Random randomness and then some tunes
Friday, September 18, 2009
Guns don't kill people, people kill people, and monkeys do too (if they have a gun). - Eddie Izzard, British Comedian
1. What Do You Do With A B.A. In English?/ Sucks To Be Me - Avenue Q Original Broadway Cast
2. In Repair (Acoustic) - John Mayer
3. Dance Anthem of the '80's - Regina Specktor
4. The Bully - Sia
5. Ants Marching (live) - Dave Matthews Band
6. Southern Girl - Amos Lee
7. Numb - U2
8. Over My Head - The Fray
9. Hot Cookin' - G Love & Special Sauce
10. No One Would Riot For Less - Bright Eyes
Bonus: The Fear - Lily White
Somehow Jefe made it on the NRA's call list. The "we're gonna call you every two hours until you donate money to us" call list is more accurate. Seriously. Every freaking two hours --IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY-- when normal men are at work, they're calling, asking for Jefe.
It didn't bug me at first. But after 297 phone calls? Yeah. I totally started getting irritated.
Jefe didn't want to talk to them either. They would call when he was home, and he would ignore the call, "Tell them I'm not available" he would yell, while hiding from the ringing telephone.
I would tell them to quit calling, and to take us off their call list, but that didn't help either. They just kept calling.
Stupid NRA.
Finally, in a fit of rage, and after about 6 phone calls in no less than 2 hours, I had-had it.
NRA: Hello. This is the National Rifle Association, may we please speak with Jefe.
Me: I'm sorry, he's not available. Please stop calling us.
NRA: We will just try back later.
Me: I'll tell you the same thing when you call back. Please stop calling us. Jefe no longer lives here.
NRA: Oh, He doesn't? Well, give us his new phone number, and we'll change it and stop calling you.
Me: I would, but I can't. He's dead.
NRA: Oh. I'm sorry. We'll stop calling you.
Me: Thank you. (hangs up)
{insert evil laugh}
Muwh-ha ha ha ha ha!
Who's your Momma now, NRA? Who's! Your! Momma! Now!?!
(they haven't called back either!)
*****
I joined a choir.
Sher talked me into coming and auditioning for a choir that she's in. I went and sat in on one of their rehearsals and I haven't had that much fun in a long time. After one particularly hard song, I turned to Sher and started laughing. "That was a blast!"
It was.
Singing a really hard song-- sight reading really-- and nailing it? Total blast!
Then they had me go to the front of the room and sing scales. It was intimidating, for Google's sake. But my goodness! I forgot how much I loved to sing. I nailed the audition. Except for the part when they asked me to sing a harmonic minor scale.
For the life of me, I could not do it. At all.
But they overlooked that minor little detail, and will still let me sing with them. I was thrilled to death with the feedback they gave me on my voice. I haven't done anything like that in a long time.
It felt oh. so. good.
*****
I take great pride in my Facebook status updates. I try to write something totally random, because random weird thoughts are my specialty.
Here are my top five favorites, in no particular order
1. I'm handing out dumb ass shirts today. Who needs one? (my favorite response? no thanks. I've got the tattoo.)
2. Got a call from Hell today wanting to confirm my reservation.
3. I wish Morgan Freeman narrated my life. Except if I'm mad. Then I want James Earl Jones. And he can just breathe.
4. Was riding a horse yesterday and fell off. I almost got killed. Luckily the Wal-mart supervisor saw and came over and unplugged it.
5. Just beat my all time record high of most consecutive days alive. Hot dog.
*****
Everyone loves disco.
At least I do.
*****
After having watched 3 episodes of Glee, I have a theory. Wanna hear it?
No?
To bad, I'm going to tell you anyway.
I still like it. But, I think it tries to make you feel uncomfortable... to push the envelope just a bit. It seems like that is one of the main "agenda's" of the show... and really? I personally feel like they have nailed what mainstream high school is like. Especially after hearing from one of my friends who lives in Illinois, that there was a 6th grade girl and a 9th grade boy having sex, in the lunchroom. DURING lunch.
True Story.
Glee pushes the envelope. And really? That's the point. I really do think its pretty accurate. Maybe not in "Mormon-dom", but in reality? Yes. Quite accurate.
I still want to sing in choir like this.
Nerdy much?
*****
Have a great weekend! Link up if you decide to play! But, you don't have to link up to comment. Don't let the linky scare you away from commenting. Comments are my crack, people. Gimme some comment crack. Please!
It didn't bug me at first. But after 297 phone calls? Yeah. I totally started getting irritated.
Jefe didn't want to talk to them either. They would call when he was home, and he would ignore the call, "Tell them I'm not available" he would yell, while hiding from the ringing telephone.
I would tell them to quit calling, and to take us off their call list, but that didn't help either. They just kept calling.
Stupid NRA.
Finally, in a fit of rage, and after about 6 phone calls in no less than 2 hours, I had-had it.
NRA: Hello. This is the National Rifle Association, may we please speak with Jefe.
Me: I'm sorry, he's not available. Please stop calling us.
NRA: We will just try back later.
Me: I'll tell you the same thing when you call back. Please stop calling us. Jefe no longer lives here.
NRA: Oh, He doesn't? Well, give us his new phone number, and we'll change it and stop calling you.
Me: I would, but I can't. He's dead.
NRA: Oh. I'm sorry. We'll stop calling you.
Me: Thank you. (hangs up)
{insert evil laugh}
Muwh-ha ha ha ha ha!
Who's your Momma now, NRA? Who's! Your! Momma! Now!?!
(they haven't called back either!)
*****
I joined a choir.
Sher talked me into coming and auditioning for a choir that she's in. I went and sat in on one of their rehearsals and I haven't had that much fun in a long time. After one particularly hard song, I turned to Sher and started laughing. "That was a blast!"
It was.
Singing a really hard song-- sight reading really-- and nailing it? Total blast!
Then they had me go to the front of the room and sing scales. It was intimidating, for Google's sake. But my goodness! I forgot how much I loved to sing. I nailed the audition. Except for the part when they asked me to sing a harmonic minor scale.
For the life of me, I could not do it. At all.
But they overlooked that minor little detail, and will still let me sing with them. I was thrilled to death with the feedback they gave me on my voice. I haven't done anything like that in a long time.
It felt oh. so. good.
*****
I take great pride in my Facebook status updates. I try to write something totally random, because random weird thoughts are my specialty.
Here are my top five favorites, in no particular order
1. I'm handing out dumb ass shirts today. Who needs one? (my favorite response? no thanks. I've got the tattoo.)
2. Got a call from Hell today wanting to confirm my reservation.
3. I wish Morgan Freeman narrated my life. Except if I'm mad. Then I want James Earl Jones. And he can just breathe.
4. Was riding a horse yesterday and fell off. I almost got killed. Luckily the Wal-mart supervisor saw and came over and unplugged it.
5. Just beat my all time record high of most consecutive days alive. Hot dog.
*****
Everyone loves disco.
At least I do.
*****
After having watched 3 episodes of Glee, I have a theory. Wanna hear it?
No?
To bad, I'm going to tell you anyway.
I still like it. But, I think it tries to make you feel uncomfortable... to push the envelope just a bit. It seems like that is one of the main "agenda's" of the show... and really? I personally feel like they have nailed what mainstream high school is like. Especially after hearing from one of my friends who lives in Illinois, that there was a 6th grade girl and a 9th grade boy having sex, in the lunchroom. DURING lunch.
True Story.
Glee pushes the envelope. And really? That's the point. I really do think its pretty accurate. Maybe not in "Mormon-dom", but in reality? Yes. Quite accurate.
I still want to sing in choir like this.
Nerdy much?
*****
Have a great weekend! Link up if you decide to play! But, you don't have to link up to comment. Don't let the linky scare you away from commenting. Comments are my crack, people. Gimme some comment crack. Please!
Catch ya on the Flip side!
1. What Do You Do With A B.A. In English?/ Sucks To Be Me - Avenue Q Original Broadway Cast
2. In Repair (Acoustic) - John Mayer
3. Dance Anthem of the '80's - Regina Specktor
4. The Bully - Sia
5. Ants Marching (live) - Dave Matthews Band
6. Southern Girl - Amos Lee
7. Numb - U2
8. Over My Head - The Fray
9. Hot Cookin' - G Love & Special Sauce
10. No One Would Riot For Less - Bright Eyes
Bonus: The Fear - Lily White
