The Adore...

Paolo Conte, and songs sung in Italian. Is there anything better? I heard this Italian song tonight after drinking 2 grande Margarita's in an authentic Mexican cantina. I had heard this song many years ago but forgot the goodness. So, for your listening pleasure I present Via con me, sung by the great Paolo Conte.

Myspace and Facebook and Twitter! Oh My!

The other night I was suffering from another nasty case of insomnia, so I decided to get online and check my electronic-mail, and there it was, an invitation from my friend Davina to join Twitter. Wow, another form of sending out a mass texts/status. Is this the only way we communicate with people now?
Out of all the personal networking sites I'm still a loyalist to Myspace. Facebook bothers me in the sense that everyone on there collects friends like baseball cards. I mean do you really have 153 friends in real life? Not me.
I guess I'll give Twitter a whirl.
Who am I kidding. I'll invite some friends to join me on Twitter. Send out some tweets, and then never return.

Viva Mexico

Something happened to me after I had my kids. I never got sick. 3 years and not even a cold. It's become a mind over matter sort of thing I guess. When my kid's get sick I just tell myself I can't. And I don't. Well guess what? I'm sick. It finally got me, and it's kicking my ass. I hate going to the doctor. I usually self diagnose my ailment via Internet and thanks to my friend Jeff I have drugs to cure my self- diagnosed sinus infection/Strepococcal pharyngitis. I've got 3 bottles of 100 count Mexican amoxicillin. Every year Jeff goes to Mexico and always says, "I'll bring you something back." And every year he brings me Antibiotics. No, never does he bring me back real Mexican tequila in a worm shaped bottle with a dead worm in the bottle. I get drugs. Well, now they are coming in handy. I'm still a leery about how well drugs from Mexico are regulated. I mean who knows I could be taking capsules filled with baby powder. Anyway...I'll go to bed now.

Dark Was The Night

Recently I downloaded Dark Was The Night. It's so good. All my favorite artists covering early American songs to help raise funds and AIDS awareness. My favorite song so far is Feist and Ben Gibbard's cover of "Train Song".


Sometimes you will hear people say that everything that happens bad in the world is because god's punishing people for their wicked ways, e.g. Katrina, tsunamis, AIDS, Barbara Streisand...Well thank you God for creating AIDS, because now we have this bitchin' Album.

I can't believe I just wrote that. It sounded funny in my head, but in actual words I'm sure It will offend.

This Morning's Random Thoughts

1. Oh yes... waking up to NPR news is the best. Their voices are so soothing. Even when they are talking devastation and despair.
2. Why can't I go to bed earlier than 1:30 a.m.
3. The Oscar's were just about perfect last night, except for that little bit with Beyonce. Why do they have to drag her out for everything.
4. How come you never hear about people exploring the south pole as much as you hear about exploration of the Arctic. Is the Antarctic just that much more brutal?
5. I'm going to start posting on here everyday. Even if I can't think of anything to post but a grocery list.
6. Why are my fingertips numb and tingly? I'm pretty sure I'm having a stroke.

Tonight I Predict...

Mickey Rourke will win best actor for "The Wrestler"
Heath Ledger will win best actor in a supporting role for "The Dark Knight"
Kate Winslet will win best actress for "The Reader"
Taraji P. Henson will win best actress in supporting role for "The Curios Case of Benjamin Button"
"Wall-E" will win best animated feature film
"The Dark Knight" will win best art direction
"The Duchess" will win best costume design
"Slumdog Millionaire" will win best cinematography
"Slumdog Millionaire" will win best in directing
"Man on Wire" will win best documentary
"The Case of Benjamin Button" will win best in film editing
"The Class" will win best foreign language
"The Dark Knight" will win best in makeup
"Slumdog Millionaire" will win original score
"Slumdog Millionaire" will win original song
"The Curios Case of Benjamin Button" will win best motion picture of the year
"Wall-E" will win best in sound editing
"Lavatory-Lovestory" will win best animated short
"The Dark Knight" will win best in sound sound mixing
"The Curious Case of Benny" will win best in visual effects
"The Reader" will win best adapted screenplay
"Milk" will win best original screenplay

I also predict that I will once again not find Comit Lulin through my telescope tonight. I guess I'll wait until the 24th when it's supposed to visible to the naked eye.

Only The Good Die Young

Here lies my list of TV's greatest that got shot down in their prime. May you rest in peace.

1. The Adventures of Pete & Pete- I was probably too old to be watching this show when it aired, but I really didn't care. I loved, and still love Pete and Pete. It was so creative and the best of the best would make appearances on the show such as, Iggy Pop, Patty Hearst, Steve Bushemi, Debbie Harry, Kate Pierson, Syd Straw, Micheal Stipe, Chris Elliot, Adam West. And did I mention it had the best opening song, "Hey Sandy" by a great little short lived 90's band called Polaris. Now I own the Polaris album that has this song on it, and still to this day I have never really been able to decipher the words on "Hey Sandy".

This is what it sounds like he's saying (at least to me)

Your Smilin' strange
Your lookin' at the leafy range
I can't say you shoombae
Or have you picked your darkest net

Chorus:
It's in me
Don't you talk back, Hey Cindy
Hey Cindy, don't you talk back
Hey Cindy, don't you talk back
It's in me

This is what he's really saying,

Hey smilin' strange
You lookin' happily deranged
Can you settle to shoot me?
Or have you picked your target yet?

Chorus:
Hey Sandy
Don't you talk back, Hey Sandy
Hey Sandy, don't you talk back
Hey Sandy, Don't you talk back
Hey Sandy...

Farewell my little viking.

2. Arrested Development- What can I say about Arrested Development that has not already been said. It was one of the greatest shows ever produced on television, but sadly not enough people watched it. Good news though, there's talk of a movie. Yay!


3. Spaced- Lightning in bottle.


4. Freaks and Geeks
5. Get a Life
6. Andy Dick Show
7. Summer Heights High- This was the most recent show to be ripped away from me. It only lasted one season, but I almost think any more than that might have taken away from the goodness. So I would just like to pay my respects to Mr. G, Ja'mie King, and last but not least, Jonah Takalua. "Public School Rocks!"

Insane or Genius?

I guess you can't have genius without a little insanity.

Dream Jobs (seemingly unattainable)

1. Musical Director? Music Arranger?- I'm really not sure what the exact job title is, but I want a job picking the music for films and arranging them to the scenes. Music makes all the difference. Music determines if a films going to be great, good, or just plain bad. I mean I really dream about this job. I'll hear a song and I already see it in in a scene of a movie that doesn't exist. Which leads me to another dream job that I want, film writer/Director. I asked someone who worked in the film industry how would I go about trying to obtain a job like this(Musical Director) and they simply told me without any hesitation,"Dick sucking. Lot's of dick sucking."

2. Film writer/Director.

3. Novelist.

4.Ballet Dancer- Now I know that this will never happen. But remember, this is a list of dream jobs. My obsession for ballet started as a child. My class went on a field trip to see The Nutcracker. It changed my life. As soon as I got home I begged and begged my mom to let me take ballet lessons, but she would always say, "we'll see" which meant "No." So I went to the Library and checked out as many books that I could find on ballet and tried to teach myself. I didn't get very far. So yes, I would love the job of playing the character of Clara from The Nutcracker. Hey, A girl can dream, right?

5. Private Detective- I love solving mysteries.

6. Ghost Hunter- I never believed in ghosts until I lived in an upstairs apartment of an old Victorian mansion that was built in the late 1800's. It was so big, and the entire top floor was mine, and for only $325 a month. It was too good to be true. The very first night I lived there I woke up to what sounded like a young woman saying "Hey get up". The next day I felt very uneasy and nervous like someone was watching me. Never the less I didn't let the strange feeling override my the feeling of complete freedom from finally living alone. But no I was not alone. I actually had a room mate, the worst kind, a dead roommate. Bwahaa ha ha. On my second night while falling asleep I heard the same woman's voice say something inaudible. I open my eyes and I shit you not I see a white ball of light maybe the size of a basketball float across my room to the foot of my bed, and because I'm a flight not fight kinda person I jumped up to run, and as I jumped up the light zipped back into the hall. I just realized that this story could be little long winded so I'm going to shorten the details. Anytime I had a friend of the male variety over to hang out they would always feel someone poking them in the back. One time one of my friends came over and said that while he was walking down the long hall that led to the balcony he felt someone rubbing his lower back. A month goes and I finally see my landlord who lives downstairs and he asked how I liked my place. I said nervously I had some bizarre things happening. He said, "Oh, you've met her!" I say, "who?" And he said, "your roommate, Elizabeth. Sorry I didn't tell you about her. she's our house ghost but she mainly inhabits upstairs." He began telling me the story of her life. In 1890 a wealthy merchant man moved his family to Chattanooga and had the house built for him, his wife, and his twin daughters. In 1910 one of the daughters(Mary Elizabeth) hung herself from the top floor balcony from a jilted love. To make a long story short I only stayed 3 months. It got pretty bad. The last straw was one night my father came to visit. I never told him about the ghost. I guess I thought out of mind out of sight, the less I thought or talked about her the less she would make her presence noticed. My father and I were watching a movie in my living room when all of a sudden my friends guitar that they had left at my house started rocking back and forth. violently. My dad jumps up panicky turns the light on and yells "what was that?" It was then that it stopped rocking. I laughed, and told him that my house was haunted and nothing else was said on the matter. I ended up falling asleep on one of the couches and I guess while I was asleep, the shit went down with my dad. He told me what happened the next morning. He said that the room got very cold, and then he saw some gray black-ish mass in the corner of the room and he said he heard something start dragging down the hall. And then it stopped. That's when he saw her. He said she stood in the hallway right outside of the living room door. she was wearing a white period piece slip and had on tall black boots and she was holding a rope. He said she had long brown hair, brown eyes and bushy eyebrows and she just starred at him, but here's the crazy part, he said while she starred at him he knew exactly why she died and how. and that she was mad because she didn't want me to leave. What the fuck! He told me I had to move and 3 days later he and some of my friends were at my house packing up all my belongings. we all started feeling really sick and decided to leave for a while and come back and finish. Well, when we got back all the boxes in the kitchen were unpacked and there was a pile of boxes blocking the doorway to rest of the apartment. There's a lot more to this story but I will leave it at this. It's easier for me to tell this story rather than write about it. It sounds crazy I know, but I swear it's all true. After this I became interested on what makes people stick around after they die.

7. A photographer for National Geographic.

8. Archaeologist.

Analyze This

My dream last night went something like this... I walk up to a what appears to be a shop in some depressing run down empty strip mall. I open the door and there's a fold out table in the middle of a small room with 3 people sitting, looking as if they were happy to see me. The room was decorated like a dentist office on a budget. Grey office carpet with stains that could only be from nerve induced vomit or blood stains from some old man whose blood filled gauze dripped from the receptionist desk to the front door, some bad framed posters of hot air balloons, and a dusty fake plastic ficus tree. You get the picture. I go and sit down next to this stranger and she says,"OK guys are you ready?" And then all of sudden the room shoots into space and we're all laughing and screaming with joy. Next thing I know there's no gravity and we're all floating around in space on our metal folding chairs. Then all of sudden we are back in the office sitting around the table. We all get up and say we'll meet again next week. The next week I go back all excited and no one is there. I get depressed and start walking around a city and find a empty bar. I go in and sit down at a table and start dyeing Easter eggs. Cuckoo Cuckoo!
There, you have my fucked up dream. I would give anything to have it again. Have you ever been to outer space? I have. It was amazing.