Wednesday, March 10, 2010

second-hand meetings

On my phone, short post...

I got a lost ipod from the school security sale. Cheap, small, and had music on it.
I wish I had met this person, and even though they had a lot of teeny bopper top 40 on there, when I looked for some of my favourite bands, they were in there, and lots of songs by them. The Smiths, dm, pixies...
Even had The Postal Service.
The story with TPS and I is that I discovered them shortly before or after Zet and I fell through...I managed to (through potential ocd behaviour) tie a bulk of my sadness to their song "Nothing Better". It's ... Quite strange, given the lyrics, that that song entered my life when it did.
I tied a lot of the leftover (although nowhere near all) sadness to... "Baby Love Child" (?) By... I think it was Pizzicato Five.

Time to rest. Here's the lyrics from "Nothing Better", coupled with a slow, sad but somewhat uppity synth line, created a vessel for that stuff.
I willed myself to listen to it for the first time in 3 or so years... 20 seconds in, I was crying. *sigh*


"Nothing Better"
Will someone please call a surgeon
Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart
That your're deserting for better company?
I can't accept that it's over...
I will block the door like a goalie tending the net
In the third quarter of a tied-game rivalry

So just say how to make it right
And i swear i'll do my best to comply

Tell me am i right to think that there could be nothing better
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together

I feel must interject here you're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself
With these revisions and gaps in history
So let me help you remember.
I've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear.
I've prepared a lecture on why i have to leave

So please back away and let me go
I can't my darling i love you so...

Tell me am i right to think that there could be nothing better
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together
Don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future
Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures

I admit that i have made mistakes and i swear
I'll never wrong you again
You've got a lure i can't deny,
But you've had your chance so say goodbye
Say goodbye

Friday, January 29, 2010

The man, the legend, the cat

For anyone wondering where my sidekick, Geoffrey (the 21 lb cat) got his name...


Friday, January 22, 2010

Meh

Well, it's back... one step closer to restoring archives, which might be interesting to me in the future sometime. Blah. Maybe I'll start blogging again. Just my random crap that nobody reads or cares about for the most part, but hey, it's decent practice for papers and whatnot ... I guess.

Think I'm going to disable image galleries until I figure out what to do about that. That was the vulnerability. Now that you know, hack away. Ugh.

Hm

While I agree with the anti-Chinese censorship message which popped up after visiting my (hacked) site, it's still a little annoying.

Let's see if I can get things back to "normal" ... ugh.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

More random song lyrics - Frank Sinatra by Miss Kittin and the Hacker

Every night with my star friends
We eat caviar and drink champagne
Sniffing in the VIP area
We talk about Frank Sinatra..
"You know Frank Sinatra?"
He's dead!
Dead.
HAHAHAHAHA!

To be famous is so nice
Suck my dick
Kiss my ass
In limousines we have sex
Every night with my famous friends
Nice...

Suck my dick
Kiss my ass
so nice . . .
VIP area. . .
Frank... Frank Sinatra

Motherfuckers are so nice
Suck my dick
Lick my ass
In the mix we have sex....
Every night with my favorite friends..

Frank.. Frank.. Frank Sinatra

Every night with my star friends
Shake your body like the dance
Stupid smiles and autographs
This is a song for France
Every night with my star friends
In Limousines we have sex.


Miss_Kittin_%26_The_Hacker_-_14_-_Frank_sinatra_2001.mp3

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Dethsupport Lyrics - Dethklok

Pull the plug (x8)

I drove my truck into a moving van
It was all filed up with jet fuel and
I crashed right in and explosion
Smash through the window and ripped off my
Hands

Medical team drove up and found me
Bleeding in pieces picked up off the street
Drove me into a filthy hospital
Horror experiences financially

Woke up in pain in a gown in bed
Internal hemorrhaging inside my head
I really think that I should be dead
I saw the bill and then I cry, bled

To keep me alive it was costing me
National deficit times three
There is no way to avoid this fee
Please pull the plug and kill me

It's costing too much

Pull the plug

It's costing too much

Pull the plug (x16)

Aneurism
Botulism
Epilepsy
Narcolepsy
Pull the plug

Nearsighted
Breathe lighting
Cataracts
Heart attacks
Pull the plug

Hepatitis
Bronchitis
Appendicitis
Arthritis
Pull the plug

Encephalitis
Adenitus
Mastoiditus
Capsulitus

Pull the plug now (x4)

Pay you my life instead of life support
Harvest my plasma because it's worth more
Take all my blood and my organs
Sell them to buyers over in third worlds

Burn my cadaver for some energy
Charge the patients in their misery
Such a strong quarter for the industry
Pharmaceutical fucking victory

Can't pay this price
Pull the plug
Pay with my life
Pull the plug
Say my farewell
Pull the plug
See you in Hell
I'll fucking pull the plug

Friday, September 25, 2009

Ergh

Insomnia. Or something like it. 3 hours of sleep. Hoping for more.