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The commies can smell the lefty pinko blood running through my veins. They've stopped and talked me up like three times so far this quarter. Two of them were my fault, since I maded Eye Contact (always with the wrong people at the wrong time! damnit self, learn appropriate timing!). But yesterday I was minding my own business, laptopping with my headphones on, surrounded by other people, when Wandering Commie singled me out! Specifically!

WC: What do you think of society today? Do you think it's good?
Me: (thinking) Christ, not again. (out loud) Ummmmmmmm.

Their radar is off. It is true that I am soashilist, but what they are not picking up on is that I'm a soashilist who doesn't know anything about politics or the economy, and one that has no intention of doing anything except taking a nap when my classes are over. (Uhh basically it's just something I decided on one Saturday and then never thought about again.) Heed these words, Wandering Commies! I will just delete all the emails you send me, I shan't attend any of your meetings, and I will not dismantle capitalism with the fury of my red red heart.

I would say that I must look pretty godless too, but I think all these Asian Christian groups are just picking off anyone they can. I dress plainly and have a stupid look on my face most of the time, so I probably look like I would be receptive. Burrrrn! Sorry Asian Christian groups, you just have bothered me one time too many. You wrecked my Sudoku-playing time.
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Re-read "How to Tell a True War Story" from Tim O'Brien's The Things They Carried today. This book still makes me feel enormously conflicted. Just putting this entry as a placeholder for when I can gather my thoughts better. I got BBQ sauce on the book btw.

- - -

To calm myself down after being annoyed by mon roomie (after listening to some Nina Simone, which also soothed my spirit) I'm going to bash through my issues with this book.

"How to Tell a True War Story" fucked with my head A LOT. I remember reading it two summers ago and feeling FUCKED WITH. I think I can only write about it if I literally respond pace by pace to the lines of the story.

    A true war story is never moral. It does not instruct, nor encourage virtue, nor suggest models of proper human behavior, nor restrain men from doing the things men have always done. If a story seems moral, do not believe it. If at the end of a war story, you feel uplifted, or if you feel that some small bit of rectitude has been salvaged from the larger waste, then you have been made the victim of a very old and terrible lie. There is no rectitude whatsoever. There is no virtue. As a first rule of thumb, therefore, you can tell a true war story by its absolute and uncompromising allegiance to obscenity and evil. Listen to Rat Kiley. Cooze, he says. He does not say bitch. He certainly does not say woman, or gilr. He says cooze. Then he spits and stares. He's nineteen years old -- it's too much for him -- so he looks at you with thos big sad gentle killer eyes and says cooze, because his friend is dead, and because it's so incredibly sad and true: she never wrote back.
    You can tell a true war story if it embarrasses you. If you don't care for obscenity, you don't care for the truth; if you don't care for the truth, watch how you vote. Send guys to war, they come home talking dirty.
    Listen to Rat: "Jesus Christ, man, I write this beautiful fuckin' letter, I slave over it, and what happens? The dumb cooze never writes back."

"It does not restrain men from doing the things men have always done." This isn't the point O'Brien was getting at, but god that is just another strike against humanity. How history repeats itself; how individual people don't change, so how can we possibly expect this world to be okay? The world is so going to end soon, you guys. I'm pretty convinced of this. Somewhere down the line the only thing we're going to be able to do is make peace with the fact that "oh well, at least I'm not going to be alive" and say a really, really final goodbye to everything we love, and be prepared to know that we've screwed our children over to the nthnthnth degree.

"If a story seems moral, do not believe it. If at the end of a war story, you feel uplifted, or if you feel that some small bit of rectitude has been salvaged from the larger waste, then you have been made the victim of a very old and terrible lie. There is no rectitude whatsoever. There is no virtue. As a first rule of thumb, therefore, you can tell a true war story by its absolute and uncompromising allegiance to obscenity and evil." It's so hard to read accounts of war and not think that it was one hundred percent horrible, that it is and completely is evil. Later when he talks about how war brings you closer to life, how war is beautiful in its own way, when people talk about bonds between soldiers and closeness - it's hard for me to reconcile those things with how bad war is supposed to be. Maybe that's just binary thinking, an unrefined desire to take information to extremes, to keep concepts in strictly delineated boxes. War as utterly contradictory? EVERYTHING IS SO CONFUSING IN THIS BOOK, I AM SO DUMB.

I think part of the problem is this equation with war with truth, and the association of truth as good. If war is so close to human truth, and people in war have then come so close to this human truth -- which I think is what O'Brien argues, with all his "you don't understand"ness -- and war changes you, changes you in an irreversible way -- for better or worse? People are not meant to know that truth, how far people can go?

The Rat Kiley letter thing: an unmanageable pain that manifests in this small ugly way, the small ugly pettiness of swear words when you're really trying to mean it. I always cringe when I read that section though. There's too much history of it, of women denigrated with those words and all other words like it. There's too much power behind it, and then for it to be excused with "because it's so incredibly sad and true: she never wrote back." What about her story, her pain, her brother dead half a world away and a letter written by someone she doesn't know describing her brother as someone she doesn't know, couldn't know, because the war had changed him and she can't understand. But is me asking that going to detract from the point he's making? It's not about our story, the civilians, whose pain is out of negative space and the lack of experience. It's about the ones who were there right? Is it right of me to demand a balanced view? He has a right to say "this is going to about my perspective, that's it". And maybe he's not blaming the sister for not writing back; maybe the "incredibly sad and true" is about the abstract pain of putting your soul and sending it away and waiting and never getting anything back, of silence when someone nineteen yrs old and so so out of his depth can't get even grasp this. And even though it sounds obnoxious, what Rat says, "Jesus Christ, man, I write this beautiful fuckin' letter, I slave over it, and what happens?", maybe you transcend the words and access that abstract pain. Because in war, words become meaningless? Does that mean different standards have to be used in evaluating people in war? Then what does that say about their stories?? OMG SO CONFUSED.

edit @ 6/22/08/
Just noticed this part: "
Send guys to war, they come home talking dirty." What does that mean? If you send guys to war, they come back talking dirty, because they no longer can try to soften what they say, they can no longer format and paste their thoughts for polite society? Or they've fallen out of "polite society" and the ugliness of swear words is the way they can express themselves? WHAT THE FUCK, I HATE THIS BOOK, I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND IT. URRGHHHH WORRRRGHHH.

Thing that fucked me up: the baby water buffalo story. I still don't really know what I make of it. I think I get it, and then at the end he calls the old woman dumb cooze in his head and calls that story a love story. AND I DON'T GET IT. OMG. WHAT THE FUCK.

This story was such a mindfuck, I swear. I don't think I'll ever get it. Maybe the point is that it jumbles you up? I SWEAR I WILL NEVER GET IT.

For a brief glorious window in senior year, I thought I understood what O'Brien was saying. LOLOLOL NOT ANYMORE!

Thoughts I wrote down from senior year:
sense out of the senseless:
- war is senseless
--> stories to try to make sense of it
BUT if the stories make sense it's a lie
because the true ones know what the war was like: senseless

in real life no morals


In war it's hard to tell what's actually happening from what you think is happening. And that perception of reality supercedes reality. The confusion you feel about trying to find out the truth: THAT is the truth. ??????

But what about the rest of it? OMG. Seriously tell me what you thought about this.
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I said it once and I'll say it again, being into anime/manga/non-English fandom is HARD. Very difficult to find good fic. You have to rabbit around everywhere and put up with a lot of dreck.

BLEACH. I love Kubo Tite's art so much (SO MUCH), if only for the first book with Ichigo's t-shirts and skinny jeans and Rukia's super tiny awesomeness. It goes beyond the first book obvs but that first book, man, I imprinted on it harddd. I should catch up. SIGH. I hope he's gotten over his weird art stage by now. I like the fine-lines pls.

I have true appreciation for series that really mindfuck their main characters, as long as they do it right from the get-go. If they do it midway through I can't handle it.

You know what's stupid? CLAMP and Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle, that's what. The art has deteriorated completely. Ugh storyline. Whatever. Vampire. WHATEVER!!!! Too bad X had such great art. XXXHolic has really great art too, and Yuuko, so that puts it above a lot of things. What am I talking about now.

HEY remember when I liked Faust VIII and Shaman King? Hoo boy.

There should be a new Saiyuki every month instead of this every whenever-we-damn-well-please nonsense Tokyopop is on. They don't even bother writing the month the next book is supposed to be out anymore.

Video game fandom confuses me but I forge on ahead anyway because I thought FF7: Advent Children was really pretty. THAT IS ALL I EVER, EVER NEED.

I love AUs. I do.

Tempestuous relationships:
Computer: Low Battery. You should change your battery or switch to outlet power immediately to keep from losing your work.
Me: You should shut your dirty whorish mouth!!!!!

My sister and I had like a three hour conversation today. Some of it was thoughtful, like gender-feminism stuff and race stuff and media stuff, but my FAVOOOOORITE parts were when we talked about what we liked!! Like so:

Me: I like it when boys wear t-shirts!
Her: I like wrists!
Me: Skinny ties!
Her: Scarves with winter hats!
Me: Skirts!
Her: Flats!
Me: Long legs on girls!
Her: Suits!

If you think I'm exaggerating you don't know us very well.

(For the record:
girl redheads, people with dark hair and light eyes, long-limbed girls - dancer's build, guys with fine-boned/delicate bone structure, skinny guys, blonde ladies, freckles, coats. And I think muttonchops are some of the most hideous physical ailments known to man. The conversation was a lot longer than just listing though because we kept giggling and trying to think of specific examples.)
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I totes made up that subject line. Those aren't even words. My frenzied quoting of things to escape doom:

Sonnet 6
by Rainer Maria Rilke

Is he native to this realm? No,
his wide nature grew out of both worlds.
They more adeptly bend the willow's branches
who have experience of the willow's roots.

When you go to bed, don't leave bread or milk
on the table: it attracts the dead--
But may he, this quiet conjurer, may he
beneath the mildness of the eyelid

mix their bright traces into every seen thing;
and may the magic of earthsmoke and rue
be as real for him as the clearest connection.

Nothing can mar for him the authentic image;
whether he wanders through houses or graves,
let him praise signet ring, gold necklace, jar.

(Translated by Edward Snow)

Oh, Rainer Maria Rilke. One of my favoritests for sure. *physically suppresses heart from beating out of chest* Some poems really feel like a cheat to me, like the author really wanted to write prose instead but GOT TOO LAZY to put things into proper sentences, hahaHA. But look at how every word is a windfall in good poems! Even though you have no idea what's going on, it's beautiful and you're whirled up into a maelstrom! Oh, Rainer Maria Rilke. You make me so soppy.

"And now at last it comes. You will give me the Ring freely! In place of the Dark Lord you will set up a Queen. And I shall not be dark, but beautiful and terrible as the Morning and the Night! Fair as the Sea and the Sun and the Snow upon the Mountain! Dreadful as the Storm and the Lightning! Stronger than the foundations of the earth. All shall love me and despair!"

She lifted up her hand and from the ring that she wore there issued a great light that illumined her alone and left all else dark. She stood before Frodo seeming now tall beyond measurement, and beautiful beyond enduring, terrible and worshipful. Then she let her hand fall, and the light faded, and suddenly she laughed again, and lo! she was shrunken: a slender elf-woman, clad in simple white, whose gentle voice was soft and sad.

"I pass the test," she said. "I will diminish, and go into the West, and remain Galadriel."

- J. R. R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring (1954)

This almost makes me want to read stupid Tolkien. ALMOST. I <3'd this part in the movie.

The best ONTD post EVER. I read every one of those comments, oh yes I did.
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Mmm, listening to Exile in Guyville straight through after a long while is like taking a shower after many days of accumulating dust without noticing.

(That sentence...)

Today's the Show with Ze Frank made me want to CRY. Damn you, Ze Frank, and your grateful close-knit community. You know what that shit does to me. ;____; It's ending this week.


I swear to god Strange Loop? is the best album closer ever. "But I only wanted more than I knew," and that guitar spiralling. Oh, Liz Phair! Please release one more album, one with your old spirit. I can't handle the self-titled and Somebody's Miracle as your final two albums. You can't let yourself go like this!

My stupid printer ran out of ink and it turns out all the ink cartridges I brought with me are empty. (I don't know why they were all tucked away into boxes yo.) So's, I got to buy a new one. I really, really bored myself there.
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Usually I walk around completely clueless with my iPod volume up at a damagingly high level. Some guy said something to me on the stairs (or at least I think he said it to me) and I responded only with "huh?", at which point he was already four steps ahead of me. To entertain myself I'm going to say that he said "hey, foxy lady, you're SMOKIN' hot. Rawr." But probably he said "you smell weird." D:

But how was I to be blamed? I was listening to BUMP. Every few months I fall out of touch with my BUMP love, garbling "their songs sound the same" and what have you. Today's remedy was to listen to Sharin no Uta and Only Lonely Glory (radio edit) and Harujion. Oh, BUMP. My BUMP love is a big expanding ice matrix in my hart that grows and grows like a tiny universe of FUJIWARA MOTO WILL U MARRY ME? CHECK Y/N/MAYBE. IF NO, PASS THIS NOTE 2 UR VOICE, LOLZ. It makes me feel sunshiny and lighter and like there is a TINY UNIVERSE OF LOVE growing up out of me, because there ALWAYS IS. His voice is so young and yelping with frantic earnestness in Only Lonely Glory and oh god, that inhalation right before he starts singing Harujion... it always kills me. He MEANS it so much. The bass is super good in that song as well. YAY!

I'm listening to Tigermilk now. Such a perfect piece of charm. So very effortlessly brilliant. Why can't Stuart be my boyfriend? Happy birthday, Stevie! (Which I only know because I popped over to the ampersand marriage known as the B&S Q&A. I don't even know Stuart's birthday. Is it... in November? Or August? Probably August. I guess that is why he cannot be my boyfriend; I yam unworthy. *sadface*). "Because life is never dull, in your dreams." Analogous to what Quentin Tarantino said about Chungking Express: I'm so happy to love a band this much.
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Twelve magizillion points to whoever identifies who said that in a burbling of sheer, complete loveability. [insert answer-giving-away statement here]

Also panter's not even a real word, it's a natural smush of "banter" and "patter". [insert answer-giving-away statement here] It's hard to censor the answer-giving-away statement! It's such a reflex. *hopeless*

I feel very Dylan these days. Sadly, this does not mean that I am/once was a complete hotass with twenty-three different, yet equally awesome "fuck you, camera" looks. I want to buy Blood on the Tracks, Modern Times, and the Freewheelin' Bob Dylan a lot alot.

Today I read for the VERY FIRST TIME, the part in Crime and Punishment where Raskolnikov explains his extraordinary man theory. The very first time. I don't know what I was doing junior year. Where did I think all that stuff came from? I wasn't even remotely worried about not reading it. "O well, whatever, I'm sure it's in there somewhere. Good enough." Razumikhin's rant on teh socialists!1 and nature vs nurture would've been helpful too, for the essay I wrote three hours before it was due. Oh, junior year.

Is it weird that the bastard-er Raskolnikov is, the happier I am? He's just SUCH a bastard, I love it!! It's hard to explain why. The more pompous and haughty and contemptuous he is, the more I want to squeal and mess his hair up and give him soup. He's such an ASSHOLE. And um, you know, a sociopath. But he's like a sociopath with no patience for charm and charisma; he's kind of too honest for that. I mean, he's lying his ass off, manipulating and calculating, but he's not really willing to compromise himself, where his 'self' is someone who hates people. HA HA. Dude, I think I'm trying to make him out to be more sympathetic than he actually is. Shouldn't I consider the fact that he killed two people with an axe more seriously? "What a crazy bastard. *loves*" can't be my reaction to EVERYTHING. Rawr. Fictional characters = serious business.

I sat in on the wrong discussion section today. *thumbs up*

Am very boring lately. D:
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This is the worst idea. I can't remember back that far. And yet I insist on doing this. I had Top 10 Songs, Top 10 Earworms, and Top 10 Albums, but I figured that those weren't significant.

la musique )
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IT'S GOING TO BE 2007 IN TWO DAYS! O__o;; How'd that happen? I'm going to be spamming with lotz of end of the year posts. 2006 was a pretty good year in Watching Movies. Usually what would happen is that we'd see a trailer or a commercial or just heeeear about a movie and say "hey! let's watch that" and we never ever would. But this year!

les films )
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On rewatching Fans Only:

Stevie would make a great dad. He'd never want to let go of the baby and miss out on work and shall hardly ever lose his temper. On the other hand, we can't see Stuart as a dad. At all. He'd be the weird but sweet uncle to a batch of sensible kids. He'd get them dictionaries and cups for Christmas presents. You don't send your kids to Stuart to have him take care of them; you send your kids to Stuart to have them take care of him. "Okay, what's next on the list? 'Have breakfast.' Let's see what we have..." And what he'd have would turn to be some ham, a muffin, a jar of cocktail olives, and some WEIRDASS sauce, like French peppermint salad dressing. While he's trying to assemble these things into some kind of meal, the kids are going through his cupboards efficiently, finding butter and panckae mix and eggs. Their mom would call them and be all "Remember, you have to take care of your Uncle Stuart. When he leaves the house, make sure he's turned off all the appliances and hasn't left the water running or anything like that." "Yes, Momma, we know." He seems like the type who'd forget that he didn't like things, like he'd forget that he can't handle spicy food. "Oh my God, Stuart, why'd you eat that?!" "I forgot..." He seems like he'd be a REALLY terrible cook. He'd make really horrible cookies. But he'd eat them anyway. And he'd bring them over to other people's houses.


Richard is probably weirdly good at all things domestic, which is why Stuart has survived as long as he did. Stuart needs girlfriends just so he doesn't freeze to death in the winter from a defective heater AND oven. :OOOO

In other news, we LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE Stuart. A LOT. A LLOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTT. I can't put any quotes in here because it's really just screaming "LOOK AT HIM" and "OHHHH!! MY GOD" and "HIS HAIR!!!" and "STUARTTTTTT." Sometimes a full sentence makes its way in there, like "LOOK HOW LONG HIS LEGS ARE" or an utterly broken, "I love him. Why can't he be my boyfriend?"

AND SOMETIMES we even talk about the other members of the band. SOMETIMES.

This is the combined effort of me, my sister, and jam cookies.
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I LOVE Bob Dylan.

Queen Jane Approximately came up on shuffle and I got all happy and started bopping about.

Bob Dylan <3333


Also, the first twenty seconds of Bob Dylan's 115th Dream sends me into convulsions of glee. IS THAT HIM LAUGHING? OMFG *DIES* HELPLESS RANDOM STONED LAUGHTER!!!!

Also, Bringing It All Back Home.

Also, Highway 61 Revisited.

Also, the world also is ridiculously convenient.
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I was thinking about Leo Di'o today and I felt a smile spread across my face like a sneaky sneaky thing. Alright, alright. I'm a Leo Di'o fan now, I accept. *SIGH*

HOWEVER: I control my love of Leo Di'o, it does not control me. That's way more than I can say about, er, some other people. whohavefreckles

Leo Di'o's in this month's GQ. I may have to pick that up, since it also some Office stuff.

I've watched a lot of movies since I've been here. Not counting those I had to watch for classes: Flyboys, Murderball, The Departed (x 2), The Prestige, Half Nelson, Blood Diamond. All were very good except the last half hours of The Departed and The Prestige. And probably Flyboys. I don't remember much out of that except LOOK AT THEIR AVIATOR CLOTHES EEEEE.


Dec. 2nd, 2006 08:20 pm
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Teal socks! Unsurmountable lethargy! BURRITO OF LOVE!

More confusion!

And it feels like I've got something to prove, but in some ways it's just something to do. The sign on highway 61 says go west, young man.
Oh, Liz, come back! Write another Go West, please! If you must, balance out your super-creative years with one more album, but you can't go any further than that.

And then our mothers and our DADS left us nothing we could SELL to fill exhausted yawning GAPS.

God if I ever meet the neighbors on an off-day I'll rip off one of their arms and beat them over the head with it. I now hate them for life. God, why couldn't USC have won??

Also I'm getting really tired of studiously ignoring people's existence when they come into the room talking loudly and generally making a nuisance of themselves. Can they not talk anywhere else? I DO NOT mean the hallway.

I remembered this conversation from last year/early this year today while listening to Sufjan Stevens' Michigan:
Sufjan Stevens: I'll do anything for you, I'll do anything for you...
Mom: That's impossible, you know. Even if a man says he will or that he did, it's really impossible. You can't believe him. If a man says it to you, don't believe him!
Me: You're cynical. And he's talking to his child.

I really like that whrmuurmuuurr noise in They Might Be Giants' Boss of Me. Whrmuurmuuurrr!!

Listen to those cymbal crashes in If You Tolerate This. Fucking awesome. WHO IS THE SINGER OF MANIC STREET PREACHERS?

Emily brought this up, and srsly, what the fuck is wrong with I'm a Wheel? A+ damnit.

Who would've thunk that of all the shows I've loved, I'd get the most musically out of Supernatural? I guess it's because, without it, I would've never been introduced to classic rock. Blue Öyster Cult! Cheap Trick!

Top 5 Songs That Should Be Longer Than They Are
1. Elisa Florillo (I know it's not really her singing, but I like her name better) - It's Raining, It's Pouring. 1:25 is a CRIME against HUMANITY. At least 4 minutes of Whoo! and BOMPED! pleassse, toss us a bone.
2. Belle and Sebastian - Simple Things
3 to 5 is undecided. Send in your suggestions, America!

I've been thinking about the children's-names-thing for too long, I know, BUT: Lydia, Heidi, Claire. I will beat you to Lydia, Alyssa! You can have Calvin. I think I'll name my once and future son something boring like Daniel or Michael because, damnit, I like those names. It's too bad I don't like the name Dean, because... yeah. I am considering Nathan because I think NATE is a REALLY CUTE NAME. NATE THE GREAT. Isn't that a children's book somewhere? I don't like the name Felicity. Why does the nickname Lissie have to be so damn cute. *cries*

I am doing anything to avoid work.


Dec. 2nd, 2006 12:06 am
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I have bitten off all my nails. :((((

Have you ever just been sitting there, chillin out, maxin, relaxin all cool, you know, and then go, "... what am I listening to?!?!" And this can go three ways: one, there's some weird song you've never heard before playing; two, there's some weird... noise that is Not Supposed To Be There; or three, there's nothing and you're just realizing that you've been sitting alone, in silence, for a really long time.

ellipse = mathy oval, planetary orbit
ellipsis = ...
ellipses = plural for both, because English is Dumb

I am still in total shock over my His 9D paper. The one on the book I finished 15 hours before the paper was due. Have I really just been overthinking the His 9D thing? My TA is so so so fucking nice. This has, of course, made him a lot hotter in my eyes. Oh my God. It's kind of too late to start trying in there, but y'know? Oh my God. I should give my TA a muffin basket.

YSI is a fucking demon these days, enabling all sorts of reckless music spams. They are up for a week! Brought to you by the letters M, B, and the wildcard C.

Michael Penn - High Time
Umm. This is good. I have nothing else to say about it. It was on Scrubs once! I do very much like it. "Have you reached the point where you must choose, between what you have and what you stand to lose?"
The Misfits - Where Eagles Dare
Ahahaha. I need more songs like this. "I ain't no goddamn sonuvabitch; you better think about it, baby!"
A Goofy Movie - Eye 2 Eye
I'm trying to feel shame at downloading the soundtrack to A Goofy Movie, but I really can't. "For the first time ever, we're seeing it eye to eyyyyyyye."
The Blow - Parentheses
SO MANY HEARTS. Happy seesaw electronic pop yay yay yay! "You're holding me."
Big Country - In A Big Country
Supergreat. "In a big country, dreams stay with you."
Ben Folds - Army (live)
Alyssa thinks I'm obsessed with this song. She's right. "WELL I THOT ABOUT THE ARMY, DAD SAID SON, UR FUCKING HIGH."
The Cardigans & Tom Jones - Burning Down the House
This song cracks me up. The sheer gusto in the way Tom Jones hip-thrusts into it... man, it's a beautiful thing. "Hold tight; we're in for nasty weather."
hindsight comment: LOLZ )

Can y'all believe that's it's already December?? What is the world coming to.
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1. Humanity is DISGUSTING.
2. People want to be hated and thought of as stupid, stupid, whorible whores made of stupid.
3. Obviously the place to throw away paper towels is not the trashcan, but the TOILET. OF COURSE. WHY HASN'T THIS BRILLIANT IDEA CAUGHT ON? But you know what's weird? The toilets full of paper towels are always broken! What a coincidence! Strange, huh????
4. No one has ever watched those commercials telling kids to save water by turning off the fucking sink if you're not using it. I hate this more than words can ever express. I twitch when I see this happen. One day I'm going to snap, reach over, turn off the faucet, and then strangle the person with my bare hands.
5. People love their hair so much that they will leave a metric fuckload of it in the sinks for other people to see and enjoy.
6. People's hands will break off and crumble into dust if they ever turn off the shower all the way. Like, that's a whole extra .00000001 second of effort!!!!!
7. "Throwing up next to the toilet is just about the same as throwing up into it, right? Okay then, everyone, hope you like the giant fucking mess I left on the floor for y'all! Love, DISGUSTING WHORE."
8. People love to read witty things like "OK, then what's the speed of dark?" and "Men are like bank accounts - without a lot of money, they don't generate a lot of interest" when they're in the bathroom. Whoever put those signs up there needs to take them. back. down. It's been two months, for god's sake.
9. On the other hand, signs that say "Please do not throw food in the bathroom or laundry room trash cans - please use the trash chute" are so below the UCLA student's intellect and thus not worthy of attention.
10. A classic lesson: nothing will disillusion you about the potential of mankind faster than opening a bathroom stall and seeing that indeed, someone has decided flushing is beyond them.

This is why I laugh(/cry) whenever someone assumes UCLA kids are above average in any significant way.


Nov. 6th, 2006 10:27 am
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Monday, November 6
High: 93°


High: 96°

Okay, now that's just wrong.
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Why do you make everything better?

My day has been so horrible until I saw that. I'm almost crying with how un-horrible and un-my day like it is!

kerpingtack: corgis on the beach where the corgis are free (panda nose (PUN))

Is the internet speek getting old? Soyez honnete, s'il vous plait, because it will never stop being funny to me. Ever.

Put your media player on shuffle and enter the first 20 songs and answer the following questions.

1. Wilco - Heavy metal drummer
2. Poe - Fingertips
3. Beck - Sexx Laws
4. Jimmy Eat World - The Authority Song (demo)
5. Wallace & Gromit - Theme
6. Akino Arai - Kirei na Kanjou
7. Klee - This is for Everyone
8. Liz Phair - Fuck And Run (Girlysounds)
9. Amelie - La valse des vieux os
10. Singin' in the Rain - Singin' in the Rain
11. Broken Social Scene - Stars And Sons
12. Sakamoto Maaya - Kodoku
13. The Beatles - Come Together
14. Super Smash Bros - Pokemon Medley
15. Ben Folds - Give Judy My Notice
16. Belle & Sebastian - Beautiful
17. Guster - Careful 
18. Manic Street Preachers - Yes
19. The Office (US) - Theme
20. Chicago - 25 or 6 to 4

Which song do you prefer, #1 (Wilco - Heavy metal drummer) or #20 (Chicago - 25 or 6 to 4)?
Wilco plz.

What album is #2 (Poe - Fingertips) from?
Her first, Hello. I haven't really listened to it so I can't say much.

What do you think about the artist who did #3 (Beck - Sexx Laws)?
Beck is hawt and cooler than most everyone. This is how people start considering Scientology.

Is #4 (Jimmy Eat World - The Authority Song (demo)) one of your favorite songs?
Not quite. The cleaned up album version holds a steady place in my hart though.

Who does #5 (Wallace and Gromit - Theme) remind you of?
C'mon! Wallace and Gromit.

Does #6 (Akino Arai - Kirei na Kanjou) have better lyrics or music?
Seeing as I don't understand Japanese, I would say music. :P

Do any of your friends like #7 (Klee - This is for Everyone)?
I know a certain piece of sushi does! 

What does #8 (Liz Phair - Fuck And Run (Girlysounds)) remind you of?
Uh... Liz Phair - Fuck and Run, Exile version. I am not much of a creative thinker.

Which song do you prefer #9 (Amelie - La valse des vieux os) or #19 (The Office (US) - Theme)?
There are such good associations attached to both of them! homg. I'm going to have to go with The Office (US). If it were a different Amelie song, who knows.

When did you first hear #10 (Singin' in the Rain - Singin' in the Rain)?
Probably when I was really young in some commercial or parody or something. Those times don't count though; I'm going to say when I watched the movie this summer. 17 years without it omg!!!!!!! 

What genre is #11 (Broken Social Scene - Stars And Sons)?
The genre of extreme hit and miss. I dunno, I'm shit with categorizing music.

What color does #12 (Sakamoto Maaya - Kodoku) remind you of?
Purple. Maybe grey. Or green. Or brown. This question is hard.

Can you play #13 (The Beatles - Come Together) on any instrument?

What is your favorite lyric from #14 (Super Smash Bros - Pokemon Medley)?
OMG if this had lyrics, I - I don't know what I'd do.

Is #15 (Ben Folds - Give Judy My Notice) a good song to dance to?
Not really. Songs for Silverman is a bland album.

Is #16 (Belle & Sebastian - Beautiful) more of a "nighttime" or "daytime" song?
It's more of a... "stay inside a library all weekend so you have no idea what time it is" song. Or sunset from inside a room, only through a window.

Is #17 (Guster - Careful) a happy or sad song?
Um. It sounds pretty happy but it's sad. Kind of sadly resigned.

Is #18 (Manic Street Preachers - Yes) better to listen to alone or with friends?
ALONE. OMG I am kind of traumatized from looking up the lyrics. And that is not an invitation for anyone to look them up unless you enjoy skating in hell's disco. ESPECIALLY if you've already heard the song. When people say that The Holy Bible is dark, fucking believe them. THEY ARE SO NOT KIDDING. o__O;;;;

kerpingtack: corgis on the beach where the corgis are free (call it freedom in an old age)

There are movies that make you sad and then there are those that just fucking RUIN YOU and this one FUCKING RUINED ME. THANKS FOR BREAKING MY SPIRIT, THE DEPARTED. DID IT TASTE ALRIGHT?? YOU KNOW, WHEN YOU ATE MY SOUL???

I hope you're proud of yourself.



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