Friday Quiz Belle Chere

Yep, that time again. These quiz fests may be a little thin after next Friday until I figure out a way to store the quiz results at home. I'm sure it's simple as a Word file, duh, but I just couldn't be sussed.

( click for quizlet goodness )

Of the Moon and Jeff Lynne

Today, I feel as though I have beaten to death and revived with the paddles, only to be beaten to death again. Yes, that bad. I'm counting the hours, minutes, and seconds on my fingers and toes 'til that joyous moment when I'm allowed to scamper out of The Pit and go home to die, surrounded by friends and family. Although my Moon hasn't been as difficult or as painful as last month's (only one migraine so far), it's still kicking my arse all over the place. My womanly organs are the punching bags in some biological boxer's training room.

But enough of that. I really don't want to bitch and moan today.

I want to write a love letter to Jeff Lynne.

Yesterday, I got a box of CDs from Todd. In the box was the latest Sony BMG Legacy release "All over the World, The Very Best of Electric Light Orchestra." Even though I've heard all of these songs countless times, and possess them on other albums, it's still wonderful to listen again. What's so weird is that I know every word and nuance of every song...still. I don't think I'll ever forget an ELO song. It's like the lyrics are branded into my brain.

And I will always love Jeff Lynne. He's the one who taught me how to sing and who opened my mind to the realm of Faerie. It's like his words spoke directly to me during my early teen years and shaped the person who's writing this now. I will always and forever love him. It saddens me that I'll probably never get to meet and thank him in person, but that's okay. I've come to grips with it.

Desperately Hormonal

I tried to call Llew because I get the feeling he'd attempted to call me earlier and I couldn't answer the phone. Gretchen answered and, when I asked for Llew, she said coldly, "Llew is working on a film project right now and can't be interrupted. He will call you when he's on his break. When he's interrupted, he tends to get confused and mess up, so he can't take calls unless it's an emergency."

So I asked if she'd let him know that I called. She said she would.

After I hung up, it just hit me the wrong way about being talked to like that. I mean, it's not like I call him every day. I average maybe once a week and that's always returning his call. Usually, I'd just get pissed off about it and enjoy fuming for a while, but not today. Today, tears welled up in my eyeballs and I sniveled. I fucking hate it when I snivel.

Juergen rocks

There's a dude who works here in The Pit who's originally from Germany. Yeah, he's got the accent and everything. And he's incredibly Aryan: extra-fair skin, blond hair, blue eyes ~ just really fucking Aryan! And he's 12 feet tall and is as big around as a pencil. Very thin and vertical. His name is Juergen and I've only spoken to him once in the 3 years he's been here managing our ODS system. It's not that I won't speak to him; rather, we work on opposite ends of a very large building, so there's never been much of an opportunity.

The one time I talked to Juergen, it was in the parking lot to tell him how much I love his bumper sticker. This was a few months ago. Today, I got the chance to take a a picture of the sticker on his car. I think it's really pretty fucking cool that someone of German descent is speaking out against the asshole pigs who are essentially repeating the mistakes Nazi Germany made in the 30s and 40s. Really, someone from Germany would have more credence in saying "Hey, you fucking, beady-eyed retard! NOT.A.GOOD.IDEA." methinks.

So, yeah, Juergen rocks.

( the bumpersticker )

The Incoherent Ramblings of the Damned

I really want to stay up and watch Battlestar Galactica tonight, but I also really want to curl up and die as early as possible once I'm allowed to go home and stay there. I know I could tape BSG and watch it tomorrow, but watching it in real time is part of the experience for me. I can't explain it. Battlestar Galactica and Lost are two shows that I would much prefer to see during their air time. Maybe I'll take a nap, get up for BSG, then curl up and die. That may work.

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Becky likes ELO. She's 21 and likes ELO. She didn't know who they were, but she'd heard "Evil Woman" before and liked it. For the first half of the day, my young friend was rocking onward to my CD. I'm impressed with her and her taste in music. The fact that she's so young and has just been grooving to Jeff Lynne's tunes threatens to restore a shred of my faith in humanity....just a shred.

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The upper portion of my back is having mild muscle spasms. Not so bad that I'm immobilised, but bad enough to take my breath. Being a female of child-bearing years sucks big hairy ox balls. Every month, my body just decides to fall all to hell, my mood is worse than it usually is, and I get weepy. Weepy. Sith don't weep. We kick pooty-tang and laugh about it. We aren't supposed to fucking weep.

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To top off my already shit day, the Feudal Mistress gave me a project in rifling through all the POP on a printed list that's about 1.5 inches thick, and figuring out what we can scrap. I did a scrap voucher for all the old New Release catalogs then, with Becky's help, sorted through the POP by label and created an Excel spreadsheet that included the selection number, artist, title, and quantity of each item. It's been a day long task. Only now was I able to forward the list to the offending parties who haven't yet gotten their crap outta here. Now I must wait to hear back from everyone as to what we can toss and what must remain; however, after next Friday, it's no longer my problem. Yay!

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My weekend is pretty much planned out. Saturday, I'm sleeping and trying to recover from my heinous state of womanliness. Sunday, I'm mowing grass for the first time in two weeks. Of course, mowing is dependent on whether or not it rains. If it rains, the grass will continue to grow out of control. My front yard looks like Jordy Verrill's in the movie Creepshow and that ain't purdy.

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Right now, I'm looking out the window watching a thunderhead literally boil. That's pretty cool.

New Releases of Interest

Wow, I can't believe I got another catalog. Surely this is the last one!

New Releases for Street Dates 20 and 27 September, 2005

• Anthrax ~ "Alive 2"


• Earth Wind & Fire ~ "Illumination"


• Buddy Guy ~ Self Titled


• Jamiroquai ~ "Dynamite"


• Maroon 5 ~ "Live at the Santa Barbara Bowl"


• Motorhead ~ "BBC Sessions"


• Barbra Streisand ~ "Guilty Pleasures"


• Toots & the Maytals ~ "Roots Reggae"


• Various ~ "To Luther, with Love: A Tribute to Luther Vandross"


• Traffic ~ "The Last Great Traffic Jam" DVD


• Ministry ~ "Rantology"


• Ric Ocasek ~ "Nexterday"


• Train ~ "Essentially Train"


• Roger Waters ~ "Ccedil;a Ira"


• Various ~ "Get Down Tonight - The Disco Explosion Live" DVD

Chili Contest

I usually don't post jokes and crap like that in my journal because I don't think a journal is the place for such things; however, this is an exception. I received this a couple of years ago in email and laughed so hard, I thought I needed a Depends. Sadly, it got lost in the shuffle. But Todd sent it to me again tonight and I don't intend to lose it again. So it goes here.

( laugh your butt off )

Good-bye Winn Dixie

Aunt Tudi and I went to Winn Dixie for the last time today. I can't believe all the stores are closing. WD was the store of choice in my childhood. That's the only store we ever went to in Asheville. Well, occasionally we'd go to Giant, but mostly it was Winn Dixie all the way. It was from Winn Dixie I got my first pack of Space Dust (pre- Pop Rocks candy). It's very sad to see the end of an era like this. I think that's why mortality isn't such a bad thing. By the time a person reaches death, most of the time s/he is ready for it, because the world has changed so much, it's pretty much unbearable to live in it. Of course, I'm speaking from the perspective of someone who despises change.

It looks like I'm gonna make it for Battlestar Galactica. Afterward, I plan on curling up in a menstrual ball and crying myself to sleep. Bad Sith...no bone.