Amazing.

I was playing around on Fark.com when I came across this footage of a police chase in Missouri.

It's a pretty intense video. It's amazing.

Annoyed.

Are any other Blogger.com users as annoyed as I am that on an almost weekly basis, there seem to be server problems? That it took me almost 45 minutes to post my last post?

Thoughts?

Side effects.

I discovered yet again why I have to be very, very careful with my medication last night. Well, more accurately, this morning.

Friends and neighbors, I took my pill around about 6:30 last night, anticipating having dinner at Ginger's during pub quiz. Not exactly a stretch of the imagination. Unfortunately, it was a full hour after that when I finally got to eat. I was good- I ordered a grilled chicken salad, but I did not know what was in store for me.

Around 3 this morning, I found out. Most unhappily. Stomach cramps so bad I shot awake. So bad that I couldn't fall asleep for more than an hour(which makes falling asleep not exactly ideal, as I wake up at 5 anyways). Needless to say, I will have more than my usual amount of sympathy for the next friend of mine to complain about menstrual cramps.

The rest of my weekend was fairly routine- except for Friday night. I was supposed to attend my friend's Morrissey/Smiths night, showing up purely for support, as I am not a fan. I didn't go. I'm a bad friend. I'm a bad friend who was discovered sleeping on the couch when his roommate got home from work at 6. I got up long enough to make dinner and open a bottle of Shiraz, which is fast becoming my favorite wine, and pop in Dodgeball: A True Underdog's Story, a movie I put on my Netflix list for reasons unbeknownst to me. I can't say I hated it, but I also can't say that I liked it. I will say that it passed time rather well, and permitted me a couple more cat naps. Afterwards came Saw. This movie had a lot of promise, but I just didn't enjoy it. There was just something missing from it.

Eventually I put in another movie and fell asleep on the couch. Again. At about 4:15 my roommate came home, and that's when I finally went to bed. I do love that couch, though. So comfy.

So, by default, Saturday night became party night. And party I did. I barhopped with friends, then met other friends, and continued the barhop. It was nice. Fun. Entertaining. Refreshing.

Sadly I did not get to karaoke. Perhaps next weekend, after the birthday celebration I'm attending. I hope.

Everybody wants me

Well, they only want me to hang out, which is fine and dandy, but I'm really damn tired.

A brief, exhaustive recap of my week since Tuesday:

Tuesday: Finished up pub quiz, headed home. My computer actually, finally, decided to give in to all the spyware I picked up about 10 days before. I did a little dance to ward off bad spirits as I did a restore. Not a short process. The time: Approximately 5pm. As my computer restored, I tried to figure out how I was going to have pub quiz printed out and ready to go. It took a while, but I got my computer back, and managed to print out a couple of rounds before things got hairy again. Long story short, there was some frantic phone calls, a sudden transferrence of my color printer from my house to Jen's, followed by a mad dash to the pub for the quiz, which(and I know a certain college friend of mine will call me out on this) was followed by a schmoozing session with about half of the 35 people who showed up that night. This was followed by a "shit, I have to go home" and a dash to the house. Total sleep time Wednesday morning: 4 hours 35 minutes.

Wednesday: drug on like a monster truck rally weight behind a golf cart. I wasn't in my head or body. I got home, and suddenly had a burst of energy(read: I realized what a dump my apartment was, and had to clean) which lasted a few hours, and certainly long enough to get the bathroom pretty clean and the refridgerator almost completely emptied. Bedtime on Wednesday night, after watching pi to avoid going to bed at 8, was about 9:45. I slept, as it were, like a baby.

Thursday: either turned off, or neglected to set my alarm clock. Surprisingly, I still woke up at 5:15. Shook off the strange dream I had had about my former boss and got my day going. After a rough day at work, I got home, ate some leftovers, and hopped back on the train to head to the MS 150 Team Captain Summit, which ran late, so I was up late, and well, that's how it goes.

So, I'm thinking that tonight will probably be spent on the couch, or on my best friend's couch, with some serious liquor and several DVDs. Tomorrow, however, I will be appearing at Gio's for some more karaoke. I've got the urge, as it were, to crank out some more Poison tunes this weekend.

Thanks for listening. I guess I just felt the need to bitch for a minute or two.

Why I hate celebrities.

I'm not sure whether or not this report is true, but I wouldn't be shocked if it weren't.

Having done the retail dance, I can tell you that certain people do merit a little extra mileage on the courtesy car, but I can't imagine someone in as important a job as theirs being so drastically negligent.

Of course, I've been wrong before.

Rot in hell, MJ.

A question for my fellow bloggers.

At what point, if any, do you actually delete someone from your blogroll?

I've got more than one blog listed where, for whatever reason, they're just not updating. I've enjoyed reading their blogs, that's why they're there, but I can't figure out whether or not I should free up the space on my blogroll for someone who's actually blogging.

Thoughts, ideas, opinions would be greatly appreciated in comments.

Goodenow and Bettman could learn a thing or two.

From these guys.

What I like about you!

Friend and reader Postmodernes Sprachspielen has a great post today about why she blogs, and introducing her "Postmodern Sass Appreciates" section, where yours truly is mentioned. I am honored to have made such an esteemed list, but was already feeling appreciated by appearing between two authors that I never expected to be in between in any place at any time in the universe:


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Big props back to Sass.

In case you were wondering...

I am 12% White Trash.

I, my friend, have class. I am so not white trash. . I am more than likely Democrat, and my place is neat, and there is a good chance I may never drink wine from a box.

Take the
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Found this test over at JCCC.

Spoilers and news.

In case you haven't seen it yet(and I'm sure that those who are die-hard fans have) here's a link to some stills from the upcoming Star Wars Movie- Revenge of the Sith.

In other, less nerdy news, my sometimes beloved Vikings have apparently traded Randy Moss. I can't say that I'm surprised or unhappy about this. While he's a great athlete(when he wants to be), he's a huge pain in the ass(seemingly whether he wants to be or not). Have fun in Oakland- that's all I'll say.

I had to share.

It's Mana Mana times 3526.

It will be stuck in your head in about 7.5 seconds. Promise.

Bring me the Hansons.

Funny little article, shades of Slap Shot. Makes me happy.

Don't worry- as soon as I'm able to reboot my brain, I'll write something that's actually somewhat grammatically correct.

What I did with the rest of my weekend.

Because all I really touched on was Sunday's pub quiz, I thought I'd write about the rest of my weekend.

Friday- was the burger night with my friend A. We drank too much, barhopped, and kept picking up stragglers. It was fun. A learned two things about me: I'm a baritone, and that I can play guitar. Personally, I'm convinced she already knew these facts, she just doesn't keep them in the "I need to know this about Dave someday" folder in her head. No big.

Saturday- did NOT do my taxes, clean my kitchen or bathroom. Watched movies, avoided all responsibility, and decided I would take care of it tomorrow. It, of course, being all the shit I wrote out to get done before I went out Friday night. My other friend A and I went to Gio's and tore it up. I performed The Alabama Song, A Boy Named Sue, and Every Rose Has Its Thorn, then did a duet with A on You Shook Me All Night Long and with several people did You've Lost that Lovin' Feelin'. It was wonderful.

Sunday I spent recouperating from Saturday's debauchery. Finally I got my shit together to get some computer work done. After pub quiz, I hung out with friends, far, far too late into the night.

Yesterday was pretty low-key. I worked on some rounds for pub quiz, suddenly realizing at 3 that I hadn't had lunch yet, so I went out and got some food, then headed to bed nice and early. Nothing too exciting there, I know.

My arch nemesis at this job has called already once today. My boss told me that he called back on Friday, after keeping me here late, right after I left the office. Now he's got two arch nemesises(sp?) here. Myself and my boss. Good luck with that one, pal.

Happy Anniversary.

For those of you who have well-honed skills of observation, you might have noticed that I like hockey. I know. Shocking truths are frequently revealed here at Logan's Dave.

So, today is the 25th anniversary of the Miracle On Ice, a game that was burned into my synapses so long ago, and helped shape my growth as a human being. I remember watching the tape-delayed game broadcast. I remember nearly wetting myself throughout the game- because I didn't want to stop watching.

So, Sunday night, as I'm participating in a pub quiz at Ginger's, my friend S and I walk to the smoking area to work on the match round, when I look up at the TV. Hockey footage. Suddenly, tunnel vision and selective hearing block out everything else. I can hear people asking me questions, but they're far, far away, pushed to my subconscious mind, it seems. Finally someone manages to get my attention. I respond, without taking my eyes off the screen, "I'm going to be worthless for the rest of the night."

After that, I made the mistake of having them put the game on one of the TV's in the quiz room, and I watched, as did about half of my team. And we got teary-eyed at the end, as I always do. It was precious.

So, happy anniversary and rest in peace Herb Brooks. I'll be having one for you later tonight.

Cool picture.

So, I posted this picture yesterday, but because Blogger wasn't working too well, and because I was too busy dealing with my old nemesis, I didn't get around to explaining the picture.

It's a bridge-tunnel combo in Virginia- just cool. Found it over on Snopes.


The Monitor-Merrimac Memorial Bridge-Tunnel
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Justice.

So, looks like someone finally got around to reading the fine print on Blockbuster's deal, and it looks like they're going to get sued for their late fee policy.

To this I say, bravo, State of New Jersey. Bravo!

How to turn your day around in 20 easy ounces.

After yesterday's debacle of a day, I decided I needed some serious at home, relaxation time. As I'm riding the train home yesterday, we pull into my stop, and I look up to see an old friend and co-worker in the same car. As we exit, I stop him. We exchange pleasantries, then decide to go to the Globe for "a pint." A pint quickly turned into holy-shit-we've-been-here-for-3-hours. It was not my intention to drink my sorrows away, but at least I got to catch up with a good friend(we're talking about forming a band, which I'm very, very excited about) and as we were sitting there drinking away, another old friend pops in, and buys us a round. It was a very pleasant way to spend my evening, I just wished I hadn't drank so much without eating.

I managed to make it home in time for CSI, then I taped er, because they're pretty much all the tv I watch outside of the Simpsons. I was passed out by 10:15, and happy as hell to be so.

So, apologies to those I see from my phone records I had long conversations with. I was a little drunk. And probably babbling.

Sorry.

Rough day around here. I haven't been corresponding much, either. Please don't feel left out. I'll write something when I get time.

From ESPN.com
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Officially Official Announcement: Officially Over.

Yep, sounds like you can stick a fork in it. The NHL announced today that there will not be a season this year, and the Stanley Cup will not be awarded for the first time since 1919.

So, the question then becomes: Will life-long hockey fan Logan's Dave who has already boycotted the NHL for 7 years thanks to the approval to move his beloved Minnesota North Stars to of all places Dallas, TX boycott in the light of the league's and players' negligence toward fans?

I'd like to know, too. I guess we'll have to see. After all, I still have my beloved Chicago Wolves. Am I going to shed a tear over the fact that there will be no Stanley Cup awarded, the most honored and sought-after trophy in the world? Maybe. This is, after all, the same man who, only recently, had his first glimpse of the original cup, and, as grown men are known to do from time to time, burst into tears upon seeing it.

I used to root for a specific baseball team, then they had their labor problems, and I stopped caring. I used to like to watch the NBA, but again, labor problems got in the way, there was a strike, and yet again, I became completely disillusioned as a fan. Will this now 31-year-old man who still remembers walking as a 3-year-old through the cold Ontario night to see the Waterloo Siskins play who has been completely enamored with hockey since give up on the highest level? I'd have to say probably. They're going to have to make this up, HUGE.

They could start by moving all the teams that are south of the Mason-Dixon line back to their previous cities, including those to the places that actually DESERVE a team. I'm speaking specifically those cities where my Canadian brothers and sisters live. But that's just my suggestion. Take it as you will.

Enough ranting. At least, enough for now.

You've really got to know where you towel is.

making my day today is the upcoming release of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. You can check out the trailer here.

Friday.

My friend A and I are coming to the end of our month-long bet or whatever it is. I got an e-mail from her on Monday:

Are we going out for burgers on Friday?? Burgers = ok, cigarettes = not ok.

I like this idea. We finally reach the end, she stays a non-smoker, I get to start eating burgers again. Of course, I'm still limiting the junk I eat. I just get the added benefit of treating myself to some red meat from time to time. Good news for me.

The continuing story of pissy mood Tuesday

So, after I left work yesterday, after a particularly annoying day of being in a constant state of pissy with any and all callers, I was walking in the rain to deposit my big-fat paycheck when a bus drove too close to the curb and sprayed myself and 4 other people with rainwater. Hm. I hate(and by hate I mean absofuckinglutely loathe) having my socks wet. But there I was, in the half snow, half rain, pants and socks soaked, and ever so angry at the world.

I continued to squish my way to my bank, where my problems continued- suddenly I was completely unable to use an ATM keypad- I had to re-enter my deposit amount something like 4 times before I finally got it right, on the second ATM machine. Seems like the Angry Dave got a hold of the trying-to-run-his-life Dave and havoc ensued. Finally, I had finished, so I headed to my train, which was, guess what, leaving as I walked up. Grr. So, I trudged up the stairs, still in the rain, still pissed off, and waited on the platform for the damn train to come.

Things finally started looking up when I got to the UPS Store so I could send a package to Accordion Guy so I can be properly fitted for a barong, which I will be wearing at a certain gala event this fall. I had fun, talking with the woman working there. I'm a flirt. I can't help it.

After that, I went home, and got amazingly mad at my computer. It seems I've got some major spyware in my machine, and I haven't been able to completely eliminate it yet. That's a project I'm going to tackle tonight. Then the black cartridge in my color printer went out. Then the damn computer crashed(again). Finally, pub quiz was printed, and I was comfortably on the couch when I realized I was really damn hungry, and needed food. I decided to eat at the Globe, and held a good pub quiz, fun was had by all, and drinks were a-plenty. I love nights like that.

And fortunately, despite sleeping in, I had hot water this morning. Somehow, today just seems so much brighter because of it.

Looking up.

My day is getting better. Mostly because I'm happy because of my sadistic need for strange video games.

Case in point: Antcity. You're a giant with a magnifying glass. You set people on fire in some anonymous city. For some reason, it's filling me with glee. I love toys.

Things to do in North Dakota...

I've been there a couple times. I've never seen such a flat, boring landscape. The people I've met from there have always been great, though, so don't think I'm slamming on North Dakota or anything, but they do have the highest rate of binge drinking in the US.

Pissy Mood. (Part II)

This morning, there was no hot water for my shower, perhaps the most important part of my mood-setting in the morning. There was also no hot water for the essential shave this morning, further darkening my mood. Next up? It's raining. Grr. Things are not getting better.

In order to combat my gloomy, pissy mood, I decided that wardrobe would help: mustard yellow shirt that fits well and makes me generally happy, black tie with white barcode on it(definitely in my top 3 favorite ties) and my t-shirt? It's my infamous Real Men Wear Kilts shirt. Thanks to the relative sheerness of my mustard yellow shirt, you can just make out the letters beneath, too.

Anyways- time to muddle through.

Part 2 is all about how it's taken 10 minutes for me to be able to post this.

Feast or famine.

Today is feast or famine day around here. For 3 hours, we're mega-busy, then, suddenly, we're not, and I get a chance to check up on my other bloggers. Pat has this quiz up that I thought would be fun:


You are a Folkie. Good for you.


What kind of Sixties Person are you?
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I never liked the Care Bears, and I've never seen Desparate Housewives, so I decided to not take those.

so long as I've got a minute...

To whoever it was who told me that watching The Terminal would be a waste of my life, you are definitely in a place to hand me a big, juicy I-told-you-so sandwich with a partially rotten pickle on the side. Very, very rarely am I so upset that I would buy a deLorean so I could recify a wasted 2 hours 8 minutes before in my life. This movie blew. It was boring, pointless, and just plain annoying. Lines were predictable and the characters were flat.

So, if you're able to avoid this movie like the black death ridden rat that it is, please heed the advice I failed so miserably to heed and don't bother.

For my Valentine.

I'll try not to go into my tirade about Valentine's day. It's a long rant that makes kittens cry. Or something like that.

So, here you go.

And, in case that wasn't enough, here you go again.

Real Men Wear Kilts

By special request, one of my dear readers wanted to see pictures of yours truly in a kilt. After I sent her the link, she told me that I should post said pictures on the good ol' blog. The names have been changed to protect the innocent.

So, without further ado, here's the link. Enjoy.

This is a public service announcement.

No guitar, however.

PARENTAL

ADVISORY

DAVE CONTAINS EXPLICIT LYRICS

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If you read my blog, and you would like the RSS feed URL, let me know either via e-mail or comments.

Just FYI.

The Tale of the Red Topper

After sitting on the street, and then being moved under the tree outside my window, the red topper was snowed on Monday night. Tuesday it looked so peaceful, just sitting there, covered in snow. I was almost happy to have it there. I just, moments ago, watched as two men picked it up(neither of which were the rightful owner, who, as you may recall, tried to run me over once) put it in their truck, and drove off with it.

I had a big smile, and a schoolboy giddiness about myself as they hauled away asshole's topper. Much to my chagrin, I never took a picture of my front-lawn guest. Almost seems a pity, really.

So, fare-thee-well, my red topper friend.

Funny way to start my day.

Ok. I give up. My resolutions are crawling, helpless on the floor.

I was out late last night, chatting with my pub quizzers. I think I should just accept the fact that once a week, I'm going to stay out too late. At least I'm not paying out the nose for beer. That's a minor consolation.

Anyways, here's a pick from today's Onion:

From today's Onion.
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What's got me all excited about this picture? Look at the sweatshirt. I went to that college. At least, I went there for a while, before I decided to cut my losses and move into the corporate world. Honest. Here's a shot of me laying on the sidewalk by Shaw Field. Here's one of me at Scottish Country Fair, having a beer in front of Old Main. Note the kilt.

So, I'm a little proud of my alma mater today.

I've said it once, and I'll say it again.

Howard Jones was right.

I'm not having a particularly good day, none of us are around here. What's getting me through it all is my MP3s on random- this song came on about 5 minutes ago and brought a bright ray of light into my life, even if it was so quiet I could barely hear it.

Nutjob.

I know I'm being crass, lowbrow, perhaps even blurring the lines of good taste, but I had to share this article with you. As a side note, I almost never bet on sports, and certainly never more than $5 at a time.

Day Two.

When I walked home last night, I tried desperately to not look at my street until I was literally right upon the spot where the infamous red topper was.

Sure enough, there it was, right in the spot I had left it. I'm wondering now if, as he passed my street this morning, he has picked up his topper or not. Needless to say I'm anticipating getting off of work and getting home to find out.

Anyways, it's an early day today, as co-worker B has taken the day off to care for he and his girlfriend's new puppy. The practical part of this is being able to leave at 2:30 so I can print up pub quiz stuff and be all happy-happy.

More later, after I finish writing my pub quiz.

Poetic Justice or something like that.

This follow-up interview is yet another homage to Tony Pierce.

Hi, Dave.

Hello, Internet.

So, what's got you smiling this morning, are you a Patriots fan or something?

No. Despite a large percentage of my friends being from the Boston area, I was not rooting for the Patriots yesterday. Not that I'm a Philadelphia fan, either, but in cases where I don't really care, I almost always root for the NFC. Old habit.

So, what's got you smiling?

A funny thing happened this morning, and I felt a certain bit of justice was served. I was ironing my shirt this morning when I heard two loud bangs from outside. Mia shot awake, and looked kinda scared, so I walked to the window to see what I could see. Sadly, I couldn't see anything going on, so I went back to ironing. I finished up, and left the house to go to work.

What happened then?

Well, remember back in our first interview together, I was talking about the asshole in the red Toyota half ton who tried to run me over?

Oh yeah. That was scary.

Well, I walked out the door, and sitting in the middle of my street was the topper to his truck.

Seriously?

Hell, yeah. I was laughing as I pulled it out of the middle of the street, trying, of course, not to make too much noise dragging it, but not enough to prevent a couple undoubtedly nasty scratches to it. It's a good thing I moved it, too, as there was a car who was about to make a left turn and run right over it. I didn't want that asshole's stupidity to hurt anyone else. I saw him last week, too. Doing the same thing as when he almost hit me- and yet again, he managed to not stop at the stop sign.

Wow. This guy sounds like a real dick.

I'm sure he is. Although I don't him outside of our "incident." I suppose he could be a real humanitarian, but I'll believe that when I see it. Anyways, if it's still there when I get home, I'll call a salvage company or better yet- the city and have him ticketed for littering. That would be hilarious.

Yeah it would. Have a good day, Dave.

You, too, Internet.

Rest in Peace, Ossie Davis

Another acting legend and civil rights crusader, Ossie Davis, has died.

George Bush's America

Read this article about two girls who did something wonderfully nice, and then paid dearly for this kindness.

I'm just glad that they're not at Guantanamo right now.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

Words so true, they make a certain Proclaimer's song become amazingly clear to me.

I've started to make some serious changes in my life. Starting with little things. I'm tired of certain aspects, so I'm cutting stuff out. For instance, I just cleaned out my silly, old, storage space-deficient lycos account. If you use that account to contact me, you might want to consider changing the end of that account to @gmail.com. FYI.

This is just the start. Next up: I'm going to crusade against my kitchen tonight and tomorrow. After that comes the dining room. It's high time I did some serious spring cleaning.

I must really have a bug up my butt or something. Or maybe it could be that I'm only 8 months away from 32, and I'm still pretending that I don't have goals to take care of.

Right now my ass definitely has a small fire lit underneath it.

Rest in peace, V838 Mon.

Here's a cool picture of a star exploding. I just had to share.

Rest in Peace, 2004-05 NHL Season. [REVISED]

Well, it's officially over, it seems.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Sounds like we may have had a stay of execution!

Rest in Peace, Dean Wormer

John Vernon, one of my favorite actors, has died.

Rest in Peace.

Because I've never done this before.

The top ten things I do when I'm at work and not blogging:

10. Check my many, many e-mail accounts.
9. Check our collective e-mail account.
8. Read your blog.
7. Cruise for, well, nothing in particular at MySpace.com.
6. Play Literati on Yahoo! Games.
5. Write pub quiz rounds.
4. Eat.
3. Answer the phone.
2. Bitch about customers to my co-workers.
1. Yell at idiots.

Um, I want!

My friend A, with whom I am participating in a pact/bet/dare to not eat red meat, fried food, or bacon for a month(she has since quit smoking for the month), has suggested that at the end of said time(16 days from now) that we each have a reward- she is going to purchase a massage with all the money she hasn't been spending on cigarettes. Then, we had to come up with some kind of reward for me. I am not necessarily saving a whole lot of money, eating no red meat, but I am cooking more often, which is saving a couple bucks here and there, but nothing major, and certainly nothing I've set aside. Almost instantly she said that my reward should not be a bacon cheeseburger with fries, which is, of course, one of my favorite things to eat. We settled that perhaps my reward should be cheesecake.

Let it be known that cheesecake is by far my favorite dessert. Hands-down. No holding back. So, after doing my usual cruise around my blogroll, I came across this entry on Cooking for Engineers. It seems the fates are thinking the same way my friend and I are.

I have had several cheesecakes made for me by friends, lovers, family, etc with varying degrees of success. I know it's a labor of love that is no small undertaking. I appreciate the efforts those people have made more than I can possibly use words to thank them with. But let it also be known that I'm not a great cook, but for some inadequately explored reason, a reasonably good baker. I think I might finally put my money where my mouth is and take a shot at that recipe.

Anybody want a slice?

It's all for a good cause.

I broke resolution #1 again last night- but I feel no guilt about it.

There were almost 30 people in attendance at last night's quiz- the most I've had at the Globe. They were quite a fun bunch, as well, and seemed to have a good time with it all. Over half of the teams there had heard about it through the Tribune article, which made me very happy.

Needless to say, today I'm dragging a little bit. It's not going to stop there, either. Tonight's the second meeting for team mopundow, my MS Ride Team. That reminds me- I've got to come up with an agenda and organize my thoughts. That might take some time, sadly. I'm just so cobwebby today.

This too shall pass. Tomorrow night will be spent at home, on the couch, napping and watching TV. Probably doing laundry, too, so I can at least scratch one project off my list.

Thanks to everyone who came out last night- I hope you had fun and I'll see you next week.

Things that make me worry about Ontario.

Not much really, I was entertaining moving to Toronto to avoid the regime that's currently in power here in the USA. But when I read stuff like this, I'm glad that I've decided to stay, for the time being at least.

Meme of ages

Tunes:
1. Song that sounds like happy feels: Summertime Rolls by Jane's Addiction sounds like what love feels, so we'll call it happy.

2. Earliest memory: My brother and I had a 45 of Octopus' Garden by the Beatles when we were kids. We played it until the grooves weren't grooves anymore. And I still love that song.

3. Last CD you bought: I bought some Perfect Circle CD for my best friend a while back. Sadly my music purchases have been pretty lean lately- time for me to hit the stores!

4. Reminds you of school:
Elementary: Anything Beatles, specifically Octopus' Garden, early on at least.
Jr. High: Out of Touch by Hall and Oates(I know- believe me, I know).
High School: The Joker by Steve Miller(I played it for senior year talent show).

5. Total music files on your PC : Oodles and oodles. It seems the person who had my PC at work before I did had quite the collection. I made sure it was transferred to the new machine.

6. For listening to repeatedly when depressed: Johnny Cash Unearthed Disc 3.

7. Sounds British, but isn't: I don't pay that close of attention usually.

8. Tune you love, band you hate: Uncle John's Bed by Grateful Dead

9. A favorite from the past that took ages to track down: Try finding Walt Mink albums these days. It's damn near impossible.

10. Bought the album for one good song: Shit- only once? I've done that so many times I couldn't begin to count.

11. Best Song to Get Stuck in your Head: Dry the Rain by Beta Band

12. Song ( or songs) that best describes YOU: Cure for Pain by Morphine, A Boy Named Sue by Johnny Cash(not only do I love Johnny, but Shel Silverstein as well), I could go on and on and on on this one.

13. Worst song to get stuck in your head: Anything I hate. But I usually chase it away with Private Dancer by Tina Turner. Works wonders.

Thanks to Jamie for posting this.

What goes on....in your mind?

Mine was especially active last night. I kept having strange dreams.

I had one where my boss decided to move my desk so that the "new guy" could sit across from him. We are, as a matter of theory, supposed to hire someone new to take over for my friend and co-worker M, who's now working the overnight shift.

I had another where a friend of mine's boyfriend and I were leaving a party through a parking lot, and he started throwing piles of clothing in the air and acting generally crazy. I'm not sure what was going on with that.

I remember a third dream, but for some reason it's escaping my brain at the moment. If I remember it, I'll share. It was even weirder than the first two.