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So there's a lot of things I can't get enough of lately.

I've been into St. Vincent since they first exploded onto the indie scene in 2006 or so.

I've never been a huge Nirvana fan. I definitely like them, though. It's taken years, but my appreciation has deepened. Though I will always probably be a bigger Foo Fighters fan at heart, I totally get why Nirvana was huge and so many are so devoted.

I also love the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame induction ceremony. I wish I could just livestream the whole thing and I think it's utter bullshit that they didn't get to do the jam this year. (also, do not even get me started on how they inducted fucking Cat Stevens when The Stooges have not been inducted. Or so many other more important artists.) HBO does a pretty good job with the broadcast, though.

So, this year, Nirvana was inducted. Totally right on. Michael Stipe gave a great speech to induct them, and they were able to perform 4 songs. And, in a genius decision, they decided to invite 4 incredible female artists to stand in for Kurt, gone lo these 20 years. (Christ fuck, I'm OLD.) And it was awesome. Joan Jett shredded the face off of "Smells Like Teen Spirit." Kim Gordon blew the doors off of the Barclays Center with her rendition of "Aneurysm" (though I didn't care much for the song itself). I've had Lorde's twitchy, bizarre-yet-awesome David-Bowie-Meets-David-Byrne version of "All Apologies" in my head ALL BLOODY DAY. But the best of the four, in my biased opinion, is Annie Clark's take on "Lithium." "Lithium" was (and still is) my favorite Nirvana song. (I always saw it as proof of Kurt's sense of humor - and I loved how bizarre the lyrics were). Plus, it had that amazing bass line. Kurt's version always sounded a bit snarky to me (which I loved!), but Annie's version feels like she's inhabiting the narrator completely, and I can't stop listening to her version. I do not WANT to stop listening to her version. So, naturally, the only one I have available to me is the one recorded from the special on my dvr. Thankfully, digital recording allows for lots of rewinding without worrying you're going to destroy the recording or the recorder.

I also think all four of these women should head out on tour with Pat, Dave and Kris and play Nirvana songs. It can be a limited tour if it has to be, but hot damn. Whoever said that they should get these artists to step in for Kurt was a genius. The songs sound better on them, somehow.

(It's funny, but when they announced that Nirvana was getting inducted this year I joked to [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl that they should have Courtney sing them. Mostly because it would make the heads of SO MANY obnoxious fans that blame Courtney for every hangnail that Kurt ever had explode.)

The powers that release stuff need to get these performances on iTunes yesterday.

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In two sleeps, I get to see Welcome to Night Vale live. For those of you who are unfamiliar, Welcome to Night Vale is a podcast. To the uninitiated, I describe it as Lake Wobegon as written by H.P. Lovecraft. Over the course of almost 50 episodes, I've experienced this weird and wonderful world, voiced by the mellifluous Cecil Baldwin as only an old-time radio drama can be. It's bizarre and brilliant and free. So, if any of this sounds vaguely interesting, go download the first episode and get listening.

*****

Supernatural is completely meta at this point. It found a place on the fuck-it plateau in crazytown and built a house. And I'm loving every damn minute. Fuck the haters. (and Mark Sheppard is going to be a REGULAR next season. I know he's the Spike of the SPN-verse, and I'm 100% okay with that.)

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Also, there's this show called Orphan Black that everyone needs to watch. It's hands down the best sci-fi anything that I've seen in so long I almost didn't know how to react when I first saw it. Granted, it takes a large chunk of the first season to find its feet, but once it does, its off to the races. Tatiana Maslany plays half a dozen clones and they all feel like completely different people. She's a marvel and deserves all of the awards.

Fargo is also fun, and worth watching.

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A few months back I went with [livejournal.com profile] blergeatkitty and [livejournal.com profile] teany to a club in Greenpoint to watch a band play nearly all of the songs in the Beatles songbook. They were trying to break the record of the most Beatles songs played by a single band at a single gig. (Not quite all, and that's fine. No one needs to hear Revolution 9 or Why Don't We Do It In the Road live anyway). The band was great, the experience was amazing, and I've been on a MASSIVE Beatles kick ever since. Massive. A few years ago my wonderful husband bought me that amazing box set of all of the remastered releases, all of which are now on my ipod. I have discovered that:

1. I still am only meh on Let It Be.
2. The White Album has its moments, but it will never be my absolute favorite.
3. Holy Shit why doesn't anyone talk about how AMAZING With The Beatles is? Maybe it's because I never listened to that one as much as Please Please Me or whatever franken-albums were released in the US in its stead, but it wasn't until this boxed set that I got to hear about fucking off the chain that album is. The Beatles are more confident than their first album, but they're not as polished as on subsequent albums. It's a feisty record.
4. They're good. They're SO good. They still manage to sound new.

It's the fiftieth anniversary of A Hard Day's Night in July, and they're bringing it back to theaters 4th of July weekend. I'm going. I'm so going.
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For the longest time, one of my small frustrations was the lack of a good song that featured my name. I have a deep, blistering hatred of the song "My Sharona", mostly due to overexposure/having it forced on me. And because my name is Sharon, not Sharona. That, and the damn thing is annoying.

So, imagine my shock when I discover today that one of my all-time favorite artists recorded something called "Song For Sharon."

I was watching The Last Waltz on VH1 Classic today and when Joni Mitchell came on to sing "Coyote." I decided to nose around on Spotify to see what album it was on, since I've liked that song since I first heard it, and I had emusic credits to burn. A few clicks and I discovered it was the first track on Hejira, which was towards the middle of Joni's jazzy-experimental-but-still-accessible phase (things arguably went off the rails with Mingus, but that's open for discussion). My eyes did a casual sweep over the track listing, and there it was. So after sharing my squee with [livejournal.com profile] blergeatkitty, I had to listen to it immediately (despite it being almost nine minutes long). I'm pleased to report that it's absolutely beautiful, and I love it. To my delight, it mentions several places around my city, and even touches on a few things going on in my life right now. It's like the universe sent me a great big gift, right when I really need one.


Lyrics  )
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So, amidst my vacation and LJ's general asshattery, I learned the rather sad news that Amy Winehouse, an artist I was exceedingly fond of, passed away at the alarmingly young age of 27. A lot of people have said a lot of things about her, and they're entitled to their opinion.

I first heard of her around the same time almost everyone I know did, when people started linking to her video of "Rehab" around the time Britney Spears had her bald-headed freakout and got shipped off for her first of many involuntary psychiatric holds. I liked the song immediately - it was sharp, it was funky, the lyrics were clever, and it had horns, which is a major musical weakness of mine. I love me some brass and woodwinds on a track.

New Orleans Girl had just started working with me around that time, and I asked if she'd heard of it. She's generally way ahead of the curve music-wise, and already had the album in her possession. We listened to it at work a lot, so much that I got my own copy as soon as I could. It's a fantastic, fantastic collection of songs, with Amy growling over a whirlwind of moaning horns, thumping bass and drums and dirty guitar. I can't lie - the songs "You Know I'm No Good" and "Back to Black" would send me back to the repeat button far more than some of the others, but I loved every bit of that album. And when New Orleans Girl introduced me to "Valerie", I went nuts. It was a perfect combination of vocal and instrumental, produced beautifully, and what I point to first when explaining why Mark Ronson is one of the best producers around today.

I tried not to pay too much attention to the train wreck that Amy's life started to become after awhile. I just wanted her butt back in the studio, writing and releasing new songs. (Preferably good ones). I discovered other, similar artists that I came to really enjoy as well - Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings, Adele, Kate Nash...but I still hoped that Amy was going to record another amazing record and blow everyone away.

Instead Adele did that (What, you haven't listened to 21 yet? GO. IMMEDIATELY.) and Amy died. :/

I realized today that despite New Orleans Girl's urging, I never listened to "Frank", Amy's debut. She'd said it was more "Erikah Badu-esque", and I kind of shrugged it off, as I much preferred the post-apocalyptic Ronnie Spector vibe she had on "Back to Black." But after learning that there would be no more albums, I finally cued it up on Spotify (a new toy I'm still learning how to use) and had a listen.

Now I am truly sad. The music is funky and jazzy - combining bebop swing with hip hop bounce seamlessly. And the lyrics are equally good - as sharp and funny as anything on Back to Black, if not better.

I wish she'd put more tracks down in the studio than tracks in her arm. I really do. It's a fucking waste that we lost someone with so much potential, and I feel that way someone young and promising meets and untimely end, especially when it's due to addiction. It's so unfair.

One song I heard on Frank just now sent chills up my spine. It's called "October Song," and looking back with 20-20 vision, let's just say it's a little prescient. Look that up, check it out. Check her out - she's more than a punchline, she's a great voice that we lost. And that's a fucking sad thing.
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I was home ALL day today with an absolutely crippling migraine.

Now, I've had them before, and usually I can take some meds and grin and bear it through work. But not today. Let's just say my stomach said FUUU early on and wasn't letting anybody in (but everybody else had to leave). Ugh. I hate calling out when Boss T is out, but there was just no damn way I was doing anything. And as it turns out, it wasn't a bad call. I think I slept for at least 85% of the day today, and I still don't feel awesome. Light still kind of sucks, but nearly as much as it did earlier. Eating helped, even though my taste buds are all fucked up.

The fun part of migraines, at least for me, is that every sense I have is turned up to eleven. Lights are too bright, flavors are overwhelming, smells I would usually be able to ignore level me. And yet, in a marvelous Princess Bride-style twist, my hearing is largely unaffected. I've gotten weird looks from people about why I have my ipod on when commuting with a migraine, but if given the choice between the sweet, soft voices available to me on my music player and the screeching hell of subway breaks, it's not exactly a difficult decision. Even so, I'm hyper-sensitive to high pitched sounds, but find things on the lower level of the bass scale soothing. (Sense of touch is unaffected, but the rest of me is so fucked up I couldn't even tell if it was. Every nerve is on high alert, so it'd make sense if it was affected). Today was like a shovel to the face, and someone putting my brain through a meat slicer. And yet, it remained active throughout all of this. So, I took to the idiot box, because being anywhere near a computer was right out until now. And even now is decidedly unfun.

Thankfully [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl was off today, and is the kind of rockstar fiance that troops out to the store to buy me things like gatorade and seltzer and saltines. He's been super ace, and deserves massive kudos.

One thing I discovered is that Lost In Translation is a great movie to watch if you have a migraine. It's dark. It's slow-moving, and largely quiet. No shouting, or things going boom, or even much loud music. It lulled me to sleep and then I woke up for a little while and fell back again. Not too bad. I usually watch Wings of Desire if I'm sick because the stream-of-consciousness narrative makes even more sense in an altered state, and it's also largely quiet and meditative. (Until the Nick Cave part, but that's okay, because it's Nick Cave and he's awesome.) But Lost in Translation was on cable, and watching Wings of Desire would have required standing up, finding the DVD, opening the case, and figuring out how to work the dvd player. More than I could handle, basically. Blah.

And if that wasn't bad enough, my wonderful prescription plan told me today that as of June 30, it's not going to cover my birth control pills anymore (well, they're not "preferred" medication. Fuck you, CVS, they're preferred for ME.). I could have the generic version that made me crazypants, or pay a higher copay for the one I have now. UGH. Luckily, I had one refill left that I ordered right quickly and that brings me to 5 1/2 months before I have to see my doc anyway and see what we want to do. Just further proof that the war on women continues! God forbid I don't want to be a baby factory or, I don't know, not suffer debilitating cramps and hormone fluctuations every month. Urgh. I'm contemplating Seasonique and some of those other ones that limit your periods, too. Wonder how they'd work with my freaky DNA. J seems to think I can give them or HR an argument about it, I'm mildly sure it's a waste of time, but I guess it's only my time I have to waste.

Later I was overcome with the desire to listen to the greatest AM radio hits of the 70s. I don't even know, but I figure it's music designed for fried brains, so there's that. Dunno why, but I somehow wound up with copies of Billboard's Greatest Hits of 1973 and 1975, and they're kind of ruling my world right now. (Yes, I apparently know every word to "Delta Dawn." What.) It's weird. Music in that early part of the 70s is on the cheesy end of awesome and soothing me a lot right now, so I'm not fighting it.

I'm starting to feel worn out again, thanks to my vigorous day of laying around with a bag of ice over my forehead, so I should probably do that. But what the crap. I needed today like a hole in the head.

Ooh, bad choice of words.

(speaking of words, I'm currently on the iPhone/Android sensation known as Words with Friends with this exact username. Hit me up if you wanna play.)
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I was home ALL day today with an absolutely crippling migraine.

Now, I've had them before, and usually I can take some meds and grin and bear it through work. But not today. Let's just say my stomach said FUUU early on and wasn't letting anybody in (but everybody else had to leave). Ugh. I hate calling out when Boss T is out, but there was just no damn way I was doing anything. And as it turns out, it wasn't a bad call. I think I slept for at least 85% of the day today, and I still don't feel awesome. Light still kind of sucks, but nearly as much as it did earlier. Eating helped, even though my taste buds are all fucked up.

The fun part of migraines, at least for me, is that every sense I have is turned up to eleven. Lights are too bright, flavors are overwhelming, smells I would usually be able to ignore level me. And yet, in a marvelous Princess Bride-style twist, my hearing is largely unaffected. I've gotten weird looks from people about why I have my ipod on when commuting with a migraine, but if given the choice between the sweet, soft voices available to me on my music player and the screeching hell of subway breaks, it's not exactly a difficult decision. Even so, I'm hyper-sensitive to high pitched sounds, but find things on the lower level of the bass scale soothing. (Sense of touch is unaffected, but the rest of me is so fucked up I couldn't even tell if it was. Every nerve is on high alert, so it'd make sense if it was affected). Today was like a shovel to the face, and someone putting my brain through a meat slicer. And yet, it remained active throughout all of this. So, I took to the idiot box, because being anywhere near a computer was right out until now. And even now is decidedly unfun.

Thankfully [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl was off today, and is the kind of rockstar fiance that troops out to the store to buy me things like gatorade and seltzer and saltines. He's been super ace, and deserves massive kudos.

One thing I discovered is that Lost In Translation is a great movie to watch if you have a migraine. It's dark. It's slow-moving, and largely quiet. No shouting, or things going boom, or even much loud music. It lulled me to sleep and then I woke up for a little while and fell back again. Not too bad. I usually watch Wings of Desire if I'm sick because the stream-of-consciousness narrative makes even more sense in an altered state, and it's also largely quiet and meditative. (Until the Nick Cave part, but that's okay, because it's Nick Cave and he's awesome.) But Lost in Translation was on cable, and watching Wings of Desire would have required standing up, finding the DVD, opening the case, and figuring out how to work the dvd player. More than I could handle, basically. Blah.

And if that wasn't bad enough, my wonderful prescription plan told me today that as of June 30, it's not going to cover my birth control pills anymore (well, they're not "preferred" medication. Fuck you, CVS, they're preferred for ME.). I could have the generic version that made me crazypants, or pay a higher copay for the one I have now. UGH. Luckily, I had one refill left that I ordered right quickly and that brings me to 5 1/2 months before I have to see my doc anyway and see what we want to do. Just further proof that the war on women continues! God forbid I don't want to be a baby factory or, I don't know, not suffer debilitating cramps and hormone fluctuations every month. Urgh. I'm contemplating Seasonique and some of those other ones that limit your periods, too. Wonder how they'd work with my freaky DNA. J seems to think I can give them or HR an argument about it, I'm mildly sure it's a waste of time, but I guess it's only my time I have to waste.

Later I was overcome with the desire to listen to the greatest AM radio hits of the 70s. I don't even know, but I figure it's music designed for fried brains, so there's that. Dunno why, but I somehow wound up with copies of Billboard's Greatest Hits of 1973 and 1975, and they're kind of ruling my world right now. (Yes, I apparently know every word to "Delta Dawn." What.) It's weird. Music in that early part of the 70s is on the cheesy end of awesome and soothing me a lot right now, so I'm not fighting it.

I'm starting to feel worn out again, thanks to my vigorous day of laying around with a bag of ice over my forehead, so I should probably do that. But what the crap. I needed today like a hole in the head.

Ooh, bad choice of words.

(speaking of words, I'm currently on the iPhone/Android sensation known as Words with Friends with this exact username. Hit me up if you wanna play.)
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Me: Oh, man! Huey Lewis and the News are playing the Blender Theater February 9th!

[livejournal.com profile] j_bkl: Really? They live! They liiiive!

Me: And you know why?

[livejournal.com profile] j_bkl: ::shrug::

Me: CAUSE THE HEART OF ROCK 'N' ROLL IS STILL BEATIN'! AND FROM WHAT I SEE I BELIEVE 'EM...

[livejournal.com profile] j_bkl: ::facepalm::
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Me: Oh, man! Huey Lewis and the News are playing the Blender Theater February 9th!

[livejournal.com profile] j_bkl: Really? They live! They liiiive!

Me: And you know why?

[livejournal.com profile] j_bkl: ::shrug::

Me: CAUSE THE HEART OF ROCK 'N' ROLL IS STILL BEATIN'! AND FROM WHAT I SEE I BELIEVE 'EM...

[livejournal.com profile] j_bkl: ::facepalm::
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Before I begin, let me just state for the record that Katy Perry's "music" makes my ears bleed. Her idiotic lyrics laid over beats that were better utilized by other artists (you know, ones with discernable talent) could almost make a person give up music all together. She is one of the worst artists pop music has to offer theses days (although time will tell if Kei$ha supplants her as the queen of crap).

This being said, I think the Beach Boys and Rondor Records have it all wrong.

First of all, there are many songs with the title of "California Girls" (most even spelled properly!). My personal favorite is by the Magnetic Fields, from their "Distortion" album. Perry's schlocky "anthem" was neither the first nor will be the last to celebrate the girls of the Golden State.

Secondly, I was in a store recently and subjected to Perry's version of the song. (I am loathe to call it such, but it works for illustrative purposes. ) It couldn't be further from the sunny anthem with perennial appeal written by the original California Boys. If anyone should sue, it's Kei$ha - it sounds like they ripped off one of HER songs. It's a generic pop beat, and one you can find on any decent synthesizer.

The claim by the record company is that Snoop Dog (who for reasons I can not fathom and can only blame on either the green you fold and put in your pocket or the kind or smoke) drops a verse at the end of this abomination that references the Beach Boys song. A single line of the song. Copyright infringement 101 - how MUCH you use is a factor. As Eric Cartman once said, "Dude, you are seriously reaching right now.". I hate the song, too, but I don't think they have a leg to stand on in court - this song doesn't sample large swaths of the original, nor does it share any of the same lyrics, save Snoop's reference to the earlier hit. And it's just that, a very scant reference. I've seen much heavier references before and don't recall any lawsuits (Soft Cell's "Tainted Love" comes to mind.)

And on a personal note? "California Girls" is probably my least favorite Beach Boys song (after the bafflingly stupid "Long Tall Texan", of course). I think it's among their weakest, both lyrically and musically. It pales next to "I Get Around," "Wouldn't It Be Nice," "Good Vibrations" and especially "God Only Knows," considered by many to be the very best song ever written/recorded.

I don't know if this is an attempt to raise awareness or revenue, but it's wrongheaded either way. And, Mike Love and Brian Wilson have both come out and said that they are against the lawsuit, so this is bound to get more interesting as it goes on.
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Before I begin, let me just state for the record that Katy Perry's "music" makes my ears bleed. Her idiotic lyrics laid over beats that were better utilized by other artists (you know, ones with discernable talent) could almost make a person give up music all together. She is one of the worst artists pop music has to offer theses days (although time will tell if Kei$ha supplants her as the queen of crap).

This being said, I think the Beach Boys and Rondor Records have it all wrong.

First of all, there are many songs with the title of "California Girls" (most even spelled properly!). My personal favorite is by the Magnetic Fields, from their "Distortion" album. Perry's schlocky "anthem" was neither the first nor will be the last to celebrate the girls of the Golden State.

Secondly, I was in a store recently and subjected to Perry's version of the song. (I am loathe to call it such, but it works for illustrative purposes. ) It couldn't be further from the sunny anthem with perennial appeal written by the original California Boys. If anyone should sue, it's Kei$ha - it sounds like they ripped off one of HER songs. It's a generic pop beat, and one you can find on any decent synthesizer.

The claim by the record company is that Snoop Dog (who for reasons I can not fathom and can only blame on either the green you fold and put in your pocket or the kind or smoke) drops a verse at the end of this abomination that references the Beach Boys song. A single line of the song. Copyright infringement 101 - how MUCH you use is a factor. As Eric Cartman once said, "Dude, you are seriously reaching right now.". I hate the song, too, but I don't think they have a leg to stand on in court - this song doesn't sample large swaths of the original, nor does it share any of the same lyrics, save Snoop's reference to the earlier hit. And it's just that, a very scant reference. I've seen much heavier references before and don't recall any lawsuits (Soft Cell's "Tainted Love" comes to mind.)

And on a personal note? "California Girls" is probably my least favorite Beach Boys song (after the bafflingly stupid "Long Tall Texan", of course). I think it's among their weakest, both lyrically and musically. It pales next to "I Get Around," "Wouldn't It Be Nice," "Good Vibrations" and especially "God Only Knows," considered by many to be the very best song ever written/recorded.

I don't know if this is an attempt to raise awareness or revenue, but it's wrongheaded either way. And, Mike Love and Brian Wilson have both come out and said that they are against the lawsuit, so this is bound to get more interesting as it goes on.
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- I spent a good chunk of the day with [livejournal.com profile] redstapler. Always a recipe for a good day, especially when you add [livejournal.com profile] gaztherat to the mix (and a liberal application of Daria). I so need the boxed set - I don't miss the incidental music at all, which just goes to show how well that show was written.

[livejournal.com profile] redstapler and I had brunch at Oak & Iris beforehand. It was delicious. A++, would nom again. Also, it had a really nice vibe and staff. AND signs that said "No running and screaming allowed." <3

- Also:
Me: also, I managed to hurt my foot with bread yesterday. WITH BREAD.
[livejournal.com profile] redstapler: I...what?
Me: I bought this baguette from Whole Paycheck on Thursday. So, yesterday I cut a few pieces off to nom on and then put the loaf back in the fridge in its bag. Only, it slid through the bag, and the pointy part of the baguette hurt the soft part of my instep. I think this qualifies me for a Tonks badge.
[livejournal.com profile] redstapler: ...ow. And lol.

(I am going to miss the hell out of her when she moves.)

- Last night [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl and I caught the rescheduled Kings of Convenience show at Webster Hall. They were awesome. I was only dimly aware of maybe one of their songs prior to last night, but that didn't matter one bit. The music was really incredible - each member played acoustic guitar and sang with really incredible harmonies. They also had one of the best opening acts I've seen in ages, a west coast band by the name of Franklin For Short that I loved so much I ran down and bought their album (a real vinyl one with a download coupon) before the set was completely over. Their music, to me, sounds like what it would be like to drive down the Pacific Coast Highway with no traffic, the sun in the sky and the wind in my hair. J described their sound as "the love child of Jackson Browne and Death Cab for Cutie." I think that's accurate. And, they joined the Kings for a few songs too, which was a nice blending of styles.

- I had my first CSA pickup this week! It was a few hours late (the delivery truck had some trouble), but I still was able to pick up and enjoy some incredible greens! We got arugula, broccoli rabe, spinach, lettuce, and japanese turnips. I made a dish with the broccoli rabe friday and I've slowly been eating the arugula, and I have designs on that spinach, do I ever. It's so exciting to have so much green to enjoy!

- Those of you who follow me on Facebook may have noticed that I've been goofing off with Foursquare recently. It's dumb, and/or it's fun, depending on your worldview. If it really offends you, blame [livejournal.com profile] redesigner, he's the one who talked me into it. It has no point whatsoever, it's kind of the digital version of "Yes, but have you got a flag?" I've wasted time on worse. For now, I'm enjoying it.

- I have jury duty tomorrow. It's Federal Court, which I've heard is more organized than Supreme/City court. We shall see.

- After reading this article which was linked on [livejournal.com profile] weddingplans, I reserved this book at the library. I'm kind of loving how there's a growing number of people out there who are as disgusted as I am with these overblown, insanity-fest weddings that try to be a combination of prom night, new year's eve, the academy awards and a three-ring circus. I'm even gladder that the disgust is building into backlash, and I'm looking forward to reading it to see what Miss Manners has to say about fighting this insanity and throwing a nice affair anyhow.

- I didn't get the above book for my kindle because my new kindle rule is that if I can get it for free at the library with not too long of a wait, that's what I do first. If the library doesn't have it or the wait is ridiculous, then, I can kindle. But there's no point spending money when you don't have to. (that said, I did make a donation to the Brooklyn Public Library in order to hopefully help with their budgetary shortfall.)

- Further on the wedding front: I realized that I'm nervous about going wedding dress shopping. I'm nervous because of how you have to shop for one. See, most (if not all) of my shopping is done in stores where very few salespeople lurk. I prefer to be left to my own devices to browse, examine, try on and what have you. 99% of the time I don't need help, other than to accept a friendly offer to start a dressing room for me or to ring up my purchases (or maybe zip/unzip the occasional zipper). But, a wedding dress must be bought in a really old-fashioned, particular way that involves making an appointment, going to a showroom, having an appointed salesperson select things for you and be up your nose the entire time. I hate this style of shopping, mostly because I feel insanely pressured by it. It's not just me obtaining items I need or want. It's about me worrying about this person in front of me, and how their livelihood depends on a sale, and how if I spend a few hours looking and don't see anything I want, I will have deprived them of a customer who might have bought something and/or the all-important commission/mortgage payment/rent/etc. And, I'm sure this person, smelling blood in the water, will push this to make a sale, as is their way (the scorpion always bites the turtle, after all). I was a little more worried about it before than I am now, though. I talked to my mom about it. She'd originally said that while she'd love to go dress shopping with me, but I shouldn't worry if I just wanted to go myself or with friends, because she wouldn't be hurt and insulted and it's all about what works best for me and all that. Now, that was never an issue, I love shopping with my mom and I always have fun doing so (mom and I have had a blast grocery shopping together, for crying out loud.). But after telling her this, she said I shouldn't worry about ANYONE pressuring me into buying anything, because that shit wouldn't fly on her watch. (also, [livejournal.com profile] quasisonic wouldn't let that go down on her watch either, to be fair).

(and yes. I also know that I don't HAVE to buy dresses this way, I could just order them off the internet. But, I don't know exactly what dress I want, and I want to be able to try a bunch on, and it's a much bigger pain in the ass to ship wedding dresses back and forth from China than it is to suck it up and bring a protective entourage into a bridal boutique with me.)

- Speaking of buying things off the internet, I need sandals like woah. I've not had much luck this season. Not much is appealing to me. Best keep looking, I guess.
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- I spent a good chunk of the day with [livejournal.com profile] redstapler. Always a recipe for a good day, especially when you add [livejournal.com profile] gaztherat to the mix (and a liberal application of Daria). I so need the boxed set - I don't miss the incidental music at all, which just goes to show how well that show was written.

[livejournal.com profile] redstapler and I had brunch at Oak & Iris beforehand. It was delicious. A++, would nom again. Also, it had a really nice vibe and staff. AND signs that said "No running and screaming allowed." <3

- Also:
Me: also, I managed to hurt my foot with bread yesterday. WITH BREAD.
[livejournal.com profile] redstapler: I...what?
Me: I bought this baguette from Whole Paycheck on Thursday. So, yesterday I cut a few pieces off to nom on and then put the loaf back in the fridge in its bag. Only, it slid through the bag, and the pointy part of the baguette hurt the soft part of my instep. I think this qualifies me for a Tonks badge.
[livejournal.com profile] redstapler: ...ow. And lol.

(I am going to miss the hell out of her when she moves.)

- Last night [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl and I caught the rescheduled Kings of Convenience show at Webster Hall. They were awesome. I was only dimly aware of maybe one of their songs prior to last night, but that didn't matter one bit. The music was really incredible - each member played acoustic guitar and sang with really incredible harmonies. They also had one of the best opening acts I've seen in ages, a west coast band by the name of Franklin For Short that I loved so much I ran down and bought their album (a real vinyl one with a download coupon) before the set was completely over. Their music, to me, sounds like what it would be like to drive down the Pacific Coast Highway with no traffic, the sun in the sky and the wind in my hair. J described their sound as "the love child of Jackson Browne and Death Cab for Cutie." I think that's accurate. And, they joined the Kings for a few songs too, which was a nice blending of styles.

- I had my first CSA pickup this week! It was a few hours late (the delivery truck had some trouble), but I still was able to pick up and enjoy some incredible greens! We got arugula, broccoli rabe, spinach, lettuce, and japanese turnips. I made a dish with the broccoli rabe friday and I've slowly been eating the arugula, and I have designs on that spinach, do I ever. It's so exciting to have so much green to enjoy!

- Those of you who follow me on Facebook may have noticed that I've been goofing off with Foursquare recently. It's dumb, and/or it's fun, depending on your worldview. If it really offends you, blame [livejournal.com profile] redesigner, he's the one who talked me into it. It has no point whatsoever, it's kind of the digital version of "Yes, but have you got a flag?" I've wasted time on worse. For now, I'm enjoying it.

- I have jury duty tomorrow. It's Federal Court, which I've heard is more organized than Supreme/City court. We shall see.

- After reading this article which was linked on [livejournal.com profile] weddingplans, I reserved this book at the library. I'm kind of loving how there's a growing number of people out there who are as disgusted as I am with these overblown, insanity-fest weddings that try to be a combination of prom night, new year's eve, the academy awards and a three-ring circus. I'm even gladder that the disgust is building into backlash, and I'm looking forward to reading it to see what Miss Manners has to say about fighting this insanity and throwing a nice affair anyhow.

- I didn't get the above book for my kindle because my new kindle rule is that if I can get it for free at the library with not too long of a wait, that's what I do first. If the library doesn't have it or the wait is ridiculous, then, I can kindle. But there's no point spending money when you don't have to. (that said, I did make a donation to the Brooklyn Public Library in order to hopefully help with their budgetary shortfall.)

- Further on the wedding front: I realized that I'm nervous about going wedding dress shopping. I'm nervous because of how you have to shop for one. See, most (if not all) of my shopping is done in stores where very few salespeople lurk. I prefer to be left to my own devices to browse, examine, try on and what have you. 99% of the time I don't need help, other than to accept a friendly offer to start a dressing room for me or to ring up my purchases (or maybe zip/unzip the occasional zipper). But, a wedding dress must be bought in a really old-fashioned, particular way that involves making an appointment, going to a showroom, having an appointed salesperson select things for you and be up your nose the entire time. I hate this style of shopping, mostly because I feel insanely pressured by it. It's not just me obtaining items I need or want. It's about me worrying about this person in front of me, and how their livelihood depends on a sale, and how if I spend a few hours looking and don't see anything I want, I will have deprived them of a customer who might have bought something and/or the all-important commission/mortgage payment/rent/etc. And, I'm sure this person, smelling blood in the water, will push this to make a sale, as is their way (the scorpion always bites the turtle, after all). I was a little more worried about it before than I am now, though. I talked to my mom about it. She'd originally said that while she'd love to go dress shopping with me, but I shouldn't worry if I just wanted to go myself or with friends, because she wouldn't be hurt and insulted and it's all about what works best for me and all that. Now, that was never an issue, I love shopping with my mom and I always have fun doing so (mom and I have had a blast grocery shopping together, for crying out loud.). But after telling her this, she said I shouldn't worry about ANYONE pressuring me into buying anything, because that shit wouldn't fly on her watch. (also, [livejournal.com profile] quasisonic wouldn't let that go down on her watch either, to be fair).

(and yes. I also know that I don't HAVE to buy dresses this way, I could just order them off the internet. But, I don't know exactly what dress I want, and I want to be able to try a bunch on, and it's a much bigger pain in the ass to ship wedding dresses back and forth from China than it is to suck it up and bring a protective entourage into a bridal boutique with me.)

- Speaking of buying things off the internet, I need sandals like woah. I've not had much luck this season. Not much is appealing to me. Best keep looking, I guess.
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Posted especially for [livejournal.com profile] shackledangel, [livejournal.com profile] quasisonic, [livejournal.com profile] redstapler, [livejournal.com profile] killerweasel, and all other appreciators of fine fanvids. I lol'ed many times, and I don't even watch all that much anime.

This week has blown large chunks. And I don't really wanna talk about it. I kind of just want to get through tomorrow so I can go somewhere and drink heavily.
offbalance: (mm serious as german film)


Posted especially for [livejournal.com profile] shackledangel, [livejournal.com profile] quasisonic, [livejournal.com profile] redstapler, [livejournal.com profile] killerweasel, and all other appreciators of fine fanvids. I lol'ed many times, and I don't even watch all that much anime.

This week has blown large chunks. And I don't really wanna talk about it. I kind of just want to get through tomorrow so I can go somewhere and drink heavily.
offbalance: (newsteam by uptown girl gfx)
I enjoyed the list format so much last time, even though I worried certain stories would be buried within it. However, thanks to the cool people on my f-list, this was not so.


  • I had a wonderful Easter with [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl's family. Unfortunately, after a lovely afternoon, my stomach decided to rebel and I've been violently ill since about 8:30 last night. No idea what caused it (a bug, an allergic reaction, Zachariah the Evil Angel), but it laid me out so hard that when I woke up to attempt to go to work this morning, my entire body said no. I figure that if exhaustion, dehydration, vertigo, and all sorts of TMI ick I don't want to get into here are enough to keep the average starlet home from a premiere, they wouldn't mind me taking a day from the office. I'm 75% better, should be shipshape by morning.


  • We also got to hang out with my folks on Saturday (which was rad as always), and replace the shopping cart I killed back in November? December? So we have a mega-cart again. This is happy-making.


  • I am continually staggered, amazed, and disgusted by rampant consumerism encouraged by the wedding industry. No, really. It's disgusting. And, so much of it is swathed in this beautiful cloud of guilt that if you don't buy [thing] or [service] OMG UR WEDDING IS GOING TO BE A DISASTER I'M WARNING YOU IT'S JUST $900 FOR CHRIST SAKE ISN'T THE HAPPIEST DAY EVAR OF UR LIFE WORTH IT!! ISN'T IT? Blah. Thank goodness for Offbeat Bride and A Practical Wedding, as I'm sure these wonderful sites will keep me sane over the months leading up to the Marriaging. But seriously? $35 for a Pantone Guide to make sure everything is perfectly coordinated? $120 to have access to Evite on Steroids. It never ceases to amaze. (Mom thinks I need a break from this stuff. Maybe she's right?)


  • I am now fully up-to-date on Supernatural(FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIILLL), Ugly Betty (OY.), Life Unexpected (My crack!) and The Vampire Diaries (HOMG). And, In Plain Sight is also back, and watched (Mary, I missed you!!). TV is so good right now it's almost not even worth it to pay $13 to go see a movie.


  • I just got this out of the library, and I'm looking forward to reading it. I'm a fan of Not Eating Out in New York, though I enjoy her recipes more than her ranting. Still, I've heard good things about the book, and I've loved the hell out of all of the other food-related memoirs I've read so far. Specifically A Homemade Life by Molly Wizenberg, Cooking for Mr. Latte by Amanda Hesser, and of course, Julie & Julia AND Cleaving by Julie Powell. (Oh, the screenplay I could write for Cleaving.)


  • As previously mentioned on Facebook, this is some bullshit right here. I mean, what next? Are they going to add mortgage backed securities to Monopoly? Scrabble has been just fine for the last 62 years, thank you very much. It does not need updating. Stop it.


  • Every day around the same time, I can hear someone playing the trumpet outside of my kitchen window. This person is a very good trumpet player, and I enjoy listening to his/her sessions. However, I am so frigging curious about who this might be, I'm tempted to post it as a missed connection or something. In the meantime, J and I have dubbed them "Trumpet Man" and will continue to enjoy the music so long as the windows remain open.


  • 5 weeks remain in school. Just. Five. Somehow, I will get through this. I hope.


offbalance: (newsteam by uptown girl gfx)
I enjoyed the list format so much last time, even though I worried certain stories would be buried within it. However, thanks to the cool people on my f-list, this was not so.


  • I had a wonderful Easter with [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl's family. Unfortunately, after a lovely afternoon, my stomach decided to rebel and I've been violently ill since about 8:30 last night. No idea what caused it (a bug, an allergic reaction, Zachariah the Evil Angel), but it laid me out so hard that when I woke up to attempt to go to work this morning, my entire body said no. I figure that if exhaustion, dehydration, vertigo, and all sorts of TMI ick I don't want to get into here are enough to keep the average starlet home from a premiere, they wouldn't mind me taking a day from the office. I'm 75% better, should be shipshape by morning.


  • We also got to hang out with my folks on Saturday (which was rad as always), and replace the shopping cart I killed back in November? December? So we have a mega-cart again. This is happy-making.


  • I am continually staggered, amazed, and disgusted by rampant consumerism encouraged by the wedding industry. No, really. It's disgusting. And, so much of it is swathed in this beautiful cloud of guilt that if you don't buy [thing] or [service] OMG UR WEDDING IS GOING TO BE A DISASTER I'M WARNING YOU IT'S JUST $900 FOR CHRIST SAKE ISN'T THE HAPPIEST DAY EVAR OF UR LIFE WORTH IT!! ISN'T IT? Blah. Thank goodness for Offbeat Bride and A Practical Wedding, as I'm sure these wonderful sites will keep me sane over the months leading up to the Marriaging. But seriously? $35 for a Pantone Guide to make sure everything is perfectly coordinated? $120 to have access to Evite on Steroids. It never ceases to amaze. (Mom thinks I need a break from this stuff. Maybe she's right?)


  • I am now fully up-to-date on Supernatural(FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIILLL), Ugly Betty (OY.), Life Unexpected (My crack!) and The Vampire Diaries (HOMG). And, In Plain Sight is also back, and watched (Mary, I missed you!!). TV is so good right now it's almost not even worth it to pay $13 to go see a movie.


  • I just got this out of the library, and I'm looking forward to reading it. I'm a fan of Not Eating Out in New York, though I enjoy her recipes more than her ranting. Still, I've heard good things about the book, and I've loved the hell out of all of the other food-related memoirs I've read so far. Specifically A Homemade Life by Molly Wizenberg, Cooking for Mr. Latte by Amanda Hesser, and of course, Julie & Julia AND Cleaving by Julie Powell. (Oh, the screenplay I could write for Cleaving.)


  • As previously mentioned on Facebook, this is some bullshit right here. I mean, what next? Are they going to add mortgage backed securities to Monopoly? Scrabble has been just fine for the last 62 years, thank you very much. It does not need updating. Stop it.


  • Every day around the same time, I can hear someone playing the trumpet outside of my kitchen window. This person is a very good trumpet player, and I enjoy listening to his/her sessions. However, I am so frigging curious about who this might be, I'm tempted to post it as a missed connection or something. In the meantime, J and I have dubbed them "Trumpet Man" and will continue to enjoy the music so long as the windows remain open.


  • 5 weeks remain in school. Just. Five. Somehow, I will get through this. I hope.


Valentino!!

Apr. 4th, 2010 11:42 pm
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Thanks to New Orleans Girl, I've been listening to this fantastic Diane Birch song for over a year. I had no idea it had such an awesome video attached to it.

I defy you to witness either and not want to bounce around.

Valentino!!

Apr. 4th, 2010 11:42 pm
offbalance: (record)


Thanks to New Orleans Girl, I've been listening to this fantastic Diane Birch song for over a year. I had no idea it had such an awesome video attached to it.

I defy you to witness either and not want to bounce around.
offbalance: (abba)
Ever since it was annouced that Swedish Supergroup ABBA was being inducted into the Rock N Roll hall of fame, I've been holding a tiny glimmer of hope in my heart that the band reuinites. Yes, I know that Frida is married to a prince, and Agnetha is hiding somewhere as a total recluse, but if The Police and The Eagles and even the frigging Pixies can find a way to bury the hatchet, anything is possible.

Then, I read this article in the London Times.

See, I love ABBA. Love. Adore. Without even the slightest shred of irony. For me, they are up there in my Pantheon of all-time greats. I discovered them in the 8th grade, around the time Muriel's Wedding and Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert came out, and they experienced a resurgence and released the hits compilations ABBA GOLD and MORE GOLD (both of which I own and are on my ipod). I don't know if it was the general media hype, the fact Bono and Edge said they liked them in an interview I read (I was eyebrow deep in my U2 obsession at the time), or even the fact that my mom said my Swedish-American Aunt used to play them for me when I was a wee thing and I loved them even then. But, after hearing the songs and buying the cd, I was hooked.

To say that 8th grade was an awful year was like saying the Black Plague killed a few people. But one of the few things that made the year tolerable was music, and ABBA was a HUGE part of that. It's hard to stay depressed when you have sweet harmonies and beautiful orchestrations in your ear. Plus, I was really into rollerblading at the time, and made myself a tape of the GOLD cd to use in my walkman for morning skating sessions in Marine Park (we did that a lot that summer).

Over the years, the love never waned. If anything, it only got stronger. (I've even managed to see ABBA: The Movie! It's terrible, hilariously so. Watch it if it's on VH1 classic late one night, but don't go out of your way.) It's nice to see them enjoying a bit of a critical reconsideration, because the music is honestly beautifully done - symphonic, danceable, produced with amazing skill back when the kind of production technology we have now was a distant dream. The vocals were perfect. And it's impossible to stay in a bad mood when some of those songs come on. (Note: I said some. Do not listen to "Winner Takes It All" during a breakup unless you're in the market for a good cry.) I've seen ABBA tribute bands. I was Frida for Halloween (next to [livejournal.com profile] blergeatkitty's perfect Agnentha). I've sang ABBA at karaoke (again, with [livejournal.com profile] blergeatkitty, usually). I even paid to see the excreable movie version of the jukebox musical Mama Mia. (Meryl Streep was the only one who managed to survive that steaming pile unscathed, as she is awesome. But really, that movie made Xanadu look like An American in Paris.)

The idea, even the hope, that I could possibly see all four ORIGINAL MEMBERS of one of the greatest quartets in history perform live? I could explode wtih glee, joy and wonder. Short of zombie John & George coming back from the great beyond and reforming the Beatles, this would be the kind of show where I would't CARE what the tickets cost. I wouldn't care if I sat in the very last row. The idea I could actually see ABBA live? Is too much.
offbalance: (abba)
Ever since it was annouced that Swedish Supergroup ABBA was being inducted into the Rock N Roll hall of fame, I've been holding a tiny glimmer of hope in my heart that the band reuinites. Yes, I know that Frida is married to a prince, and Agnetha is hiding somewhere as a total recluse, but if The Police and The Eagles and even the frigging Pixies can find a way to bury the hatchet, anything is possible.

Then, I read this article in the London Times.

See, I love ABBA. Love. Adore. Without even the slightest shred of irony. For me, they are up there in my Pantheon of all-time greats. I discovered them in the 8th grade, around the time Muriel's Wedding and Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert came out, and they experienced a resurgence and released the hits compilations ABBA GOLD and MORE GOLD (both of which I own and are on my ipod). I don't know if it was the general media hype, the fact Bono and Edge said they liked them in an interview I read (I was eyebrow deep in my U2 obsession at the time), or even the fact that my mom said my Swedish-American Aunt used to play them for me when I was a wee thing and I loved them even then. But, after hearing the songs and buying the cd, I was hooked.

To say that 8th grade was an awful year was like saying the Black Plague killed a few people. But one of the few things that made the year tolerable was music, and ABBA was a HUGE part of that. It's hard to stay depressed when you have sweet harmonies and beautiful orchestrations in your ear. Plus, I was really into rollerblading at the time, and made myself a tape of the GOLD cd to use in my walkman for morning skating sessions in Marine Park (we did that a lot that summer).

Over the years, the love never waned. If anything, it only got stronger. (I've even managed to see ABBA: The Movie! It's terrible, hilariously so. Watch it if it's on VH1 classic late one night, but don't go out of your way.) It's nice to see them enjoying a bit of a critical reconsideration, because the music is honestly beautifully done - symphonic, danceable, produced with amazing skill back when the kind of production technology we have now was a distant dream. The vocals were perfect. And it's impossible to stay in a bad mood when some of those songs come on. (Note: I said some. Do not listen to "Winner Takes It All" during a breakup unless you're in the market for a good cry.) I've seen ABBA tribute bands. I was Frida for Halloween (next to [livejournal.com profile] blergeatkitty's perfect Agnentha). I've sang ABBA at karaoke (again, with [livejournal.com profile] blergeatkitty, usually). I even paid to see the excreable movie version of the jukebox musical Mama Mia. (Meryl Streep was the only one who managed to survive that steaming pile unscathed, as she is awesome. But really, that movie made Xanadu look like An American in Paris.)

The idea, even the hope, that I could possibly see all four ORIGINAL MEMBERS of one of the greatest quartets in history perform live? I could explode wtih glee, joy and wonder. Short of zombie John & George coming back from the great beyond and reforming the Beatles, this would be the kind of show where I would't CARE what the tickets cost. I wouldn't care if I sat in the very last row. The idea I could actually see ABBA live? Is too much.
offbalance: (Watchmen - time out)
The usual case with me is that I never realize I'm tired until I stop moving. Score one for inertia, that.

But the last 3-4 weeks I've felt like a hamster on a wheel. Never stopped moving once. It's been stressful, too. Work was nuts, and school was kicking my ass hard. Of course, as is the case with these things, I ALSO had a ton of social obligations (granted all ones I was looking forward to, but still) fall on my head as well.

By Thursday? I was a crispy critter. I think it's kind of why I fell asleep before 11 on Friday. But this weekend? Aside from a brunch? I've done NOTHING. And it's been really and truly what I needed.

At the moment I'm taking a break from studying for tomorrow's income tax law exam (barf). But yeah, I'm still here, I've just been barely able to say anything longer than 140 characters. To pretty much anyone.

I'm still proud of myself for fighting through like a Winchester, and also remembering that sometimes it's really, truly okay to have a weekend where you really don't do much of anything. In fact, sometimes it's even important.

A few things, in brief, because I'm not sure if I'm going to get the chance to write more:

- I was really excited to get to see U2 with the people I saw them with. However, the show itself didn't impress me nearly as much as the first one I saw on the Vertigo tour. It felt a tiny bit like the band was phoning it in, but then again, I felt the exact same way about the most recent album. (There was a terrible, terrible, terrible dance remix during the set, too. Just awful. Bad. It sounded like one of the cheesy mixes WKTU plays late at night on the weekends. Blah.) I also could not believe that they didn't do Pride. I was stunned, really. What's a U2 set without Pride? It was also the end of a rather crazed and exhausting week, so by the time I got to the concert I was close to wiped out. Still, they played Mysterious Ways, and the Unforgettable Fire (which is one of my all-time favorite songs of theirs), a beautiful version of Stay and an awesome version of Until the End of the World. I would have preferred fewer songs from the new album, that's all.

- OMG YANKEES. I'm loving the ALCS so far, particularly how the Angels have been best described by the instrumental known as "Yakety Sax," best known for being the theme to Benny Hill. The opposing team's errors are grand, but even more grand is watching my boys come together in the post season like gangbusters. It's been SO exciting, and gratifying, because I know in my heart that this squad has it in them to go all the way. I know it. There feels a good combination of talent, chemistry, and enthusiasm that I haven't seen since the 90s Dynasty. I'm just trying not to let it stress me out, though. In my world, the post season is SRS BZNSS.

-Teevee: Ugly Betty returned on Friday and the writing is the strongest it's been since the first season (finally). I'm continuing to love new shows Glee and The Vampire Diaries (oh, great cracktastic fun!) But Eastwick is losing me, hard. I want more magic, and less bumbling. Everything is cliched and silly, and I can see coming from 10 miles away. I'm not caring enough about the characters, and some of them flat out annoy me (the journalist especially. I kind of want to smack her, repeatedly, at least once an episode). Still, Sara Rue is awesome, and she will keep me hooked for a little while longer. New-to-me show Big Bang Theory continues to severely rock my world. I started mainlining episodes Labor day weekend, and I absolutely fell in love with the show (Sheldon!! I love me some Sheldon. But the other characters fail to be stereotypes, and continue to be likeable. Plus, the writing is marvelous.)

I'm still waiting for How I Met Your Mother to stop being painfully lame. The episode last week about the couple dating was just terrible - although the Sexless inkeeper part had flashes of the old genius to it. When a Jason Siegel song can't save the writing? Trouble. I hate hate hate what they're doing to Marshall & Lily. Granted, there are moments where they remain fun and cool (the Lily Stripper especially), but why the hell have they turned into these lameass, trying-to-hard, bland-as-crap, typical sitcom couple? Bring back the Marshmallow and Lilypad we know and love! Not these pod people that book B&B weekends with their couple friends without asking, but the ones who blew them off to sit at home, order takeout and watch cheesy tv marathons ("Zip Zip Zip"). You know, the ones that would rather throw themselves out a window than have a wine-and-cheese night. (And literally did, in "O.K. Awesome") Please bring the real Marshall and Lily back, okay? Thanks.

(Otherwise, still loving Castle, NCIS, Gossip Girl, Bones, Supernatural [duh. this is on the way to be the best.season.ever!!], Dollhouse [though I'm two weeks behind!] and Mad Men)

-Cooking: Not getting to do enough of it lately. But I've had some good moments:

1. This curried shepherd's pie was such a big hit that I'm going to make it exactly as written next time, instead of just making one. I'm either going to invite others over to share, or I'm going to to freeze one, as written. We shall see.

2. Last Sunday, we had a lovely day with J's parents. We went to the Walkway Over the Hudson (which was so, so awesome), and had a lovely day in general. In the evening, we dined at a charming little old-school Italian place in Dobbs Ferry. His mom gave us her leftovers, some kind of sausage-and-peppers dish. I took that home, and a day or two later, added more peppers, spinach, and some rotini pasta and came up with a rather tasty re-imagining of the leftovers. It wasn't anything special or complicated, but it was delicious, and those usually wind up being the meals I'm proudest of.

3. Yesterday, I made a tuna casserole, my mom's recipe. We have plenty of leftovers for the week. Score!

4. Tonight I'm finishing other leftover items (another head of spinach, some sweet potatoes, some other leftover veggies) we have and making chicken cutlets to go with them. Also debating making some cous cous, which would go nicely with all of these things and be something nice to have in the fridge as well. I may have just talked myself into it, since it's so damn easy to make! Also, more leftovers = good things.

Speaking of, it's almost 6:30, and time to crank WRXP (the best station in NYC right now) and get cracking.

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