SOTD 12/1/08: Title TBD

Ohhh and it's alll right and it's coming on we gotta get get right back to where we started from. Love is good, love can be strong, we gotta get right back to where we started from.

I've moved!

Yep, a week ago Tuesday I moved into a townhouse my parents own. It's 9 minutes from work (fan-tastic) and walking distance to movies, restaurants, and bars. It's different living alone (well...with the troublemaking cats), but I like it. I've warned my father about his habit of letting himself into my domiciles, as I have a worser habit of standing naked in my kitchen.

The big house is unsurprisingly still for sale, but that's how it is in this market.

The new house is super cool--2 bed, 2.5 bath, wood floors on the main, metal beam running thru the bedroom, full basement (for my keggers, my sister says). I don't have much furniture yet, but that'll come (the couch, specifically, on Dec 10th). I'm having a hell of a time with the lightswitches, as every single one seems to be on the opposite side from where my reflexes want them to be, but hey.

Phone showed up Wed, internet will be here Monday (well, not here, as I'm at Panera right now), and TV Tuesday.

Housewarming pending...and like any other offer, if y'all wanna drive up from GA or down from America's Hat, I'll make you the guest of honor. I'm just saying. :)

Okay, so

I had one really bad day on Friday and a few moments yesterday, but today? I'm doing fine. Finer than I expected! (Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? NO! And it's not over now!)

And do you know why? Because as I told the Wisconsin boy on the night of Meredith's Second Best Thanksgiving Day Breakup Ever, you gotta want me. Really, that's all there is to it. If you don't, then I've not got that much to be upset about. It's like grilling up some Black Angus for a vegetarian. No matter how good it is, they're still not gonna like it, so you might as well get another dinner partner.

I've got a lot going for me. Like my kickass chicken pot pie, for example

SOTD: Precious and few

You know, 'precious and few are the moments...we can shaaaaare...and if I can't find my way back home (can't find my way) well it just wouldn't be fair (wouldn't be faaaaiir), cause precious are the moments we 2 can share.'

Sometimes adjective placement makes all the difference...

You guys still out there?

It's been a while--I'm sorry, it's been crazy. I'm not going to try to cover all that's gone on in life since I last posted, but I'll catch you up as needed.

As a lot of you whom I know i.r.l. already know, DB and I have gotten divorced since you all and I last really spoke. It's ok, we get along pretty well. We're both on match.com and not too long ago, Match delivered his profile to me as a potential mate, as we expected would happen. Life has this weird sense of humor.

We're both still living in and owners of the big blue house, but were working to change the "living in" part before the holidays. So, that's the biggest news.

Now hopefully I can entertain you guys more frequently in the future!

I've not forgotten you!

I've been working god aawful hours and am soo tired when I get ome!


Here are some upcming events:
My Fiddler Crab hand
Half-Shirts At Starbucks (aka, why some people don't date)
Linen Pants Guy
The Corn Booth
The Owls and
The Crack Spider's Bitch

Stay tuned :)

My head hurts...ask me why...

Oh forget it, I'll just tell you.

This morning I was lying in my bed with my laptop resting against my bent knees. My small troublemaking black cat (as opposed to my large troublemaking orange cat) started to slip off the side of the bed and dug her claws into my quilt to gain purchase.

I didn't want her to tear a hole in the quilt, so I reached over to grab her and in the process, my PC tipped toward me and the lid hit me right on the bridge of my nose.

It wouldn't be quite so bad if it actually looked like a black eye. Kiiiinda just looks like dirt. If it's turned colors tomorrow, I'll take a pic for you--might as well laugh, I do. Less cool than the time my sister broke my nose while we were wrestling (at age 20), more cool than the time I actually did step on an upturned rake and smacked myself in the head (at age 25).

I've made it my personal responsibility to keep the McHenry County cool quotient at a median level. I contribute where I can.

SOTD 8/27/08: Raise Up, Petey Pablo

Lord I have no idea where this one came from!

Chorus: repeat 2X]
This one's for North Carolina! C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round yo' hand
Spin it like a helicopter
North Carolina! C'mon and raise up
This one's for you, uh-huh, this one's for who?
Us, us, us

[Petey Pablo]
Who am I? Petey Pab m*th*rf*ck*r
The first to put it down for North Carolina
But guess what (what?), it's been worth it
I'ma superstar, bought me a big ol' car
Four point six (see the car!)
Black fifty-four from the front to back
and got a button in the middle, make the trunk go eh-eh
But it ain't 'bout that
It's about gettin whatchu gettin and drivin all back here
Big fella's, six fella's
Half of me and Carolina niggaz grown of y'all
Whole plain, Marsian hoe, green county, criminal, damn
Transfer, center rear, brown over here (green over here)
Pass the table, down on the, (?) Eastern (lemme think)
Johnson County, Franklin, Bourgon, Newport, Warrenshell to Kingsville
(make (?) Town) slower, triangle, goldberg
Halafax, Statesville
and all my niggaz doin right behind 'em
While this right here, right here, right here, right here

[Chorus]

[Petey Pablo overlapping Chorus]
Uhh, uh-huh, uh-huh, beat it, beat it
You remember them days y'all, we used to play y'all
The radio had put our own on partner song y'all
We used to (rep our city, rep our city!)
Runnin through the school halls
just before our basketball pep-rally jumped off (hah!)
My home, my house, my hood (hah!)
My brother, my sister, my cous' (hah!)
My niggaz that'll die from beginnin
Been wit me even 'fore I been knew the world
Ya bitches parent said it, now I gotcha starin at it
Would-a been the same ol' North Carolina, it's (?)ville
Y'all niggaz just gettin it, oh it's a shame isn't it?
Oh you thought we scared, would be comin home wit a whole lotta songs
We were bullshittin?

[Chorus]

[Petey Pablo]
Man I had to do it
just incase you were one of the ones who wanted to come and ask somethin stupid
(what you think you doin?) What it look like?
Puttin it down for my niggaz in the south side
North Carolina, South Carolina
and all the little kids in the cape towns
We gonna hit y'all asses, ain't nuttin but a P.D. blast
that we got comin atcha, (beat) slammin, (earth) classic
(go for this) What's happenin, platinum
(baby your gonna drop the bomb) And I don't meant to scare ya
But I'm about to bring it home
(?) hail these streets and N.C. out the water
Had the feelin there was motherfucker had to real
(call 'em) I told ya!

Now, back to the Boone County Fairgrounds

So, this weekend, I went to (witnessed? attended?) my first pow wow!

Now, I'd otherwise say I went to "a" pow wow, but seeing as how I appear to have been drafted for corn-vending-related non-indebted servitude at the next pow wow this weekend, it seems that this one just past became my "first" rather quickly.

It was pretty cool--I like history, music (drums in particular), learning new things--so there was a lot there I found interesting. It was pretty much like the wikiarticle says above--a dance circle, multiple drum groups that took turns playing, a variety of dancers. Now, I'm told--with a not-insignificant amount of scorn--by my non-caucasian friend that this event was organized by hobbyists, rather than natives, so it was pretty different from the "authentic" kind. [Apparently I'll learn more during my corn adventure next weekend?].

I also got a totally non-authentic, but very pretty, red dress and (sorry ma) a cool anklet. Yep, more "gypsy" foot jewelry for me. I think there's a 12 step program for it somewhere, but I'm in deep avoidance. :)

I did wear sunscreen and tried to stay out of the sun, so as to not repeat my adventure from this past June. I got to sit in caucasian seating (ie, the shade) and upon my arrival promptly got tossed a bar of Irish Spring soap. Very funny ;)

I do have pictures and some sub-par cell phone video, which I'll post if I get the go-ahead.

Another of my favorite G.S songs, while I'm on the topic...

The Leaving of Liverpool.

Good music, dancing, and uisghe make for a pretty good evening if you're Irish. Or any other persuasion, for that matter! :)

A complicated guide to help you determine whether you think Monty Python is funny.

Don't worry, you'll know right away which camp you fall into!

Voyez

Found this while looking for today's SOTD

The Dublin Reels (Chieftains).

A reel is a kind of Irish step dance...

SOTD 8/18/08: Tell Me Ma, Gaelic Storm

With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes? I knew I liked her for a reason

CHORUS: I'll tell me ma when I go home,
the boys won't leave the girls alone.
They pull my hair, they stole me comb,
but that's alright when i go home.
She is handsome, she is prety,
she's the belle of belfast city,
She is a courting. One. Two. Three
Please won't you tell me who is she?

Now Albert Mooney says he loves her,
all the boys are fighting for her.
Knocking on the door and ringing on the bell,
saying:"Oh my true love, are you well?"
Down she comes as white as snow
with rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
Old Johnny Murphy says she'll die
if she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye.

Let the wind and the rain and the hail come high,
and the snow come shoveling from the sky.
She's as nice as apple pie,
she'll get her own lad by and by!
When she gets a lad of her own
she won't tell her ma when she comes home.
Let them all come as they will

Coming soon:

Details of a Boone County pow wow...

SOTD 8/17/08: Lake Shore Drive; Alliotta, Haynes, and Jeremiah

Audio

There’s a road I’d like to tell you about,
Lives in my hometown.
Lake Shore Drive the road is called,
And it’ll take you up or down.
From Ratz on up to Riches,
Fifteen minutes you can fly.
Pretty blue lights along the way,
Help you ride on by.
And the blue light’s shining with a heavenly grace,
Help you ride on by.

And there ain’t no road just like it,
Anywhere I’ve found.
Running south on Lake Shore Drive,
Heading into town.
Just slipping on by on LSD,
Friday night trouble bound.

It’s starts up north from Hollywood,
Water on the driving side.
Concrete mountains rearing up,
Throwing shadows just about five.
Sometimes you can smell the green,
If your mind is feeling fine.
There ain’t no finer place to be,
Then running Lake Shore Drive.
And there’s no piece of mind or place you see,
Riding on Lake Shore Drive.

And there ain’t no road just like it,
Anywhere I’ve found.
Running south on Lake Shore Drive,
Heading into town.
Just slipping on by on LSD,
Friday night trouble bound.

It’s Friday night and you’re looking clean.
Too early to start the rounds.
A ten-minute drive from the Gold Coast back,
Makes you sure you’re pleasure bound.
And it’s four o’clock in the morning,
And all the people have gone away.
Just you and your mind and Lake Shore Drive,
Tomorrow is another day.
And the sun shines fine in the morning time.
Tomorrow is another day.

(whoo.)

And there ain’t no road just like it,
Anywhere I’ve found.
Running south on Lake Shore Drive,
Heading into town.
Just snaking on by on LSD,
Friday night trouble bound.

SOTD 8/15/08: Gin and Juice, OAR

The banjo is the best part!

With so much drama in the l-b-c
Its kinda hard bein snoop d-o-double-g
But i, somehow, some way
Keep comin up with funky *ss s*it like every single day
May i, kick a little something for the gs (yeah)
And, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through
Two in the mornin and the partys still jumpin
Cause my momma aint home
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
And, they aint leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So what you wanna do, sheeeit
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we dont love them hoes, yeah!
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
Gs up, hoes down, while you m*ther.... bounce to this

Chorus: repeat 2x

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

Verse two:

Now, that, I got me some seagrams gin
Everybody got they cups, but they aint chipped in
Now this types of shit, happens all the time
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the d-o-g
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
Who listens, to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
And get to mackin to this b*tch named sadie (sadie? )
She used to be the homeboys lady (oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that b*tch please
Raise up off these n-u-ts, cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the dogg pound, feel the breeze
Beeeitch, Im just

Chorus

Verse three:

Later on that day
My homey dr. dre came through with a gang of tanqueray
And a fat *ss j, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
Shit, this aint no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah Im fucked up now
But it aint no stoppin, Im still poppin
Dre got some bitches from the city of compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut, Im raisin up off the cot
Dont get upset girl, thats just how it goes
I dont love you hoes, Im out the do
And Ill be

Chorus

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

Torturing the Intern: The Final Chapter

Yes, not sure what the validation group will do now that their intern is gone. My money is on "turn on each other like a pack of starving coyotes", but we'll see. One thing that has happened during the intern's tenure--although I don't think because of it--is that I seem to now be an honorary member of said group.

How do I know? The sweet and gentle souls that I had in my car the other day basically said that now that I'm participating in the abuse that's dished out, that the gloves are off. That and the fact that one of them shoulder-checked me at the whiteboard yesterday morning. *Sniff*--I haven't lost my self-respect, I've just gained 8 brothers. It makes me all teary and stuff.

So, the final act of abuse for the intern was a can of silly string. It was fantastic--he looked like he was wearing a ramen noodle hat! The pics I have don't really do it justice--I'll see if I can better ones than mine. Course, I at one point handed my can over so the poor thing could defend himself against wb, only to end up with little globs of silly string totally interwoven into my curly hair.

And yep, Mr. McHenry County Zoo, drybrushing was a much better choice than trying to wash it out. You were right. This time.

We've had 3 college interns at work this summer...

...2 girls and a boy (we'll call the boy JD). This is their last week at HCZ, and while the girls haven't been hazed too badly, JD has not had as much luck...

Or at least his car hasn't. Never let a grown man with a plotter, automotive grade 7-year adhesive vinyl, and a twisted streak near your intern's car. Yeah, that's not photoshop below, it's for true.

I'm not sure the scars will heal by graduation...

The intern himself-- >

SOTD 8/14/08: Dead Puppies, Ogden Edsl

I'd have to agree

Dead puppies,
Dead puppies,
Dead puppies aren't much fun,
they dont come,
when you call,
they dont chase squirrels at all,
dead puppies aren't much fun...

My puppy died,
late last fall,
he's still rotting in the hall,
dead puppies aren't much fun, no no no,

mom said puppy's days are through,
she's going to throw him in the stew,
dead puppies aren't much fun..
dead puppies...dead dead dead...
dead puppies aren't much fun....

1 more time for roman rusia!

dead puppies aren't much fun