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dragonlady7I almost like Sheryl Crow. Katy has a bunch of her albums and mentioned relying heavily on her to get through Iraq, so I ripped a couple and have been listening to them. I almost like her. But then, you know... I just sort of want to reach into the speakers and rip out the extra four layers of slick overproduced distorted vocal track laid down over the actual decent music. Cut it out, woman: Your budget is far too large. I really see the appeal of the Unplugged series now.
I have that response to a lot of music lately. Maybe I just need to be locked in a room with an out-of-tune steel-string acoustic and no cough drops. Meh.
Watched the hockey at work yesterday. GAH! and then GAH some more! And dude, some of those penalties were bullshit. I mean, yes, the dude hit the other guy in the face with the blade of his stick, but he wasn't even looking. And while I'm not denying that it must have been an exceedingly unpleasant injury, and there was nothing feigned about the, you know, mouth dripping blood grimace of the poor victim, dude. He didn't even see the guy.
Other than that, the fucking US team was like a pack of dumb assholes, and certainly did not deserve to win. At least they had the decency to play balls-out at the end and make it an exciting finish-- but still.
Canada/Russia? Wow, dude, the Russian goaltender was like on fire. They deserved to win, I'm sorry, and I'm not just saying that because you guys never tip me. (Russians, by the way, are in my experience universally excellent tippers, but that also has no bearing on my opinion in this matter, I assure you. Actually they're pretty much the only exception to the "foreigners tip like ass" rule of thumb-- although I should mention that I had a table of Chinese-speakers who tipped me quite generously. Brits/Aussies, however, universally suck. Five cents on $15, last night, and I am not actually kidding. And New Zealanders? Four dollars on two hundred once (at the end of a nice two-hour chat, no less), and I still have involuntary twitches when I hear the accent. Nicest guys in the goddamn world-- I mean, they made Canadians look rude by comparison, which isn't easy-- but Jesus, their servers must be paid $50 an hour.)
I'm a little hyper, having had a massive, sugary cup of coffee this morning, and having just spent two hours doing dishes and laundry and a little bit of gardening. It's one of those things where I've just been manic all morning.
Last night I had a dream that I was going through a huge jar of my tips (it was like a bucket, all just jumbled together) for the last long while: I started off by picking out all the pennies to roll them, and then I was rolling the quarters, and then I was just pulling out twenties and bundling them. It was very weird, and I was annoyed with myself, in the dream, for not having taken care of the money as it came in. I don't know what that means: I do, and so my "tip jar" at home consists of quarters for Z to use for the bus, and about $200 in twenties and fifites that I'm collecting to take to the bank to deposit-- if I don't spend them on a microwave first. So I don't know what that was all about.
Maybe I'll get rich? Or maybe I should just not leave cash lying around?
Oh, MSNBC has been pimping this story about the Powerball lotto winners in Nebraska. I admit I watched part of the press conference. How cool is it that they were all workers at a meat-processing plant? They showed up mostly in their jeans, three of them straight from a night shift, and some of them said they didn't really know if they wanted to quit their jobs. I was struck by how multiracial they were, and also disingenuous-- the sole woman, when asked if she was married, said "No... why?... Oh."
Eh well. I'm going to work on Barbarians_Novel now, intensively, for a couple hours at least. I am determined. It is turning out to be nearly twice as long as I had thought, but no doubt I'll have to cut about 20% of my favorite scenes. The plot-significant bits are all hard to write and turn out ungainly, but the fluff scenes that are mostly dialogue are wicked easy and turn out great. Which is truly tragic.
I have that response to a lot of music lately. Maybe I just need to be locked in a room with an out-of-tune steel-string acoustic and no cough drops. Meh.
Watched the hockey at work yesterday. GAH! and then GAH some more! And dude, some of those penalties were bullshit. I mean, yes, the dude hit the other guy in the face with the blade of his stick, but he wasn't even looking. And while I'm not denying that it must have been an exceedingly unpleasant injury, and there was nothing feigned about the, you know, mouth dripping blood grimace of the poor victim, dude. He didn't even see the guy.
Other than that, the fucking US team was like a pack of dumb assholes, and certainly did not deserve to win. At least they had the decency to play balls-out at the end and make it an exciting finish-- but still.
Canada/Russia? Wow, dude, the Russian goaltender was like on fire. They deserved to win, I'm sorry, and I'm not just saying that because you guys never tip me. (Russians, by the way, are in my experience universally excellent tippers, but that also has no bearing on my opinion in this matter, I assure you. Actually they're pretty much the only exception to the "foreigners tip like ass" rule of thumb-- although I should mention that I had a table of Chinese-speakers who tipped me quite generously. Brits/Aussies, however, universally suck. Five cents on $15, last night, and I am not actually kidding. And New Zealanders? Four dollars on two hundred once (at the end of a nice two-hour chat, no less), and I still have involuntary twitches when I hear the accent. Nicest guys in the goddamn world-- I mean, they made Canadians look rude by comparison, which isn't easy-- but Jesus, their servers must be paid $50 an hour.)
I'm a little hyper, having had a massive, sugary cup of coffee this morning, and having just spent two hours doing dishes and laundry and a little bit of gardening. It's one of those things where I've just been manic all morning.
Last night I had a dream that I was going through a huge jar of my tips (it was like a bucket, all just jumbled together) for the last long while: I started off by picking out all the pennies to roll them, and then I was rolling the quarters, and then I was just pulling out twenties and bundling them. It was very weird, and I was annoyed with myself, in the dream, for not having taken care of the money as it came in. I don't know what that means: I do, and so my "tip jar" at home consists of quarters for Z to use for the bus, and about $200 in twenties and fifites that I'm collecting to take to the bank to deposit-- if I don't spend them on a microwave first. So I don't know what that was all about.
Maybe I'll get rich? Or maybe I should just not leave cash lying around?
Oh, MSNBC has been pimping this story about the Powerball lotto winners in Nebraska. I admit I watched part of the press conference. How cool is it that they were all workers at a meat-processing plant? They showed up mostly in their jeans, three of them straight from a night shift, and some of them said they didn't really know if they wanted to quit their jobs. I was struck by how multiracial they were, and also disingenuous-- the sole woman, when asked if she was married, said "No... why?... Oh."
Eh well. I'm going to work on Barbarians_Novel now, intensively, for a couple hours at least. I am determined. It is turning out to be nearly twice as long as I had thought, but no doubt I'll have to cut about 20% of my favorite scenes. The plot-significant bits are all hard to write and turn out ungainly, but the fluff scenes that are mostly dialogue are wicked easy and turn out great. Which is truly tragic.
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Date: 2006-02-23 07:39 pm (UTC)It's gorgeous, and *just* her and a guitar. Little to no mixing. It's raw, and powerful.