Haven't posted anything of substance in a really long time. Not to say that this is anything of substance, but it's a vehicle for journaling what's happening in my life right now. There's a nostalgia for the 1980's; what does it say about us that we're jonensin' for the simplicity of the Cold War? But, as a lover of eighties music, I've benefitted from at least that aspect of it. The oldies radio station in town was changed to the all-80's station, which is to say that it's still an oldies station, but no one wants to think about the fact that it was twenty years ago or more that we first heard any of these songs. Hell, I don't want to think about the fact that it was twenty years ago that I first met RevSphynx which eventually somehow led me to livejournal which eventually somehow has brought to this post. Not that I'm sorry we met, it's just...twenty years ago? Really?

So, because there is entirely too much eighties music to choose from, I took the Movie Soundtrack Meme route and just applied it to an 80's movie. I included three songs in the playlist which weren't actually released in the 80's but, for all intents and purposes, might as well have been. I should also mention that my awesome Robin Sparkles icon is from someone who'll never read this post named CutePoison89. If I could've found a complete version of the song, "Sandcastles in the Sand" (google it) would totally be on this playlist. The playlist provided talking points for my personal update.

( MeBeth's 2008ighties Movie Soundtrack minus biography )

( playlist with personal update for those who want to know more than 'Beth's not dead yet' )

It was good catching up.

Thanks virtually_chuck. That was fun.

_wastrel and I have been riding the same brain wave this week. Here's a comment a posted in response to the aforementioned subject matter.

( If you post about the economy being driven by Satan's minions, and identify yourself as probably being one, but no one reads it, did you really post anything at all? Hello? Anyone? )

Reply in the comments, then post on yours, etc.

1. Do you have a tattoo?
2. How old are you?
3. Are you single or taken?
4. Fish?
5. Do you dream in color?
6. Ever seen a corpse?
7. Hipsters or Hillbillies?
8. How did we meet?
9. What's your philosophy on life and death?
10. If you could do anything with me, and have no one know, what would it be?
11. Do you trust the police?
12. Do you like musicals?
13. What is your fondest memory of me?
14. If you could change anything about yourself what would it be?
15. Would you cheat ?
16. What are you wearing?
17. Have you ever peed in a pool?
18. Would you hide evidence for me if I asked you to?
19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
20. Which do you prefer - short or long hair?
21. What's your favorite day of the week?
22. What's your favorite color?
23. If you could bring back anyone that has passed, who would it be?
24. Tell me one interesting/odd fact about you?
25. What was your first impression of me?
26. Have you ever done drugs?
27. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?

...has been wonderful.

Been busy and failed to mention that Thursday was The Man's and my ten year anniversary of marriage and fifteen year anniversary of all around togetherness. Tempest fugits as my old history teacher used to say. luckeyisis and revsphynx set the bar pretty high as far as ten year anniversaries go, but we did alright.

( details as per an e-mail to my dad )

Current Mood: pleased

Revsphynx's post about Michael Vick "finding Jesus" has gotten me all fired up.

Anybody who does sees dog fights - or animal death matches in general - as being relatively benign needs to read this bit of satire recently published in the Knoxville Voice. I went to post it earlier, but it so utterly disturbed me that I thought better of it. However, since there are some out there who think that dog fighting isn't that bad, I thought maybe this would be useful in showing them that they are utterly full of shit. Still, a warning, particularly if you are a parent, that this will freak you out. In fact, quite honestly, I really wish I hadn't read it. It's Jonathan Swift visits hell.

Considering the perspective that what is being presented in the satire is probably actually happening somewhere in this piss pot of a planet, some might say maybe dog fighting isn't that bad. Relatively. Well, fuck relatively. I'm really fucking tired of the truth of matters being "relative" things bent this way or that in order to repress outrage. The truth is my dogs rely on me just as much as my child does, maybe more. My dogs are helpless, completely trusting, and completely innocent. Michael Vick is no different from a pedophile, a child rapist, or a child pimp. He saw no value in the lives of these creatures and simply used them up for his own profit and sick enjoyment until they were dead. If there is any justice, he will someday soon be mauled to death.

(steps off soapbox)

Got this quiz from blindwolf. It shows you where in these United States you are best suited to live. Supposedly. Knoxville, TN (my current residence) was number two on the list, and Cincinnati, OH (former residence, close enough to it anyway) was fourth. Carlisle, PA and Duluth, MN were first and third respectively. Sigh. Anyway, it was a fun quiz, but the inevitable name, address, favorite cheese type questionnaire appeared at the end. Of course, I gave it faulty information, most importantly telling it that I lived in Oxnard, AL. I like words with "nard" in them.

'Twernt the summer of love, that's for damn sure.

Die Gedanken Sin Frei - The Brazilian Girls
Sly - Cat Empire
Pompeii Am Gotterdamerung - The Flaming Lips
Into The Ocean - Blue October
1-2-3-4 - Feist
Signal Fire - Snow Patrol
No Cars Go - The Arcade Fire
Hang Me Up To Dry - Cold War Kids
Icky Thump - The White Stripes
Ah Mary - Grace Potter & The Nocturnals
Hold On - KT Tunstall
Better Way - Ben Harper & The Innocent Criminals
Better Than That - John Butler Trio
Missed The Boat - Modest Mouse
Crooked Teeth - Death Cab For Cutie
Big Wheel - Tori Amos
I'm No Good - Amy Winehouse
Put Your Records On - Corinne Bailey Rae
Not Too Late - Norah Johes
Gravity - John Mayer
Time is a Runaway - The Alternate Routes

( Liner Notes )

Here's something I sent in an e-mail a few days ago.

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Update: I did amend the lackluster kiss when he came home - quite thoroughly too, I think. And martini night was last night, and I did keep my limit to a two drinks (weak ones at that, the boss lady was on the premises). Plus I had a gigantic chicken salad sandwich in between the two drinks, so I got to enjoy the deliciousness of a ripe melon ball soaked in vodka without the drawback of feeling like I'd taken too many antihistimines the next day. Now what am I going to do with those energetic fruits of responsibility? Why, clean the car and buy a plastic pink flamingo at Walmart of course.

Here's some news that will make most of the men on my friends list proud. My son, a mere two-and-a-half, is already into comic books. It's Spiderman. He loves Spiderman. I don't know why he loves Spiderman as he is too young to see the movie. It would scare the crap out of him. The lovable Giant on Mickey Mouse scares the crap out of him. Sometimes the elephant in Oscar the Grouch's trashcan still scares the crap out of him. So, no movie. But he did pick out a Spiderman comic book at the store awhile back, and I relented since I figured, well, if he's going to be enamoured of something, he at least ought to know what exactly it is. So, this is me reading the Spiderman comic.( Read more... )

I wish I had the capability of making a sound file. You could hear Ben squeal with delight through the whole thing. The comic also contains an Avengers story and two other stories that we don't read because they don't specifically involve Spiderman. When we read the Avengers story, Ben says that Giant Girl is a Mama. And so it begins....

So, someone asked me many years ago if I thought that you could be the reincarnated version of someone still living, to which I replied, "Pppht, no!" But now I am confronted with the possibility that it may be true. My child had a tantrum last week - a rolling on the floor, tears streaming down cheeks, pounding the kitchen floor tantrum - because he does not have a jet-pack. He said, "Where's my back airplane?! Airplane go on there!" (Pointed to back.) And he often wakes up angry that he can't fly anymore(he's still too young to differentiate dreams from reality). Now, of course, the boring answer is that he just saw a cartoon involving jetpacks. But the fun answer is that he is a child from the future, sent here as penance to rewrite the wrongs of history....or to make promotional appearances at county fairs and corporate picnics. My son, Duff Man. Wasn't there a Simpsons episode where Duff Man actually had a jet-pack powered by Duff beer? Anyway, if Ben is from the future, then he could totally be the reincarnated form of someone still alive. Ow!

So, we're thinking of going for a second (and final) child sometime soon, so that sent me to the dentist. None of you will recall my ordeal three years ago detailed in this post. Therefore, in summary: your gums swell when you are pregnant causing those with weird shark teeth that grow in sideways tremendous amounts of pain. So, I go back to the oral surgeon, a cheaper one this time. First thing I notice about this guy, he has horrible teeth. Pointy and nicotine stained. A real walking advertisement for his skills. But my main concern is how long will I be out of commission, i.e. how long will I be unable to take care of my son? I'm assuming twenty-four hours completely out of it with two days of misery and narcotic fogginess to follow. He tells me that I will be completely out of it and unable to function at all for an entire week. It will be major surgery to remove the teeth, particularly the one laying sideways, and I'll almost certainly have nerve damage, but that's better than pain, right? I won't want anyone to talk to me, touch me, or look at me, I'll be in excruciating pain, and won't be able to communicate with them anyway because I'll be so drugged up. Then he adds that, really, it will be more like two weeks. I'll be non-functional for a week, and just miserable for another. So, you know, that's just not feasible. My child does not understand that Mama doesn't want him around when I'm using the bathroom. There's no way he's going to understand Mama not being available for an entire week. And Glenn would lose his mind. They'd never survive. So, how is it that my gut was sliced open during a c-section and my organs laid to rest on what was left of my belly as a 9 lb child was ripped from my tilted womb, but I was up and walking less than twelve hours later, whereas I get some teeth popped out of my head, and I'm flat on my ass with a bedpan for a week? And don't even get me started about the fuzzy logic involved in calculating the payment for all this crap. I just deleted a five hundred word essay on that mess (you're welcome). In my next life, I'm going to dental school. In this life, I'm gonna just roll the dice and hope for the best, shark teeth intact.

But the world has a seemingly endless supply of pompous, bigotted assholes. The Nazi party is alive and well in South Florida, my friends, and this is a post about immigration and the mucus of bigotry that the perverse coupling of Church and State has wrought upon us all. ( Read more... )...whenever religion dips it's toes in the water of politics, that water turns to blood.

Sad Truth #126: There is no such thing as a comfortable bra in the summertime especially considering that there is only barely such a thing as a comfortable bra.

Sometimes, I kind of like this town...

"...every time the demonstrators shouted “White power!,” the clowns responded with confusion. “White flour?,” they'd ask, running in circles and throwing flour into the air."

This meme, you know, being what it is, will have a nonsensical result, but it made me think about all sorts of happy things which was good since I'm in kind of a lousy mood. Sooo, let's fun!

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Current Mood: gloomy

We'll say that Virtually_Chuck is our manager because I got this meme from him.

Funny thing, the profile given for mebeth would've been entirely appropriate for when I was in a real band...or just about anything else I've ever done.

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Homer: Got any of that beer that has candy floating in it? You know, Skittlebrau?
Apu: Such a beer does not exist, sir. I think you must have dreamed it.
Homer: Oh. Well, then just give me a six-pack and a couple of bags of Skittles.

Thanks to bosh0413 for giving me a break from housework.

I find the image that accompanies this totally appropriate. In my mind, it's accompanied by a Homer Simpson-like voice. "Mmmm....beer".
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Tigger: Hoo-hoo-hoo! Happy V Day, ol' buddy! Valentine's Day, that is. Hoo-hoo-hoo!
Eyeore: Could be worse. Could be VD day.
Tigger: Huhn?
Eyeore: Oh nuthin.