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   It's Sunday, which means it's once again time for the weekly issue of Shit You Don't Care About stuff I feel like posting in flagrant disregard for how much you want to read it.


Song Lyrics of the Week
   Item the first, song lyrics which I find clever / amusing!

   This week I will bring you two that are both political satires.

Against Me! - From Her Lips to God's Ears - By the excellent punk band Against Me! Well because the brilliant chorus of "CONDOLEEEEEEEZA!" repeats so much, just looking at the (lyrics) doesn't properly convey how awesome the song is, so you should listen to it instead.

Corb Lund Band - Student Visas - Corb Lund is a Canadian who normally sings countryish songs, often the kind of countryish songs I actually like. So I was kind of surprised when I was perusing his songs and came across this one. It's still kind along that melancholy country vein, but it's about being U.S. "black ops."
   It's a nice song and the lyrics are well composed and tell an interesting story. I think it's definitely worth a listen. (Apologies that all I could find to link to is a live recording.)

Corb Lund Band - Student Visas (lyrics) )



   In other news, since my last music post I've discovered Pandora.com, which is much much better than last.fm. The only downside is you can't make it play a specific song on purpose so if you decide you liked a song and want to hear it again, you gotta go elsewhere to find it, but it is much much much better at finding songs you like. I had to skip past some 80% of the songs last.fm tried to recommend to me, but I find myself givings thumbs down to probably less than 5% of what Pandora tries to recommend to me and have discovered more new songs I like than I could even list here.

   I'm not sure this will display for those of you who are not me (which is hopefully at least 75% of the people who are reading this!) -- the station I created: And the Kitchen Sync. Oh ho ho I'm so witty with that name. Anyway you should heed my fascinatingly good musical taste and consider everything I seeded or thumbs-upped in there to be excellent.


Dreams
   And now let's psychoanalyze two recent dreams I've had so we can properly gauge the no-doubt dismal state of my mental health, no?

Dreams! )


Picture of the Day


Sunrise in Newport Bay,
From the deck of the Hawaiian Chieftain
(a larger crop of same)


And now I need to shave off my muttonchops for to be presentable to work in the law mines Monday morning ):

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   So Friday night I had another peculiar and memorable dream.


   The first thing I remember is laying in bed saying "I love you" to the girlfriend I don't have, who proceeded to complain that I never say that anymore. So I went outside, determined to do something suitably demonstrative.

   Apparently, despite it being 2am, I rounded up some gardener / labourer types and had them build a large stone sign professing my love for this girlfriend I don't have. Then we all hung out and drank (the labourers/gardeners and I, the girlfriend strangely doesn't reappear after the beginning)

   Presently, it was suddenly the middle of the day (as is liable to occur in dreams), and I was still hanging out with a bunch of people in front of my house. It was my parents house actually and we were apparently rather rich -- the house was huge.
   This frat boy looking guy (the type who looks like he'd preface every sentence with "bro" and assume everyone loves him) arrived with an attractive but snooty looking girl, and he promptly seemed to trip through my front door, (accidentally?) propelling the door shut behind him.
   I quickly jammed my foot in the doorway to prevent it closing all the way and followed him in. I say to him "No offense, you seem like a nice guy, but I'm not about to let anyone in my house without me. ... please go back outside." He smiled like an idiot and then wandered into the kitchen.
   In the kitchen two younger siblings I don't have were eating breakfast. He walked right through though and I followed him into another room, where we encountered the BUTLER my family apparently has in this dream (he wasn't wearing a tux or a suit like the uber posh butlers on tv do though, just a collared shirt and slacks). So I inform the butler that this guy won't leave and is not welcome, and the butler immediately transforms from infinitely agreeable to quite authoritarian and ejects the frat boy bodily.

   Then I returned to the gathering outside the front door. They were now sitting at a table having a lovely meal. The girl the frat boy arrived with was still there and she was ambivalent about his fate. My friend Mark was there and he was desperately trying to signal me to rescue him from a girl who was hitting on him that he wasn't into (as if he'd ever pass up an opportunity, seriously). And I think that's about where I woke up.

...

   And then last night I drempt I jumped in a river wearing my boots to see if I could take them off in water. Turns out I could, but not before sinking to the bottom like a rock. Then I woke up and thought about what an unsafe experiment that would be (what if you find out you can't??)


Picture of the Day


   Today I finally put up pictures for the day I went to the Montserrat monastery

   And that means that am now caught up with posting the pics I'm going to post from Spain! Took 406, posted 96. You should be able to view them all as a slide show here:

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   I've been having kinda odd dreams lately. Last night in my dream I hopped a freight train and road it to Ohio, where it was snowing. Also there was a completely different part featuring an echidna.
   The OTHER night I dremt I was lurking around in stormdrain pipes. There was also an echidna in that dream. It bit me.


Quote of the Day
   Kristy
- "Kris you are full of yourself, basically" me- "well... YOU want to be full of me? ::falls over laughing::" "Uh, you make that joke every time I say that" "Really? I thought I just made it up" -- "That band played at my school once" (I was wearing a Locale AM shirt) "really??" "yeah. I tell you every time you wear that shirt, but you never remember, so I tell you again because you get excited." Yea, its true, I have the memory of a goldfish.

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