If you like the Beatles at all, check out the I Am Sam soundtrack. Was pleasantly pleased with all these covers.. Eddie Vedder, Sarah McLachlan, Heather Nova… all good. This may be one to buy.
Still no DSL at home, so here’s the recap of last night.. went home still limping on my ankle only to find that my Dance Dance Revolution and Dance Mat had arrived. The Timing! So, of course, I had to try it. Guess what.. ankle gave out.. again. Surprise? No, me either. It will be fun, though, i can already tell. Just gotta hide it for a few days so I’m not tempted to try until this ankle feels better.
On the morning front… Okay, I know I’m an old fart, but how old does it make you feel that somebody you saw in concert in a huge arena in the height of their popularity are now playing some little country-western dive bar. I’m talking about 38 Special. I’m just nostalgic because that was my first REAL concert. Real, as in, not just some band we saw playing at the state fair or something. I wanted to go, saved money to buy tickets, and went to a real arena. It was big for me, i was in seventh grade.
Now: 38 SPECIAL at Cowboys Atlanta in Kennesaw Event Date: 02/15/2002
It’s enough to make you want to go home and crawl in a hole.
Of course, why should that make me feel old. This ticketmaster also says Neil Diamond is still touring.. not like I swooned over HIM as a teenager. Still, I think I may have to score tickets to Drowning Pool at the Roxy just to balance out my age vs. concerts dilemma.
kettle korn is a phenomenon. who knew one little bag of popcorn could draw people from cubicles in other parts of the building to come see what “smells like a bakery.”
Anyway.. finally getting to work on a non-real-estate related website for work, and it’s just sucking. All the cheeseball elements they want are so 5 years ago. I thought this would be more fun…
Oh well.. about time to go home and face more unpacking. Will the joy never end?
ewww.. i loaned a buddy a book and he just confessed to me that he hasn’t had much time to read it because he limits it to bathroom reading only! I told him it was tmi, he didn’t get it. So then I told him that according to Seinfeld, he should really buy that book off me. He can’t in good conscience just return it to me after admitting it accompanies him regularly to the john. He hadn’t seen that one, he still doesn’t get it. “it’s not like I defecated ON the book!” he said….. give it up, George, i said.
stupid shoes. turned my ankle over … again.. same ankle.. fell right inside the damn bank over lunch hour. Had quite an audience.. if it hadn’t hurt so much, I’d have taken a nice bow. damn it.
wow.. sitting here, bebopping, pseudo working, wondering when lunch is coming.. and some nice person taps me on the shoulder and hands me a chikfilet chicken biscuit. =)
sat down to start watching the old Twin Peaks tv show last night, now that it’s out on DVD. That is one screwy, convoluted, mess of a show, but it’s strangely attractive… I guess that’s typical of most David Lynch stuff.
is it just me or did Angelo Badalamenti-whatever sell that soundtrack music to the Final Fantasy people.. somewhere around FF7?
what an interesting morning… life in cubicleland has some good points, such as the ability to overhear conversations. it’s all work related gossip that wont mean anything here, but interesting none-the-less.
wonder how long i should sit here pretending to work today before i tell somebody that i’m done with all my current projects and my inbox is sitting empty. hrm. maybe i’ll tell them tomorrow.
yet another thing I hate about this schedule conflict between james and I.. I get off work at 5ish, he knows that, yet he manages to eat “lunch” at 4, so he’s not hungry. So much for my non-home-cooked meal and a movie idea. “So did you go by the apartment today?” it’s 4:45pm, btw. “No, but I planned to before I came home.” Uhuh…. am I dumb to be annoyed that he doesn’t arrange his day around when I’ll be home? Since he has ALL DAY while I’m at work to do things… and EGAD, what a bitch I sound like. This was a dumb rant. He isn’t psychic, he doesn’t know what a shitty day it’s been or how depressed I might feel.. no reason to expect flowers, dinner, and a hug. Going out to eat solo is just icing for this day, though. Icing.
With all this marriage talk in the air… this is what I’m greeted by today when I take my little goof-off break at work..
“You may be locking yourself into a cage if you are not careful, dear Scorpio. Make sure you have an escape route planned out. Try not to jump to conclusions too quickly. You might get the feeling like you are being boxed in. This constriction is apt to make you spring into action without really considering all the options. Don’t jump the gun. Be patient and wait until the tension is released, and then take another step forward.”
This after my mom says to me.. “You didn’t put your name on the lease, too, did you?” As in.. how are you supposed to leave if you did? Um.. wasn’t planning on leaving, mom, universe, whoever… You trying to tell me something?