His Highness and Our Lady of Good Taste
So…guess who had a really productive weekend in which a lot of really good decisions were made?
September 2009
15 posts
August 2009
18 posts
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Nothing Matters When We’re Dancing by The Magnetic Fields
This song is 95% why I would ever consider getting married. Just a simple, beautiful, perfect first dance song.
(The other 5%? Merging/increasing comic book collections, having a free maid/cook/chauffer [that’s how it works, right?], and those really good inside jokes that are years in the making.)
But then I heard Miss March is a bit of a snob
Bored at work and trying to get over a mid-week slump yesterday, I decided to go shopping on my lunch hour. And dudes? I scored:
Cute kitten calendar, model skeleton, and gold glitter spray paint. Money well spent.
Since I’m a dedicated and mature professional, I started ripping into the skeleton as soon as I got back to work. I even whipped out the spray paint a little bit, so sorry about the gold flake desk, coworkers. And that smell. OH BOY, that smell.
Once I got off work and got home, I was free to spray paint to my little heart’s desire. And kill about a million brain cells in the process. Something that’s never happened in my apartment before, to be sure.
I thought he looked pretty sweet all blinged out, but Miss March here wasn’t too sure.
So now he’s sitting pretty amongst my many similarly tasteful and understated objets d’art.
It’s pretty much a museum over here, I know.
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Illumination by Gogol Bordello
I love a chorus that sounds as though it’s sung by a drunken bar crowd.
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No Children by The Mountain Goats
“I hope you blink before I do, and I hope I never get sober.”
I heard this for the first time while sitting in the passenger seat of a good friend’s truck. I was going through a break-up of sorts (the most fun kind, totally) and he played this for me in a parking lot. It made me laugh, and when the song ended we got out, got beers, and things got better.
Cheers.
very pretty and only a little creepy (if I had a dollar...)
Last we left off late Thursday night, I, totally responsibly individual, was tucked up in bed by 2am, educational podcast on the speakers, about to drift off at a reasonable hour.
And then my roomie came home.
Long story short/because we’re awesome, whenever we both happen to be at the apartment around 2am, there’s generally a trip to the beach involved. It just happens, like magic. This time was no different, because really, who wants to stand in the way of that?
And holy crap I am so glad I went. While the beach late at night is always a good time (the walk back to the apartment, not so much) this time it was absolutely incredible, thanks to bioluminescence, which I’m pretty sure means ‘stay outta the water unless you wanna get sick, dumbass’ in Latin. But in Joey it means ‘hey, cool, my arm looks like a lightsaber!”.
Slight difference.
So after playing around with that for a good half-hour or so (why no, it doesn’t take much to entertain us) we finally said goodbye to the beach, put on some clothing, and walked, dripping and tired and totally content, back home.
It was a pretty solid way to start the weekend.
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City of Satan by Turbonegro
Good morning!
I do not need any help being a nerd, amazon
You add one little book about the Order of the Dragon to your shopping cart, and this shit pops up.
Thanks BUT I’M GOOD.
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Update: and now amazon had to make me look super nerdy after all. After logging in (to add the aforementioned book to my shopping cart) up came personal recommendations figured by some super-precise mathematical formula based off my previous purchases, viewing history, and items on my wish list.
And fuck it all if two of these aren’t currently sitting on my bookshelf at home.
Well played, JERKS.
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Rhineland (Heartland) by Beirut
Going to my happy place. Hope all of you are having a great weekend doing great outdoors-y things in The Great Outdoors…which I can kinda of see…from my desk…if I lean over one way…and crane my neck the other.
(What’s that, you say? Who am I kidding, I’d still be in bed if I weren’t working? Whatever. [Also- good point.] I could be dreaming of the outdoors, at least.)
Working for the weekend
- Patron: How old do kids have to be to get a library card?
- Me: Any age is fine, as long as a parent signs for it.
- Patron: So she (points to daughter) can get one?
- Me: Sure, any age. There are no restrictions.
- Patron: She'll be two next month. And she can get a library card?
- Me: Any. Age.
- Patron: Or is that too young?
- Me: ...
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Lunatic (covered) by the Bruisers
A lil something to wake you up and help get you to the weekend. Which, if you’re me, starts TONIGHT.
Cheers!
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À Tout Le Monde (Set Me Free) by Megadeth
Happy Monday.
Two posts in one hour, explained
From gawker.com:
“Noooo: Both Twitter and Facebook are flailing this morning. How will people plan their evening drinking sessions? And are they expected to actually put in an honest day’s work in the meantime? It’s a Thursday in August, for God’s sake.”
And for some of us it’s a Thursday in August which starts our THREE DAY WEEKEND full of beers the size of my head, karaoke, bad fair rides, worse fair food, comedy, the beach, and the Dodgers.
The pain, people. THE PAIN.
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Don’t Say a Word by Sonata Arctica
More Sonata Arctica, for three reasons:
1. They are awesome.
2. They sound great live (or at least they did a few years ago at the Galaxy).
3. They are awesome and will (hopefully) sound great live in September, when they come back to CA. Will I be there? OH YES.
Comic Con, or a lack thereof
Though I was supposed to go to Comic Con this year, I failed miserably. Nerd badge? Take it away.
I missed that whole ‘getting passes’ thing awhile back, since it sold out mad quick (thanks, Twilight fans!). I was bummed about not getting to go to the actual ‘con’ of Comic Con, but I still had plenty of reasons to go: a party or two that a friend could get me into, fan gawking at the hotel bars (which is how I met Grant Morrison the last time I went swoon swoon swoon) and visiting with friends who had traveled from all over to be there.
But then I went on this road trip. And didn’t get back until Thursday night, the night I otherwise would have been in San Diego. Friday was looking fine, though, until I got a call that the LOVE OF MY LIFE was waiting to be picked up.
I hadn’t driven her in over a year, and I’m not even kidding, I cried when I picked her up from the body shop. This was my first car, and we’re going on 10+ years together. I just couldn’t let her sit a day longer in some dusty old shop when HI, OPEN ROAD.
So the decision was made. I didn’t go to the comic book meet up because I wanted to stay home and play with my muscle car. (The coolest, you guys.)
