Monday, January 31, 2011

Is this superhardcore or assinine?

Dinger and I are going skiing at Keystone tomorrow.

Here's the weather report:


We are idiots.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Stuck in my head: Don Henley, "Heart of the Matter"

This one's just beautiful, with some of the best lyrics of any song I've heard.

The more I know, the less I understand/All the things I thought I knew, I'm learning again/I've been tryin' to get down to the heart of the matter/But my will gets weak/And my thoughts seem to scatter/But I think it's about forgiveness.

The message of letting go and moving on is one that I could stand to remind myself of every now and then. Plus, his voice is one of my favorites in rock. Here's a live clip (from the Hell Freezes Over reunion concert, I believe) of Don Henley's "Heart of the Matter."

Good morning, beautiful: More Dragg-y Goodness

To piggyback (heh... heh heh) on yesterday's drag queen post, here's the video for RuPaul's "Jealous of My Boogie." The song's available for purchase on iTunes (you bet your ass I paid my $1.06 for it!).

Of course, the video features my fave queen of the moment, the lovely miss Raven.

Enjoy while getting your glam on... a little (or a lot) of glitter never hurt anyone.

Past Life Regression: Drag Queen Edition


I joke at work that I have an inner drag queen. I love glitter, sequins, crazy makeup and being 6'4" in heels. There's little of this that I can rock on a regular basis (except for the heels, because that's the inevitable result of being tall and having a shoe problem). But if I were a guy, I'd absolutely be walking the catwalk as my inner drag diva. For now, I'm just a regular chick, which is kind of lame.

Here is a clip of my (new) favorite drag queen: Raven, from season 2 of RuPaul's Drag Race (my new favorite show). She's the closest drag queen to me: tattooed, dark, rock n roll, and a Mia Wallace haircut that I've always wished to have.

Work it, bitch.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Why I Have Zero Financial Security

Because I come home and get on my computer and start buying shit like this.

At least I paid with my PayPal slushfund. It's like I didn't even use real money, just internet money that comes out of nowhere. A few clicks and *poof* - an antiquated Peter Forsberg sweater comes to your door four days later. Shit, it's better than a pile of bills, which is what usually comprises my mail.

And thus I come full circle - I have a money management problem and zero financial security. And an enormous love of hockey and Foppa.

Stuck in my head: Pulp, "Like a Friend"

Back in the day, I bought the Great Expectations soundtrack solely for the one Duncan Sheik song on it (this was before iTunes and back when my parents gave me $20 to amuse myself at the mall on a frequent basis). Several of the tracks still hold up today, and one in particular: Pulp's "Like a Friend." I ended up buying their full-length LP This is Hardcore and loved it.

This song and its lyrics are hitting me kind of hard tonight... I met up with an old friend recently and it resolved a lot of things but also aroused some intense feelings. I think it's mostly nostalgia in knowing that the relationship has permanently changed. [I had a lot more written here and deleted it. No one needs specifics. The song says enough.]




Don't bother saying you're sorry.
Why don't you come in?
Smoke all my cigarettes - again.
Every time I get no further.
How long has it been?
Come on in now,
Wipe your feet on my dreams.

You take up my time,
Like some cheap magazine,
When I could have been learning something.
Oh well, you know what I mean.

I've done this before,
And I will do it again.
Come on and kill me baby,
while you smile like a friend.
And I'll come running,
Just to do it again.

You are the last drink I never should have drunk.
You are the body hidden in the trunk.
You are the habit I can't seem to kick.
You are my secrets on the front page every week.
You are the car I never should have bought.
You are the train I never should have caught.
You are the cut that makes me hide my face.
You are the party that makes me feel my age.

Like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid.
Like a plane I've been told I never should board.
Like a film that's so bad but I've gotta stay til the end.
Let me tell you now:
It's lucky for you that we're friends.