Name that tune?

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I don't know which amazes me more, his digital dexterity or guitar playing ability, his memory or the transitions. (Oh... and there are some songs in there that I didn't even know I knew.)

From The Borderline Sociopathic Blog for Boys.

Wahoo!

I went to bed before midnight! I fell asleep!! I slept for eight hours... straight through!!! Wahoo!

(This is a pretty amazing thing.)

Friday night thrill...

Was listening to this song earlier and went looking for a link. The one I found just about gave me chills.

The old classic. (Funny that I didn't realize until just now that I actually listened to both ladies today, their CDs sandwiched in between Van Halen and Rob Zombie.)

Hmm... Friday evening of a long weekend. Thrilling... I was tempted to take a nap earlier. Kinda sad when sleeping is exciting, the upside being it doesn't take much to constitute a thrill.

Wait... wha?

Silly quiz time... The first one was just dumb.

Your Rock Anthem is "You Give Love a Bad Name"

You're a heartbreaker, and you can't help it. You were born to break hearts! You fall in love easily...but not as easily as other people fall in love with you. Over time, you usually lose interest, and you never hesitate to give a flame the boot. You may give love a bad name, but you're having fun doing it!

What's Your Rock Anthem?

Blogthings: A Fine Line Between Insight and Stupidity

... and then...

Your Love Word is "Devotion"

For you, love is a doing word. You prove your love with the actions you take every day. You are loyal and true to whoever you're in a relationship with. You don't give up unless things are absolutely hopeless. You don't love easily or quickly. You only will fall for someone you truly and completely adore. Once you love, you love intensely. You take love very seriously.

What's Your Love Word?

Blogthings: We'll Tell You The Truth... Someone Has To!

... then this, which was slightly more accurate... (the darn copy/paste HTML code wouldn't work)...

Your Greeting is "Hey"

You are a bit of a wallflower. You're not a big fan of small talk and pointless conversation. You tend to be more of a listener than a talker. You especially hate talking to strangers. You are independent and very creative. You are good at expressing your thoughts, even if you keep most of them private.

Some people may see you as standoffish, but you're really a friendly person. It just takes you a while to warm up.

What Greeting are You?

Life... it's all relative...

"... it's a pretty big thing in the big scheme of things in my little world."

Just part of something I wrote earlier today.

The gray void...

I am lost in this swirling grayness

of perpetual cloud,

which, every now and then,

spits rain in my face.

A cloaked figure

appearing in the mist

laughs at me

and vanishes.

Feb 18, 1997

(This is one of the least noxious bits that I had written in the notebook I found the other day.)

Genetics and the brain

= heart? Fascinating... 20 seconds... hmm... I have to think about that.

Genetics, the human body, the brain... This brings to mind that it is never just one thing that is the determining factor of who we are as human beings, it is an amalgam of many.

Lovin' spoonful...

Walking home from the last day of my regularly scheduled sporting activity tonight, I was thinking to myself that Lipton's cup o' soup sounded good for dinner. I think I had one package left. Have some soda crackers with margarine on them and it would be just right. As I climbed up the front porch steps, I saw a plastic bag sitting behind the peonies that I had left on the bench earlier. I suppose you could say my eyes lit up in a way... I didn't even have to look in the container nestled within the bag... It was cabbage rolls from my friend's mom. (Smiley face thingy.)

Oh... there were four... They have now ceased to exist.

Untitled post...

This morning I noticed a headline that said ... writer and director dies at 71... but on that headline there was no name... What can I say? You've Got Mail, Sleepless in Seattle, Mixed Nuts, When Harry Met Sally... A brilliant, creative, witty woman with an amazing career has passed away.

Hot summer night...

No, not here. No summer to speak of here. Just a song that came back into my periphery tomight. In my adventures of sorting and cleaning up the house (progress has been made), I've come across a few journals and notebooks that I set aside to read through. Anyways... I mentioned this song in one of them. It is Sweet Sorrow, by Joshua Redman, and it always reminded me of a hot summer night. I remember I saw him play live once, but don't recall anything about the concert itself. It may well have been the last one I went to.

I don't know what it is... there's just something about it. The sax sings... but it also speaks. (Even my cat loved this song.)

(Update: Oh... I am giving this particular notebook a four star "holy crap" rating. There are several "poems" in it, that I find absolutely ... uncharacteristic. It is from 1996/1997, and the funny thing is that on the very last page, I wrote a note that I read it over on May 22, 2008. It says... "Holy crap was I ever full of crap.")

Does not compute...

How can you give something up that you don't have?

How can you give up something that you don't have?

How can you give up that which you don't have?

Talk about a brain malfunction. The first question is what popped into my head, but it didn't sound quite right. The second sounded better, but did not seem to convey the thought behind the query. The third one appears to be the correct derivation of said question.

More fluff stuff...

I couldn't get over how big some of the peonies were, but I had no way of showing exactly how big. Today, I was trimming the stems and changing their water and decided to see how they would look against the black background of the stovetop. The last picture above is when I first cut them a few days ago and had them sitting on the bench outside. The first two pictures are in the kitchen today. And... no, I'm not wearing a white glove... That is my arm in a plain old white cotton long sleeve t-shirt. I like the look for some reason.

His last battle...

136 years ago today, Myles W. Keogh died at the age of 36 at the Battle of Little Bighorn.

Pretty in pink

Peonies a plenty...

and roses that remind me of Redoute.

(Some from the other side of the house a couple years ago.)

This reminds me of the time many moons ago when my sister tried to convince me to buy a pale pink linen dress. It was a very simple long a-line with a chemise style bodice. It did not look good. The cut nor the colour. Just because I had rosy cheeks did not mean that I suited a pink dress, especially that particular style. I ended up buying a long bias cut, sage-light olive coloured linen one with straps instead and I know for sure that that pink thing would have remained in my closet unworn until I got rid of it, whereas the green one was a wardrobe staple. (Oh... but way, way, way back... in high school, I do know that mom made me a pale pink strappy mini-dress for one of the dances. AND... I had a fuschia dress for another. OMG!!! It is all flooding back now. The horror of the 80s. Pouffy hair, shoulder-pads, colour... gah. I think that was the last hurrah before I went into the all black bit.)

Oh... the funny thing about pink is that when I was a little girl, my favourite colour was purple, but I think that pink things were easier to come by. When I picked out a china pattern with my mom, the one I chose had a plethora of ... pink roses on it. Of course I grew out of that choice, but it is still very pretty, just rather ... busy for my tastes. I think that even then, I found and appreciated the beauty in things, even if it was something that wasn't particularly me.

Word association...

free

girl

poop

closeup

photo

gallery

What do these words have in common? Nothing you say?

Um... yeah...  that's just...

Monday?

I knew what day it was this morning when I went to sleep, but for the life of me I did not know what day it was this morning when I woke up. What came to mind was ... thank god it's Sunday.

Only You

"You make your own destiny... Don't wait for it to come to you."

Tonight I was deciding between watching "Die Hard with a Vengeance" or "Only You", both of which I still only have on VHS. Although I wasn't really in the mood for a romantic comedy, I chose "Only You" because I was thinking of sifting through an old journal whilst watching. (Can't do that during an action movie.) I hadn't seen it in quite a while, and tonight something came back to me. I had somewhat of an OMG moment... I remember having a pair of pale yellow pants just like those when I was in middle school. Yellow? Yellow pants? Me? Was I nuts? That's just plain weird. Anyways shortly after that moment, the gypsy woman says to the main character "You make your own destiny... Don't wait for it to come to you." I just found that rather odd considering that my fortune cookie from dinner today said "Be assertive and you will win." This, in addition to that Carpe Diem crap that's come up a couple times in the last little while, seems to be another one of those nudges... precursors if you will, to the forthcoming swift kick in the arse.

Thinking...

One of the greatest things in life at any given time, is simply knowing that someone is thinking about you.

I wrote that in response to a comment here a short time ago, signed out and came back in because it just struck me how profound that simple little truth is.

Ha, ha, ha...

The quietness you're currently experiencing is unlikely to last long, so don't forget to be thankful for these quiet times - you're going to have a heck of a lot of good fun though in the coming months.

This is my "romantic" horoscope from Laughsend for today. I laughed a quiet hardy laugh because of the "quietness" that I'm currently experiencing... Can you say... understatement?

The harbinger

of... blogdeath... am I?

I started my blog three years ago this past March, which means I only began reading blogs about the same time. In the time that has passed, the first longstanding blog that I began regularly commenting on ended due to the blogger deciding to move on. The second one has simply ceased to write on his blog, which is a shame. A few that I found along the way, or that found me via comments on other blogs have since simply ended... Two have been deleted and one no longer posts. Another has been closed down, and yet another has been taken over by an advertisement. Of these, one I had a feeling might have to shut down because of the path the blogger was taking in life and, in my mind would not be able to continue to blog about the particular career of choice. Another one I worry about because he was struggling through some critical life issues and working through them via the blog. It seemed that it was rather abruptly removed. One was a limited run blog due to the nature of its content and another was a life/destination blog about the same age of mine that had grown exponentially in popularity which may be why the site is now an advertisement instead of a blog. I know... life goes on... things change, but it was nice to visit completely different places and views.

Funny the diversity of those blogs, now that I'm trying to think back... There was an ad man in New York who played in a marching band and blogged about life in general, a young former U.S. Marine and Veteran's advocate who wrote beautifully and had a wonderful eye, a young woman embarking in life and a career with law enforcement, a Canadian soldier making his way through PTSD, a guy in England who wrote only about Meg Ryan and Michelle Pfeiffer movies and a young dad who wrote about life and times in Scotland in an engaging manner. There are some blogs that I used to read but that I don't check regularly anymore, so there is a chance there might be more that have gone by the wayside. As for me, I've been tempted to stop a few times, and this last lull of mine which I thought was three days without posting was actually four. Did I miss it? Not really. In those few days did I feel as though I should have posted something... anything? Nope. Was there a major change in my outlook on life? Nope. I could go on with these questions, but I won't. I'm still here. I still don't know why.