I’m pretty sure one had a live video feed. I must say, I’m impressed with how much y’all have been able to figure out about the Blogosphere…or, conversely, saddened by how much time you must have on your hands.
Like I said – I’m clueless about all these whosits, and about the howtos and wherefores of Blogging in general…but that’s not going to stop me from finding and adding the most off the wall gadgets I can find, just for the pure ridiculousness of it. Either way, I’m intrigued, so if you see an icon to add that will do your laundry and fold it, too, shoot it over here, will you? I could SO use one of those bad boys!
According to the Gothamist:
November 8, 2008
Naked Cowboys Settles Suit with M&Ms
*On the one hand, this is a prime example of why AdMen should run their brilliant ideas by the Legal Department first, and this falls into my “Dumbshits, you deserve what you get” file.
*On the other hand, this guy may be wackier than a Fourth of July Fruitcake, but he did come up with this schtick, and he’s the one freezing his peanuts on the corner trying to make a buck, so one might say “Fair play to him…curses on the Evil Conglomerate.”
*On the other hand…he is sort of a panhandler, and while his physique itself might reflect trips to the gym and the consumption of veggies and eggwhite omelettes…that Butter Face, stringy hair and the WalMart brand tighty whities are decidedly offputting. If I’m sitting in an overpriced cab that smells of cabbage and falafel, praying that the foriegn substance I have just detected on the door handle IS actually hair gel, I’m not gonna be pleased to look up and see Roy Rogers: Chippendale Reject out my window. In that case, I’m looking at M&M/Mars as The Corporate Robin, who was bested by the Scum of Gotham! Dammit, Batman, where are you???
*On the other hand…should he be paying THEM for this free publicity? I mean, really…
*On the other hand-
