They Were Cones!

I haven't been able to get this scene out of my head and I've been muttering, "They were cones!" to myself the last few days.




Wicked excited about my cozy Celtic's zip-up waiting for me at work.

Wicked excited about Denny's with my "husband."

Best drunken silly talk with Reyson,

"Rey, when we move can we move far, far away?"

"Sure, how about Monroe St. in Lynn?" (approx. 10 minutes from my home now)

"Are there tacos involved?"

"Oh, yeah."

"I'm in like sin."

Best opening to my new short,

I wondered how many local people watching the same local commercial for a local sex shop could point at one of the commercial's local "actors" and truthfully utter the phrase, "Hey I watched the presidential debate with that kid." My complete and utter amazement over the phenomenon was what seemed to cause the laughter from . . .

Tackling Martin Heidegger. Oh my Jesus.

David Sedaris' Naked on audiobooks has me pushing an extra 20 to 30 minutes on the Elliptical.

Which is good cause it's DennyTime!!!!!

Correction: I'm listening to Me Talk Pretty One Day." Not Naked.

On a related note

Connecting Napkin to Napkin:

No one, not even the Devil, can steal your soul.
You have to give it away.
Careful where you aim that blame.

Sixteen Tons

Freight Trains

The freight trains are new, the sound of them that is, somewhere set on the horizon that never ends. Calmer, more serene, less mysterious than the sea, yet those fields still hold the fate of man in them. Should they ever stop breathing, shortly after, the sounds of our grumbling stomachs and asphyxiating children would drown the world and we would choke on our own filth.

Springfield, IL
Nov '09

I got a bad desire

I'd like to meet a man who doesn't beat the fun out of living with a stick.

Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord I just don't care"

I'm thankful for 3 in the morning noodles with Sara, traffic jams and mind games with Reynaldo (You rookies have NO game compared to us . . . remember you mess with us and you get wrecked by us!), personal phone calls at work from Nicole asking me what kind of apple sauce I need (Again, Nicole you were my savior that day!), remembering Idealism through the eyes of Emily and stealing bar glasses with her, rambling about good/bad shows with Alison in the mini, "hot" Russians with Sophany, movies with my boys, cooking and baking with Marcelle and Big Jim, snuggles with Ripple, just talking about getting drunk with Patti, gangsta walking with Fletcher, hugs from my old biddies, and reminding folks I don't get to see enough that I still care.

How's your faith these days?




Love is the answer and you know that for sure/ Love is the flower you got to let it, you got to let it grow/ So keep on playing those mind games together/ Faith in the future outta the now

When I Met You

I know it's Wednesday . . . but I can't figure out what day of the week it actually feels like. I feel like a Saturday Night Lullaby post, but I'm not sure if today feels like a Saturday.

I forgot to get applesauce. I have to stand in a horrid day before Thanksgiving Day line at the grocery store for applesauce. Mother Fucker.



Please add Miss Scarlett to the list of cute little actresses who can sing and who I love.

Holla!

Love her.

Angela Lansbury Receives Dance Honor

In my head

And I keep humming it.

And whenever I seem to tune into the radio . . . it's on.

Good friends all around this week. I truly am thankful.

Happy Thanksgiving!!!!

Stolen Car

So last night while I was getting ready for work my mother was downstairs watching one of her favorites, Cold Case. I'll admit that as far as cop dramas go, Cold Case has the BEST music. Last night the whole episode's soundtrack was composed of Bruce Springsteen songs. Amen. Most people are introduced to Bruce by their Pops. My father wasn't quite into him, but two of my uncles were. They would sit around with each other during almost every family function and argue which version of Soul Driver was better (I'd have to go with Uncle Chip on that one, unplugged all the way). During my first big girl sleep over, no adult chaperon, when I was about 13, we played some board game version of Wheel of Fortune. I don't normally win anything . . . ever . . . but I remember winning that game because I solved for Bruce Springsteen with only the

B_ _ _ E _ P_ _ N_ _ _ E E N

None of my friends even knew who that was and all they could ask was how I knew that. All I can remember thinking was "How could you guys NOT know who that was?"

In an earlier post I said that Springsteen's Nebraska was one album listenable the whole way through, but in last night's episode of Cold Case they threw in Stolen Car. I would argue to the death the Tracks version of that song was better than The River's. More hope. We could always use more hope even if the fear is still there.




So this Saturday Night Lullaby is dedicated to Uncle Chip and Uncle Donald. I'll be thinking of you guys this holiday season.

Speaking of Glee

The full version of this one. Yesss.




You can't just play with people's feelings/ Tell them you love them and don't mean it/ You'll probably say that it was juvenile/ But I think that I deserve to smile

The original here.

I'm all for property damage, ladies.

Maybe This Time

I guess I could be accused of dwelling in the past, but I simply believe in careful reflection. I also understand that my own memories of situations past are just that, my own memories, merely one side of the story, one point of view. I try to learn every day. I have my sights on the future, though. Heard this song on Glee about a month ago and haven't been able to get it out of my head. Love Cabaret.




You know so much don't you?
And yet, you've learned so little . . . it's frightening to me.

Live, Laugh, Love

Best Albums

With the dawn of iTunes and other technological advances that allow listeners to preview albums and only buy the songs they like from the album, artists have been forced to step it up. I can remember being so annoyed when buying a whole album and only liking 3 of the 14 tracks. I've decided to compile a list of my favorite albums. These albums, in my opinion, are listenable the whole way through. There are no "new" albums on here because I only wanted to pay homage to the artists who followed through in decades past. There are no "indie" artists as well. These are artists who DIDN'T have to deliver quality art, tools would have bought their albums regardless. In that vain, I also decided not to include debut albums, leaving a lot of my favorite artists and albums in the cold.

I'm just going to start to list them, maybe I'll follow with an additional list or a list of runner-ups. There are no "compilations" on here either. They are straight up, "studio albums."

House of the Holy
Speaking in Tongues
Burnin'
Little Creatures
Pet Sounds
The Score
Nebraska
The Velvet Rope
Nevermind
OK Computer
CrazySexyCool
Abbey Road
Share My World
And pretty much the whole Bjork discography minus the remix albums and such, but only excluded because of the "rules."

Monday blah

This issue of Esopus Magazine rocks.
I heart Natureboy. :)

I really don't have internet access for a while so . . . yeah.

Oh Sweet Jesus

On the Veteran's Parkway of Springfield, Illinois I saw an Elvis impersonator riding a Harley. Or maybe it WAS Elvis. I had a great time here, but that made my whole trip. He wore a white leather RHINE-STONED suit. I wish I wasn't driving so I could have taken a picture but my purse with camera/phone was out of reach. It doesn't matter. I'll never forget it. And this song was playing. Not too shabby Black Eyed Peas (but it doesn't make up for the shit you filled our ears with all summer).

You cut me open

Who's gonna run this town tonight?


I'm not ever going to shut you out.


Keep it cool.



There sound will sleep the traveller, And dream his journey's end

Be happy again

You can be dark and mysterious.

But smile nonetheless, please.




Stop your sighing . . .

Noughts & Crosses