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Sunday, May 24th, 2009 10:09 am
I've got a friend. She's going to go see Nine Inch Nails. They've got something going where if you donate three hundred to a charity of NIN's choice, you get to hug Trent Reznor.

(I swear I could hear her squee at the thought from all the way down in PA.)

So, in the name of doing such a thing, she's ditching the LEs that don't suit her. So she's auctioning off 5ml BPAL bottles of Snake Charmer Ressurected, Angeronalia 07, Melainis, Archangel Winter, Longing, Hay Moon, Long Night Moon, The Shattered Pumpkin, Hunter Moon 07, and Fairy Market. Her auctions are here, if you want a look.
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Tuesday, February 12th, 2008 12:12 pm
I spent an hour up to my wrists in cold dead chicken last night.

An hour.

One hour.

(1)

In future, I may consider deboning chicken thighs. Never again chicken breasts. Certainly not four pounds of them. They have all those fiddly little ribs. Very bad.

Also, caught up on Torchwood. Think I am detecting a distinct recurring theme, but it's hard to tell--watching them all in a streak like that, it's possible to see patterns where there's just coincidences.

Beyond that, it's a slow day at work, Aunt Caroline's Joy Mojo is a wonderful thing, and I'm about to fire up "Dance, Soterios Johnson, Dance."
Monday, July 23rd, 2007 08:31 am
Dear Internet:

Occasionally, I feel that I don't appreciate you enough. Take you for granted. Especially when I was up very late and so have read all but one of Monday's webcomic updates before going to bed and have nothing to read this morning.

(Tangent: I cannot for the life of me figure out if the protagonist in this simply hasn't thought of chopping off limbs with zombie bites before--he is a vampire, after all, and may have different assumptions--or if he knows it isn't going to work and is just being an utter bastard. Suspect the latter, but am really not sure.)

And then you gently toss up a twenty-one track steampunk compilation on the shores of [livejournal.com profile] gears_and_steam, including a Vernian Process track dedicated to Unhallowed Metropolis[1], and I remember just how wonderful you are.

(Ohhh. Three Vernian Process albums available, here and here. Must bring headphones to work today.)

Thank you, Internet.
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[1] Haven't heard anything since early June, but then it was that the files went to the printer and the book was slated for a GenCon release, so I remain quietly attentive. Is it just me, or is there a lot of green in steampunk logos...?
Thursday, June 28th, 2007 10:22 pm
Well, you can't turn him into a company man,
you can't turn him into a whore.
And the boys upstairs just don't understand anymore.
So, I was putting a dent in the dishes, and I am suddenly overcome by a desire to hear Tom Petty's "The Last DJ". I've always liked it (although I honestly never remember it's Petty). It's a pretty standard lone-wolf/artist/truthspeaker thing, I guess. And I've had the CCA and Dr. Frederick Wertham[1] kind of in the back of my mind since mid-late afternoon, which was probably part of it.
Well, some folks said they're gonna hang him so high
cos you just can't do what he did.
There's some things you just
can't put in the minds of those kids.
And now, mind you, I'm reminded of that radio DJ in The Stand--Ray Flowers, I think?--who wasn't getting sick, and who showed up to the (empty) station, and just ran a no-time-delay no-ads call-in show for people to discuss Captain Trips. (And the Army showed up and they shot him and he died sprawled over his control panel.)

But that's a *real* tangent. Anyway, I was listening to the chorus.
There goes your freedom of choice,
there goes the last human voice.
There goes the last DJ.
And I start, in defiance of all things reasonably associated with the decades-old vibe of this song, thinking cyberpunk.

Not the hard-edged metal-laced chipped-brain gunfight side of it. The information. The truth. Max Headroom. Johnny Silverhand. Hiro Protagonist. Spider Jerusalem. Hell, A Young Lady's Illustrated Primer. Even the grand revelation of the NES cure at the end of that god-awful movie adaptation of Johnny Mnemonic[2], although good god the execution on that mostly made me groan.

The angry, giddy, honest voice howling out in the middle of the prepackaged indifferent monoculture that would really much rather you didn't think. And, by extension, the setting where you could fight *with* information, where it wasn't just a prize to squabble over and steal. The neon and glass and carded doors, not just the steel and bullets and (rainy) streets.

I need songs for this. Suggestions?

(And yes, I've already thought of Warren Zevon's Transverse City. :) )
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[1] *turns head, spits*
[2] I may be being a little harsh on it. I can't tell. I'm too busy being frustrated with how they portrayed Molly.
Wednesday, May 16th, 2007 09:55 pm
(I was just thinking of songs that were enough to get me to go out and buy an album, and actively go looking for more by the artist, and play them not for background music but to actively listen.)

"Thunder Road", by Springsteen. I'd vaguely known who he was--I couldn't exactly avoid hearing "Dancing in the Dark", but beyond that there was a vague impression of him being referenced in a Bloom County comic once--and then someone (I suspect John) played "Thunder Road" for me and it clicked. Really really hard.

"The Fire Inside" by Bob Seger. Played in the car on the radio one night when John was driving me home. I bought his greatest hits album on the strength of that one alone.

Meatloaf was good, but I don't think there was just one song; same for Garnet Rogers and Chris de Burgh, though I've got favourites for the former two.

"More" for The Sisters of Mercy. (I think I was fifteen or sixteen. I make no apologies. It still works.)

Hm. Most of these are not happy songs.

...you?
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Friday, June 23rd, 2006 09:36 pm
So. [livejournal.com profile] wicked_wish posted a link to a collection of 80s music videos.

This is new and wonderful. See, I had a TV while we were growing up. But it had four channels--no cable--and I think the most attention I ever paid to it was betting my Dad that I could go without watching TV for a year and winning.

So I know the songs, but I've never seen most of the videos. Actually, I don't think I've seen any of the videos they have; the site only seems to have one per artist.

And most of them are pretty ineffective. But I liked Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start the Fire". It's not a happy song. It's fun to listen to and fun to watch, cheerful little beat and a bunch of bright pictures, but it's not a happy song. One of the clips in the video is Joel sitting in front of a huge (slowly burning) blow-up of a black-and-white picture of a man tied up, pulled one way and another by ropes. There were a couple of others I'm sure I should have recognized.

So I went browsing. Dug up the photo of the guy standing in front of the tanks in Tiananmen Square. And the one of St. Paul's surrounded and rising through the flames in the Blitz.

And now I'm listening to the Jonestown death tape.

Cut for courtesy, sensibility, and avoidable angst-burgering. )
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Saturday, May 13th, 2006 12:23 pm
I think iTunes could be a bigger money sink than Josh's birthday.

I am going to move away from the computer now.
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Sunday, May 7th, 2006 09:51 am
Just realized, when reading this post, that between last-minute rescheduling and taking Angel to the vet[1] and hanging out with [livejournal.com profile] waterspyder and Alice Cooper, I *completely* forgot that yesterday was Free Comic Book Day.

G'damn. I think I loose geek points for that.

A/y. Found out when I called my grandma on Friday that she'd had a heart attack four days earlier. My mother is currently in China and my grandma was busy getting better (they let her out of the hospital, and someone is coming in to see her every day), so I can kind of understand no-one calling and telling me, but damn. (My mother apparently knows. She's getting back on Monday. She was doing this in any case.)

My ears have stopped ringing, but my throat is still sore from screaming myself hoarse at the aforementioned concert. Apparently the guillotine routine is something he hasn't done onstage for years. And I have "Lost in America" running through my head, of all things. (This is understandable, unlike directly after the concert, when I had "Are you going to Scarborough Fair" and "Living on a Prayer" running through my head.)

Also, burning hash smells like sage. And here I thought the people in front of me were just smoking a very bad quality of pot. Ah, my fragile innocence. (I confess to being confused about why anyone would want to go to an Alice Cooper concert and mellow out. Mind you, I also confess to being confused about why anyone would go to an Alice Cooper concert and turn their back on the stage, but what the hell.)

Still looking, vaguely, for brown paper bags. I think there might be some at Loblaws. Haven't seen them anywhere else.

Got [livejournal.com profile] theweaselking a copy of the gospel of the Flying Spaghetti Monster yesterday. Just 'cause. Also, grabbed myself a book full of Cross Sums, which are apparently also called kakuro. Am very happy with that; I've never been able to find more than eight of them at once in a book, and usually don't pick up puzzle books as a result.

Just remembered I have to meet my sister in an hour. Cannot forget. She would have my head. I would not blame her.
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[1]She's fine, but back on foul-smelling antibiotics until the bottle is empty.
Thursday, August 11th, 2005 02:22 am
There is a great deal of 80s music that is, frankly, insipid. It doesn't even have the bounce to justify being called 'fluffy'. It just kind of spins around in place, showering you with dime-store dramatics and perfectly posed cuddles.

And yet, if you're willing to assign it far more value than a coolly rational assessment might grant it[1], it's uplifting. Happy happy bouncy invigorating rah-rah music. God, even "Cry Little Sister"[2] or "Temple of Love" are so damn *active*. (Have I mentioned my /Floodland/ CD went missing? Agony. Withdrawal. Tangent.)

This is good. I need something to destress right now. I've got... ehm... fourteen hours and change before running people through a /Deadlands/ session, and I just noticed none of them have any Medicine skills. You know, that happy thing that stops you from bleeding out after you get your face chewed off.

So I sit here, contemplating mining towns and strange events and monstrosities not of this earth, and how to not let them suck, and it's all fine. 'cause there's 80s music playing.[3]

Should probably stop rambling now, since the image of a zombie with 80s big hair is hammering at the back of my brain, demanding to be let in.
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[1] I'm an English major. You learn to do this for fun. Catch me in a rambling mood and give me ten minutes and I'll explain to you how Bonnie Tyler is addressing the question of spiritual development in modern society and how it parallels the Hero's Journey. 'cause I *can*.
[2] Someone slap whoever insists on attributing that to the SoM, 'kay? Not literally. That'd be wrong.
[3] This would *so* not be an appropriate soundtrack for Deadlands. The almighty Cowbell might be, however.
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Thursday, April 21st, 2005 07:27 pm
Yeah, okay, I like seeing what comes through. Downside, the first song that came to mind had the title survive the translation.

Thus, excerpts. Possibly a little easier with line breaks thrown in. Any guesses?

Summer Saviour )

Disperse ignite )

This one's easy... )

Manners fell )
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