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Prince’s Erotic City came up on my itunes the other day, and now it’s in my head for a good month at least.
When I was very little (3 or so) I had a super awesome brown Fisher Price record player and my parents bought me lots of fantastic ’80s pop singles, such as Cyndi Lauper’s Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, Beat It by Michael Jackson, some Madonna, Ghostbusters… and Let’s Go Crazy, by Prince, the B-side of which is this song, Erotic City.
And this song was always my favorite! Way cooler than Let’s Go Crazy. Of course, I had no idea what they were saying or referring to in this song. It just cracks me up… I really wonder what my parents were thinking when I was playing this in my room all the time. For years. Really. Ha.
I remember playing again when I was a bit older and thinking, “wait, did he just say ‘fuck until the dawn’?” And that’s what I assumed he was saying from then on. I don’t think I played it as loudly in my room when my parents were home after that.
Anyway, it wasn’t until much later that I looked it up on the internet and saw there was some controversy around the use of the word “fuck” and that maybe he was actually saying “funk.” Oh horse shit, that is so fuck.
Funny none the less. Oh and I just looked up George Clinton’s cover and it freaks me out. And there is no way they’re saying funk.
Over the past few weeks, I’ve managed to reacquire a major obsession with Harvey Danger’s Flagpole Sitta. No, I have no idea why; it just came on my playlist and I haven’t stopped listening to it since. I’m runnin’ underground with the moles, diggin’ big holes.
I really haven’t updated in forever, because there’s not a whole lot to update. I will say I have been playing The Sims 2 quite a bit. And I haven’t taken a single picture (inconceivable)! Actually, I was planning on taking a visit to my family’s (The Flounders) bakery and show you some pictures, but that was not in the cards, as my game crashed and then I told it to fuck off.
My game has been crashing a lot. I rarely quit playing by exiting the game on my own. I’ve learned to save amazingly often. This time it crashed right after my sim (Elle Flounder) had a baby and she just got accepted into the Garden Club and got a wishing well. I saved right before these events occurred. I’m actually hoping the baby will turn out a bit different this time. It had blond hair and brown eyes just like his brother, and I’d prefer something different. Elle’s children are generation 4 of the Flounder family. I’ve not made it much past generation 4 before, but I hope to this time.
To keep me going and to keep me from getting too side-tracked, I’m having them marry Townies and other Maxis neighborhood sims. Elle’s mother was Roxie Sharpe. Then Elle married a very attractive townie named Aaron Johnson. He’s very good looking, which is completely and utterly inconceivable for Maxis-made males. Seriously, before he came along, I was about ready to give up and have her marry—oh what’s his name? The pale base-game townie wearing the blue long-sleeve shirt and ridiculous plaid pants, blond hair and very pointy features. She had three lightning-bolts with him. But luckily she had two with Aaron, and he wouldn’t completely ugly-up the family genetics ( the rottenness and evil in me). And major lucky break with him as well because he was a knowledge sim–score!
Well, that’s about all there is with me. I need to go do some work now. I don’t know if I will, but I sure as shit need to. Go listen to Harvey Danger so you can get it stuck in your head too. Hear the voices in my head, I swear to God it sounds like they’re snoring; but if you’re bored then you’re boring. The agony and the irony, they’re killing me, whoa!
So the wonderful Thanksgiving holidays are over and the count down to Christmas holidays begins. I want Christmas to be here quite badly because the thought of working all day right now makes me want to gouge out my eyes; however, I also don’t want Christmas to be here yet because I’m in no mood to go Christmas shopping. Just ugh.
Anyway, Thanksgiving was fun; I went to Dallas/Fort Worth to visit my parents, and spent most of the time there reading Harry Potter. Obsessed much? Oh yes. I’m now almost halfway through the last book, and I’m still pissed about what happened to Sirius in the fifth book. The only other thing I really did over the break was go to a Tori Amos concert! The weather was cold and rainy and we had to pay $15 to park and then walk in the miserable weather, but Tori was nothing short of completely awesome. And she performed Cornflake Girl. Which completely made my night right there.
This was my second time seeing her in concert, and I think I liked this time a bit better because one, our seats were a bit closer, and two, she played with her band, which I think makes it more interesting for some songs. She still did a solo section with just her and the piano, but it was nice hearing her with the band as well this time.
Moving on, I just want to say THANK YOU again to those of you who read the new chapters of I Woke Up LA. I’m happy that it was well-received and your comments make me excited to start the next part. Though, however excited I may be, I do think it will be quite some time before the next chapters are released. I do not know if I will have much time to even start working on it before Christmas. Of course, you never know, maybe me saying that will make the opposite happen.
I will say this about what to expect in the future chapters: Read the rest of this entry »
Believe it or not, I actually made some progress on I Woke Up LA this weekend. And by this weekend, I mean last night mostly. I now have 26 pictures completed. It’s amazing how long those 26 took, and while granted–they were probably some of the more difficult of the bunch, I’m not looking forward to the remaining 100+. Picture taking used to be the best part of making the story for me, but now…it’s just too much of a pain in the ass. I think the standards are too high for my lazy butt now, and my lots are just disgusting now after 6 chapters and nearly 2 years.
Just plain barf, really. I have at least 800 Jills running around in that neighborhood, and as hot as that may sound to some of you, I just want to get a shotgun and start killing some of them off. Of course, I do that, and something will screw up the neighborhood, so I’m just dealing with the mess to avoid complications at the moment.
Anyway, on a plus side, I think I’m done with ridiculous blanket editing. I gave up and took an easy way out on one picture, but I don’t care anymore, and hopefully most of the pictures from the scene turned out alright.
Okay, new topic: it’s Monday afternoon and I’m taking a break at work right now because I just found the solution to something that was looming over my head for a while then causing me massive amounts of grief this morning with its lack of an ability to work at all. But now it’s working and I’m super excited and rewarding myself with the treat of coming on here and blabbing away about nothing.
Today’s nothing topic will be a follow-up to my gushing on about Tool in the last post. Today I will mention the coolest cover-mix I have ever heard. A cover so awesome, I’m willing to listen to it at major McPoo quality because no higher quality is available that I know of. It’s entirely possible I’ve blabbed about this song before. It’s A Perfect Circle’s live cover combination of The Cure’s Love Song and Ozzy’s Diary of a Madman.
It amazes me how APC put these two songs together. Completely seamless as if they were meant to be that way. Mentions of diarrhea and all. Listen to it; it’s all kinds of coolness. And if you’ve been living under a rock covered in a hundred other rocks, here are the originals: Love Song and Diary of a Madman.
Friday night at last, and I’m currently sitting at my desk with the patio door open listening to Tool loudly, because I’m sure the neighbors here in hickified Bryan, Texas love it. To pieces.
In my list of 250 songs (which I managed to leave some key players out, so it might be more like top 300 when I’m done), I have several songs by Tool listed. Tool is a great band because they’re heavy, have incredibly fucked up lyrics, and yet Maynard has this insanely beautiful voice. Which is the key to me with heavier music really, the voice. I’m very picky about the screaming and growling that comes along with heavy rock, but Maynard does it perfectly.
I don’t know when or how I got into Tool exactly. I think it was sometime right after high school, and perhaps the song was one of their radio songs, like Sober or something. Whatever the case, I soon got all their albums, which were just Opiate, Undertow and Ænima at the time. One of my first obsessions was the song Opiate, from the same-titled album. Then there’s my favorites from Undertow: Prison Sex and Swamp Song; and Ænima songs, Stinkfist, Eulogy and H. As the (many) years passed, Lateralus comes out and I’m of course drawn to Parabol + Parabola. Separate tracks, but they must be listened to together because for some reason Parabol just makes Parabola that much sweeter. I don’t have anything from their newest album on my list because I haven’t gotten into it quite as much yet, though there are definitely songs I like–just not love to absolute pieces like these mentioned.
If I had to pick a single favorite, I think it would be Prison Sex. Probably one of the more fucked up of the bunch, but incredibly catchy.
It took so long to remember just what happened.
I was so young and vestal then,
you know it hurt me,
but I’m breathing so I guess I’m still alive
even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.
I’ve got my hands bound,
my head down, my eyes closed,
and my throat wide open.
Do unto others, what has been done to me,
Do unto others, what has been done to you.
This post has no other purpose than to superficially gush about Tool. Oh, and if you really want to know what a crazy person I am, the song which alphabetically precedes all of the Tool songs in my top favorite list is 867-5309 by Tommy Tutone. Only extremely cool people will admit to loving both. Ha!
Happy weekend, all.
