elkit in wonderland

You're Not The Girl Next Door Or A Girl From France

Oh noooooooo! My faith in humanity is shattered ... I come home from the movies to the news that Paris and Paris have called off their wedding.

If they can't make it work, what hope is there for the rest of us?????

That Deaf, Dumb And Blind Kid

OmiGawd, an iTunes meme! I'll gladly steal that from Andrew:

How many songs? 5341.

Top Five Most Played Songs:
1. Richard Thompson, I Misunderstood
2. Elvis Costello, Rocking Horse Road
3. Tommy Keene, My Mother Looked Like Marilyn Monroe
4. Rammstein, Amour
5. Elvis Costello, Sulky Girl

First song that comes up on shuffle: The Who, Pinball Wizard

Find "sex." How many songs come up? (I'll search just for song names)
"sex": 17
"death": 4 (including 2 versions of PJ Harvey's "The Life and Death of Mr. Badmouth")
"love": 226

Earliest Added: 10cc, The Things We Do For Love, 1/6/05 (this is when I switched powerbooks; half my music is added at that date)
Last Added: Calexico, Attack El Robot! Attack! 9/29/05

Last song in "Purchased Music": D'Nell, That's How I Know (last week's free download)
(Last song bought for a buck: Marcy Playground, Sex and Candy)

Artist with Most Albums: The One True Elvis, of course! He clocks in with 27 albums listed.

Sort by song title:
First: '76 (Stay With You), Lemon Jelly (thanks, Buzz!)
Last: Zwitter, Rammstein

Sort by time:
Shortest: a Monty Python Interlude, at six seconds
Longest: America, The Audiobook: A Citizen's Guide to Inaction (The Daily Show audiobook)

Sort by artist:
First: 2raumwohnung
Last: The Zulus

Sort by album:
First: 1st Magic, the above-mentioned D'Nell
Last: Zucchero & Zucchero, Zucchero

They Took Her Down The Hall, She Never Looked Back At All

So Dervala says that Richard Thompson is playing at the Fillmore tomorrow (Friday) night. It's tempting - but I have other plans (going to see "Everything Is Illuminated" with a couple of friends), and I am not sure I am in the right frame of mind to see him anyway. The songs of his that I love the most are powerfully sad. Even the upbeat ones I like sound like threats, the way he sings them. I think he would just slay me if I went to listen to him; it would probably take me at least a week to recover.

Grey Walls, from which I took a line for this entry title, just breaks my heart every time, and I just hope it's not a true story.

So much good stuff he's written. Oh yeah, and I completely forgot he did the Grizzly Man soundtrack. Can't even remember now what that sounded like. How quickly we forget ...

I Live In My Own Mind, Ain't Nothin' But A Good Time

All done with The Order of the Phoenix. Good recap; I really hadn't remembered half the story. I think I would have been lost if I'd attempted to delve right into the ... umh, what's the latest one called again? Oh yeah, The Half-Blood Prince. (Had to look it up. Thank God for the interweb!)

Now what? I don't really feel like picking up the other three novels I have in the works. I still haven't started on either of the books Chris and Kate have given me for my birthday. Or the German novel my mom sent me a while back. Maybe I'll get back to my John LeCarré series and start over with his Perfect Spy.

Or I'll try Fight Club which I bought a couple of months ago and completely forgot about. Chris was talking about another Palahniuk novel, Haunted, and told me not to read it. And after hearing his reasons why, I truly won't.

But Fight Club, yes, definitely. I loved the movie (surprised myself by how much I liked it, actually). And several people who have seen the movie and read the book said the book is even better.

So yeah, maybe that then.

Tape The Broken Parts Together

You people are funny. Maybe I should get mad more often. Amazing how many friends I have with a guilty conscience, all convinced they've done wrong by me.

Too bad ya'll can't read. I SAID: It's not you I am mad at.

Oh, and Kate: Thank you, love.

Charlie Don't Surf

Crunch-Tastic indeed. Thanks, Jimmy!

I'm Not Angry

I am seething today. I am so mad that I couldn't even finish my coffee, because my stomach already felt like it was being perforated by alien acid. Bought another half gallon of milk, and I am certain I will have it finished by the end of the day. Oh, and the treadmill is in for a world of hurt this afternoon.

It's not you I am mad at (I think I know what it is, but I would rather be tortured than give it up), but you best stay out of my way today. I'm in a mood to pick a fight, and I might say something I'll regret later.

Every little thing is pissing me off. Traffic was a bitch. The school bus almost clipping me REALLY didn't help. If you were going to get together with me, and forgot all about it, well, fuck it then! I'm just fine by myself, thankyouveryfuckingmuch. If you promised to get back to me about something and you haven't, don't bother; you can't possibly do right by me today. But you never call and you never write anyway, so what fucking difference does it make?

What? Me bitter? Naaaaah.

Ain't Nobody White Can Sing The Blues

... but Hardly Strictly Bluegrass they can do. Steve Earle ... Patty Griffin ... Robert Earl Keen ... Rodney Crowell ... Dolly Parton ... Emmylou Harris ... Guy Clark ... Rosanne Cash ... The Austin Lounge Lizards ... I may just have to go. It's in Golden Gate Park, and it's free.

Chris mentioned it Saturday night, when we were sitting in the hot tub, and Dolly Parton started wailing from the stereo. And now Dervala brings it up. And adds that Richard Thompson is going to be at the Fillmore. Hmmmm .... that's this Friday. Not sure if I can swing that.

And God Saw That His Work Was Nearly Done

Here's another Ugly Truth for you: Even God doesn't always get it right on the first try.

Like A Moth To A Flame

Note to self: Read up on the codling moth and how to get it under control.

My coworker Allen is in the local Master Gardeners Program and knows everything there is to know about gardening. He pointed me here to get started. Sounds like a fair amount of work, but I'll try to nip it in the bud for next year. It is much worse than it was last year. I can hardly find any apple without moth damage, and I don't want that trend to continue. I know you're all counting on me for apple pie.

[Sigh. I miss Chappo. What a great song. What an incredible singer!]