Sometimes I feel homesick for the Me that lived like this; sometimes, I want to tell her she’s the home she’s looking for – not that she would have listened. Being Me was very fucking loud.
Category Archives: Make A Joyful Noise
Not ‘Til the Day He
If I could wear this it would be the shiniest gown of my career in shiny.
A Nuttier Establishment You’ve Never Seen
Last night, Pete and I took a bus into Manhattan and took in a show. I laughed so hard tears formed little crusts on both sides of my face. Tickets may still be available.
Getting Better All the Time
On Your Nose And Eyelashes
Love this!
Two things:
1. Hi, Madonna. You’re looking a little …blue;
2. Why do I know this song and this voice?
It’s Such A Shame
Sometimes, I hear a decent song and look up the video. Most videos, like this one, are clever and a bit of fun.
On the other hand, what the motherfucking fuck is this?
Oh. My. God. Really?
Like the Sun’s Coming Out
Tata: Sean, I’m listening to Atlrok and one of the songs is driving me nuts.
Sean: Which one?
Tata: I don’t know. It doesn’t have any words.
Sean: What’s it sound like?
Tata: I don’t know. I’m working at my desk and suddenly I’m dancing and bagpipers are taking flight.
Sean: What?
Tata: I swear they’re flying around in formation. Duck!
Turns out I was eerily close.
Also in black and white: monsoons have flooded remote provinces of Pakistan, killing over 1000 people and displacing millions. You can help.
The Air That I Breathe And
Though I’ve been in a foul mood, this song’s on my mind. Hint from the old subconscious?
Spellbound, Falling In Trances
I don’t know about you, but –
– I’m always surprised when singing doesn’t break out.
And Give Young Sally Some Room
Via every-freaking-body on the intertoobz, but in this case from Crooks & Liars:
Nicole Belle:
Rep. Tom Price (R-GA), one of the GOP’s minions, continues the Joe Wilsonification of Congress to prevent discussion over Stupak’s amendment, one that may actually lead to effectively a ban on abortion for low income women:
“The real goal of abortion opponents isn’t to maintain the status quo. It’s to extend federal prohibitions into private pocketbooks. By restricting coverage offered through the exchange, they hope to make abortion coverage so unattractive that insurers eventually stop offering it in the market for individual and small-group policies.”
And they don’t even want us to discuss it. Those white men of the GOP don’t want women to insert their remarks into the record.
Kind of makes you long for the day genuine leftists barged into Rotary Club meetings squawking “Property is theft!” and “Are you done with that cheese platter?” It is important to remember that each one of these censorious, shouting motherfuckers would run crying to Fox News if anyone did this to them. Almost no one does, except their own cohorts. Ask Lindsey Graham.
I was inches from losing my mind watching this vomitrociousness when a great, great thing happened:
the Bedlam Rovers’ 1990 CD Frothing Green landed in my mailbox. I went from hopping mad to jumping for joy in seconds flat. The band stayed at my house when they passed through New Jersey a zillion years ago and I was hopelessly, droolingly starstruck every time. It’s a little embarrassing to remember, but when the CD played tonight, none of that mattered. I love these songs. They’ve aged beautifully; their politics are more relevant now than ever before. It’s even good to recognize that I learned a lot from meeting the band. For instance: genuine socialist health care would be good for everyone and everything, except the careers of corporate water carriers, who no longer even suffer the pretense of democratic process.
It’s not easy to dance when I’m this testy.
Poor Impulse Control 