Here is where I shall ramble on about whatever triviality pops abitrarily into my noggin. Come here when jonesing for inconsequential, stream-of-consciousness drivel.
Am reporting live from my lovely local public library. It most definitely IS lovely, and it's a good time for me to do something so frugally-minded as utilize my library membership (spent last weekend in NYC. those adventures+ paying my June rent= me in the red!!)
If you wish to emulate me and grace your local library with your presence--BE FOREWARNED! It is not just a haven for poor students. I'd say the mix here is about 50% student/10% I can't quite tag / 40% sketchy vagrants. A guy from the 40% was sitting 3 or 4 armchairs down from me (gone now, or I'd not even dare to type about him!) and he kept sputtering at his keyboard-- "Fuckers!!" he'd say. And he kept saying "Bitch. You bitch" I dunno WHAT the cluck was going on over there, either the internet was vexing him mightily or he had a whole inbox full o' baaaad news. The silver-lining I'd hoped for was that he'd deter burglars from the general vicinity, thereby safeguarding my laptop when I had to abandon it a few times on account of diarrhea. Like, truly, I don't like to use the bathroom when I'm at the library. No disrespect to the facilities...it's just this bourgeois paranoia of mine that someone is going to steal my stuff. If I kinda gotta urinate, I *will* suppress. I am quite adept at being a pee camel when necessary. I thought tonight I was going to have a shart incident...so I tucked my iPhone into my bra, tucked my laptop into my bag (and left it there to the side of my chair, 3 chairs down from the profanity grumbler)and took my car key. I guess the iPhone move was smart, but prob my laptop is more steal-worthy than mydecrepit '02 Camry.
Anywhooo, holy Moses.. my output made me unsure of how to comply w/ their stall signs....
Oh, YOU'RE VERY WELCOME (for the massive TMI).
I must now give you something entirely new to ponder (for I would hate for us to part on so scatalogical a note!) I am going to embed below two delightful summer jam duets that are very
closely linked in my mind .. .I always associate one with the otha. I put it to YOU to judge which is *more* delightful. In other words, if Highlander-style "THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE" rules applied here, which would you have be the surviving delightful summer jam duet??? Hollah back....lemme know!!!
I was drawn to this article by..well, basically due to the inclusion of the word "Cheese" in the headline there. I am automatically down with any & all things fromage-related.
NO, sorry, I did not screen cap the entire thing. Here be the gist: the FDA discovered the sometimes-inclusion of CHEESE MITES in the rind of this cheese, and they be all grossed out
That article had a link (to refer you to more facts on mimolette) to the website of Murray's Cheese Shop. I was all- now *where* have I heard of this establishment before??? And it wasn't through any hardcore cheese shopping, because for a self-professed fromage fiend, I have little-to-nil dealings with specialty cheesemongers. I know--deplorable. I'd actually heard of 'em in a Beastie Boys song. The web site (go scope it out HERE ) inordinately fascinated me. Much more to learn there then in the skimpy mimolette article. I haven't been this thrilled by a comestibles database since I discovered the TERRIFIC Orange Pippin Website.
Later, during a surreptitious (surreptitious-ish) check of Facebook on my phone, I saw a posting by Moe's Southwest Grill proclaiming that today is National Haiku Day. Facebook being a fairly dubious source for that intel (for any intel), I set out to verify that. And, oui, according to the Haiku Foundation (there's a foundation...for reals!!) April 17 is indeed National Haiku Poetry Day. I was perusing award winning haikus on the Foundation's website, and I was like .."what the hell? These haikus are busted!!These hacks! YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG!!" Yep, I was sitting there rereading
the poems and counting syllables on my fingers.
Well, come to find out, I am ignorant about haikus. They've subdivided Haiku into "Traditional Haiku" (which is haiku as I know it: a 5 syllable first line, 7 syllables in the second & then a third and last line of 5 syllables) and then they have "Contemporary Haiku" which is 3 brief-ish lines that have NO SYLLABIC REQUIREMENTS WHATSOEV! So you're just kinda making sparse, haiku-esque free verse and that counts, does it?? I'm sorry but ...BULLFECKINGSHIT. Why do you have to call that Haiku, when it is totally eschewing the framework that defines Haiku??
5-7-5 format
makes it a fucking haiku
don't go renegade!!
Late in the afternoon, our office got to talking about the best TV theme songs (it was an attack of Early Onset Friday Afternoon Punchiness) and Sue said how she always liked the instrumental theme for Sanford & Son. This led to a myriad of sub-convos, the first being how I heartily agreed with her.
And then, poor, deprived Brian chimed in how he'd never even HEARD of Sanford & Son (quelle tragédie!!!) After I provided him with a synopsis, I shared how I had been trying to get the Sanford & Son theme as a ringtone on my cell and it was much more difficult than one would imagine. (all the legit ones proferred for sale on iTunes are crappish new-stereo-recording sounding copies) I don't know that the Sanford theme is my #1 fave TV theme song (it's high up on the list though, fer sure!) that's not why I was compelled to get it on my phone. It was more of a statement... Along with other clerical odd jobs, I've always worked closely with our agency's Director of Facilities & Materials. That is, until he left at the end of January to start his own biz. It seems to absolutely be our M.O. these past few years, to not replace the administrative staff we lose. Shit, just save some $$ and redistribute their duties!! So, while a lot of Larry's jobs weren't *officially* assigned to me, they've fallen to me kinda by default. I've become the lord of the supply room, which is part salvage yard (like medical salvage). Hence me thinking of myself as Fred Sanford. My presiding over the office junkyard. My near-constant urge to bellow "YOU BIG DUMMY" at people. I just need me a LaMont. And some ripple. I mentioned this afternoon that I was going to take to drinking ripple. Brian didn't know what ripple was either (and I suppose, if I'd never watched S&S I wouldn't have known about it either) I emailed him this excerpt from Wikipedia's nifty write-up on bum wines--
Then the crew got to wondering--could we actually buy us some ripple anywhere nowadays?? And OF COURSE, I'm the only ne'r-do-well to commence to Googling this. Now this quest lands me on a website that gives me a pop-up warning of POTENTIAL MALWARE. And I spy the word "Trojan" in the pop-up and am savvy enough to know to NOT click a damn thing on that screen, only Alt+F4 pronto & on the double, repeatedly, if needed. I seem to have avoided any PC pox crisis. I have several work pals who have contracted a computer virus...but this was in the course of looking up phone numbers or doing some other work-related search. If that was my sitch, I wouldn't really sweat it, but if I had to beg help of IT because I crashed my computer searching "Where can I buy ripple??" Oy vey...another black mark in the personnel file for me!!!
We got this fax from "The Heritage Registry of Who's Who" proclaiming "YOU HAVE BEEN CONSIDERED FOR INCLUSION IN THE HERITAGE REGISTRY OF WHO'S WHO EXECUTIVES AND PROFESSIONALS 2013 EDITION ."
Such bollocks, that. They address a definite "you", but the fax isn't even put to anyone's attention. At least the shyster life insurance sales people stipulate "All Employees" when they pretend that the HR department is faxing us about "tremendous savings on life insurance!!" (They have this ad that is a faux fax cover sheet and it's from "HR Dept" How utterly ridic it would be if anyone on the planet fell for that !! HA)
Anyway these pesky solicitous faxes litter up the table by the fax machine and kinda piss me off. I'm not enraged or anything like that, just irked. It's a douchey way to advertise...they're sucking up MY
resources (toner, paper) and tying up my fax line...how fecking obnoxious!!
Well because I was feeling...like I said, impish today, I didn't instantly toss this into the recycle bin, as usually I do. My first reflex was to fabricate the professional profile and accomplishments of Mr Hugh Janus (Esquire)or Mr Seymour Buttz. But then I thought...What tha shit...am I Bart Simpson?? How sophomoric!!
So I used the name "Trevor Harrison" to fill out the form. "Trevor Harrison" is not some arbitrary handle plucked from the ether, he is (ostensibly) the membership director over there at The Heritage Reg offices. Y'all can see just what I wrote, because after faxing it back, I scanned the thing to myself (so amused was I by my own impistry)
Now here's the dumbass part...after the scan and the fax I was very careful to BE ABSOLUTELY SURE to dispose of this application of Trevor's. I went directly to the secure padlocked shred bin and deposited it therein. Ummm, but I forgot about the fax transmission report. This prints your fax outcome ("Transmitted" or "Failed") over a slightly shrunken image of the first page of your fax. We used to have a copier that printed this page only if your fax failed to transmit (I personally think that a more sensible S.O.P.) but this new printer prints this page everytime.
I have no idea who took that thing off the printer...or who left it--face up --on the table . Nor do I have any idea who might have looked it over while it sat there for hours. Am fervently hoping that none of those people know what my handwriting looks like!! Well , no, on second thought it matters naught if my handwriting was or wasn't recognizable. Pretty much everyone in the office KNOWS I'm the only nutter apt to do such a thing. Though they may be surprised that I bandy about the word cocksucker so freely (none of them that have ridden in a vehicle I was driving would be surprised..but only a few of 'em have had that thrill). I just have to bank on mass apathy hope that nobody bothered to read it. This *does*make me grateful that my boss is a lazy oaf that would never deign to touch a fax machine( if ever she had a fax needing faxing ,yours truly would be the sender of it)
Yeeeeeeeeeeeah, more about music. I swear, next post, it'll be about something real pithy- business ethics, or quantum physics, or my favorite internet celebrity cats.
It's just that my tunes library is sorted by date of acquistion (newest songs on top) and looking at the top few songs, it struck me that it was a sampling that illustrated how loco all-over-the-map my taste is.
This first one I've been using to kick off nearly every single car trip nowadays...
I feel like I should be offended by really misogynistic rap lyrics such as these, but truthfully they don't bother me in the slightest.
And we go from that to the very lovely guitar in--
The Rumours album has been kicking around the planet for longer than I have, and somehow, incredibly, I just heard that song for the first time last week. I had already written off Fleetwood Mac as "Ok, but not really a particular fave of mine" "Landslide" notwithstanding. Everytime I hear "Landslide" I tear up, yet I still LOVE it. I guess that's technically a F-Mac song, but in my mind it's more of a Stevie Nicks thing. But anywho...not particularly into the group, but I heard "Never Going Back Again" on the radio the other night and was smitten with that guitar. The vocals are more-or-less ignorable, but the guitar is like an extract of all that was sweet about the seventies..it's floppy sun hats and daisies, and riding tandem bikes.
The instrumentals in this Yardbirds song are amaaaazeballs, It makes me want to go-go dance in hyper turbo-speed. (Ain't nobody wanna see that shit, so I just go-go dance in my mind)
It seems to me very.. I dunno... complicated for 1965. There's lotsa cool shit going on there, particularly when you contrast it with some o' the stuff from that same period...a basic little ditty like "Mrs Brown You've Got a Lovely Daughter" for instance...
We're gonna turn it oooon, we're gonna bring you the powerrr...
Oh, no, yooou guuuuuys, I WISH I was about to rant about that Electric Company, but I actually want to bitch about Green Mountain Power Corporation. And I do realize, 'tis a dull and trite rant topic...something your classic J Arthur Crank
would be apt to grumble about ...therefore I'll try to be brief.
I set up my GMP account so that it's "paperless". I'm sorta lax about attending to my actual, USPS snail mail, (whereas I'm more or less fused to a computer for the majority of every day) and that's why I've set up my account this way. It cuts down somewhat on all the mailings, though they still send you a sort of abridged bill once a month. You can,at any time, view your account online in full detail. This whole set up would be perfect if I could also pay my bill online. Well, it's not entirely true that I can't . The case is that I won't...because there's a $4.95 CONVENIENCE FEE that I cannot stomach.
Every crafty hippy peddling paper bead garlands on their bush league Etsy shop has set up a way for me to easily pay online but a corporate giant power corporation can't manage it?? They turf off the processing work to Western Union and that's why there is this infernal convenience fee. I'm trying to PAY THEM (on time, if I can swing it) and they want to charge me more so that I can do so conveniently. Does this seem whack to anyone else???
I know, I know...it's a power company. They don't have to bother with that competing for business foolishness that entails all that striving for customer satisfaction bushwa. They will charge a convenience fee and I will DEAL. "ThankyousirmayIhaveanother!"
Well, conversely (just so's you don't think I'm a dissatisfied consumer 100% of the time) there is a corporation I am actually pleased with ...and that is Mysteriously Anonymous Pad Vendors of America Association Corp LLC. No, no, I actually don't have any idea who I'm pleased with (that was a made-up corporation name.as perhaps you surmised) but here is my thought...
these vending machines were the best ever. I remember them being at Ames and I think one Ames store had a modified one w/ a Fred Flinstone inside rather than the standard FunChicken. He yelled "Yabba Dabba Doo" before vending....in my hazy recollections of the thing.
I remember when gumball machines at the front of grocery stores used to have goodies priced at 5 CENTS. It was utter rubbish, of course, but NOW the cheapest rubbish in the bank of gumball machines is a quarter. And I think the quarter machines are becoming rare! Vending machine soda prices have shot up also. It's still pretty cheap to get Sam's Choice soda in the vending machines outside of Walmart, but I, like most discerning adults, would rather drink alpaca piss. I don't know who this "Sam" is, but I seriously question his judgement. Anyway the main point here is :blah blah blah INFLATION (with a sub-point about me being old).
However, in a public restroom the other day, I had an ephiphany. Epiphanies always find me in the can--it's uncanny (HA!) The generic Kotex-esque pads in ladies' room vending machines have been priced at 25 cents since the dawn of time. Ok, well, for as long as I can remember, they have been. And, hey, it's been established that I'm olllld, therefore "as long as I can remember" = BEACOUP decades. I was inordinately charmed by this realization (I've decided that "epiphany" is too grandiloquent a term for this case...though let the record show I have had a fair amount of bonafide epiphanies on the toilet). It meant to me that this company....or perhaps companies...(probably they're unionized?) ..realizes that if you have to resort to using one of those almost completely nonadhesive, ginormous, cotton monsters then you are for certain in a bad way. And it would simply be wrong to ratchet up the price on someone who is need like that, inflation be damned. I took it as one of those rare instances of ethics trumping greed, and I was moved. (compose your own bowels wisecrack here)
I sometimes share my iTunes purchases in this forum, but since I have been a tunes glutton as of late, it would be easier/briefer to share what I haven't bought on iTunes lately. These songs remain unpurchased--not by any feat of self-restraint. It's just that iTunes ain't selling 'em . You thought EVERYTHING was available on iTunes, didn't ya? So did I, and I was sadly disillusioned. Here are some tracks that continue to elude me...my "iTunes Holy Grails"
One thing I can't even find on YouTube is a certain version of Falco's "Rock Me Amadeus". I think it's the American radio edit and there's a bit of a guitar riff that is unique to that version and also it has the educational timeline bit. I think he also says in it "Sug-sug-sugar sweet. Sugar sweet." That line is a trifle hazy in my memory, so maybe that's not really in there. But the guitar & the timeline for sure. Now, I do have a perfectly servicable "Rock Me Amadeus" in my tunes library already . But IMHO, "Rock Me Amadeus" is such a benchmark of 80s pop that I MUST OWN every. existing. variation. MUST OWN!!
There's a decent catalog of stuff by The Cramps on iTunes, but I can't find the one song by them that I reeeeally want--
And even more aggravating, iTunes has my other Holy Grail proffered on a slew of soundtracks where you can't buy individual tracks. Yes, I want this, but I'm not going to buy an entire $10 soundtrack to get it. And the only Pete Townsend record it's available on is where he performed it live (a good 15 or so yrs after he originally came out with it) for a charity concert. With an acoustic guitar. Mehhh. Not as good. No thank ye.
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I used to have this funny practice of listening to a playlist of showtunes when driving in inclement weather. This sprang from the notion that nothing bad could happen while "76 Trombones" (or anything of that similar ilk) was playing. It would be too ridiculously incongruous a soundtrack, y'know? Well, eventually, I tired of listening to ONLY showtunes in foul weather, so I expanded the inclement driving playlist to include any & all "nothing-bad-can-happen-when-this-is-playing" songs. For instance..."Whoomp! There it is" Nothing bad could ever happen whilest the dulcet tones of Tag Team are back again and making you wave your hands in the air shake yer derriere...and whatnot and so forth
Anywhooo, shuffling thru my music the other day, and up came "Surfin' Bird" by The Trashmen. I cannot help but smile when listening to that song. I started to consider it being added to the aforementioned playlist but ultimately ruled against it. While it is utterly delightful (it SO is) it is not exactly soothing to the nerves. I can't imagine I could steer serenely and steadily with it blastin' out tha speakers.
Now.as my inclement weather playlist is essentially "mood music", my mind then meandered to mood music for setting the mood. And how freakin' HYSTERICAL would it be if somebody used "Surfin' Bird" for THAT? Yeah, OK, so if it really, in-real-life happened it would be weird. But as a hypothetical absurdity, it's damned amusing. The date comes back for the ostensible "nightcap" and instead of Barry White's Greatest Hits or the old standby slow jams (Teddy Pendergrass springs instantly to mind, though I don't know that I've ever in my life listened to Teddy Pendergrass) you dim the lights and put on ...PAPPA OOO MOW MOW PAPPA OOO MOW MA MOW!! Mmmm...Hot.
Just spotted Surfin' Bird on this erudite & well thought-out list of influential 60s songs. Perusing that list led me to buy--
It's definitely an olllllld chestnut, but this version of it is fer sure my fave. < < That is nearly exactly what I wrote about it on This Is My Jam when I posted that as my proffered jam. I dig that site... you post every week a different song..whatever song you're currently hooked on. And you can write a brief caption of just why you are so smitten. And then the other side of the coin, (what I feel makes the site so very brill) is that it will recommend others' jams (based on your chosen jams and your FB likes...if you linked your TimJ account with yer FB account, that is) and you can peruse them and discover new tunes (or just browse freestyle, ignoring any recommendations). If you "follow" someone on the site (ideally peeps whose musical tastes intrigue you), then at log-in, you get the option to play a playlist of all the current jams of those folks. Me mucho gusta!! I'm always digging about for new audio discoveries.. I suppose the site isn't *WORLDS* away from something like Pandora, but I like how user-driven it is.
I cannot say that --absolutely, across-the-board , I HATE REALITY TV. I adore Project Runway, and there was a really trashy one called High School Reunion that I rather sheepishly enjoyed (and I wish they would bring back) But really there is such a godawful glut of "reality" programming on now and I hate the majority of it.
So my friend was yammering on about "Duck Dynasty" the other day and I had to interrupt him to say how much that show name always makes me imagine a reboot of Aaron Spelling's Dynasty with cartoon ducks....and how I wish that was really the case. Now *THAT * I would tune into. And somehow that image got rattling around in my noggin. I had to try and exorcise it outta there thru MS Paint...
..better than months of silence and then recycled email banter. But recycled banter you're getting (sorry!!) in the hopes that it will prime the proverbial pump and get me blogging a bit more frequently.
And hey, it's not like I haven't don *any* work-- I screen capped, I obscured last names to protect the work-shirkin' guilty. I'll be honest--vis a vis the guilt -- it's 99.9% my guilt. I don't really believe that anyone is captivated by what I'm streaming over AccuRadio. But the show & tell keeps my brain from going ENTIRELY numb....and sometimes it evolves into semi-entertaining repartee..
I should maybe stipulate that "Thigh Ride" is an obscure little musical nugget from the 80s that comes on AccuRadio from time to time. Like, more times than one would expect. When it comes on, I rarely can sit through the whole thing (well, HERE, you try!). But I do screen cap it before hitting skip, as I am irresistably compelled to alert someone (usually Kara) that I'm actually hearing a song called THIGH RIDE.
This I didn't respond to , because I think Chuck Norris is overrated and Michael McDonald is quite the opposite!
Another day--
These "chats" are not ALWAYS music inspired...sometimes I'm sharing the latest in D-list celeb news---
