July 20, 2006

Jellybean Boom

It's been a while. I'm not sure what to write about. So I guess I'll just write about some of the songs on my running playlist that I enjoyed this morning:

--Iko Iko by I have no clue who sings this
--American Music by the Violent Femmes
--All the Small Things by Blink 182
--The Heat Is on in Saigon from Miss Saigon
--It's the End of the World as We Know It by REM
--Mickey by Toni Basil

And "I can't even see if this is really me, and I just want to be aliiiiiiiiiiiiiiive" from the Buffy musical.

Some of these songs I haven't listened to for years, but I was organizing my disheveled CD bookcase recently and decided to pop in all of my unlabeled old mix CDs from like 2000, scroll through the unnamed songs, and upload to Shiny all of the ones I thought would be good for running.

Running is still pretty tough for me, but I am sticking with it so far. I produce all sorts of demented thoughts on the treadmill in the effort to keep myself from stepping off, walking out the door, and driving to get a giant Coke Icee and a special edition white chocolate Twix at the nearest gas station. Today, I imagined Kim in her pretty white dress singing about how she has a heart like the sea and I thought, "Goddamn, if Kim and her million dreams can resort to prostituting herself on the streets of Saigon, I can finish this here workout!" And I did, like I always do even when I'm firmly convinced I won't, and I have to think that it's doing me some good.

Last night I watched the first 45 minutes or so of the Battlestar Galactica miniseries. When you can realize that greatness is unfolding not even an hour into a new show, it's pretty exciting. The cast seems solid, the premise is intriguing, and it's got heartache and comedy and sex and war and outer space and that's pretty much a perfect show right there. It does make me automatically feel very loving towards Firefly and Serenity just sort of by vague association. I'm like, who is that dude fixing the planes? Where is Kaylee? But it's going to be fun to immerse myself in this universe, I can already tell.

Oh, another song I listened to while running today was this, a live version in which he doesn't just sing the name of the state at the end of the first line, he screams it, and the crowd erupts in shouts and applause and I don't even care that a Garth Brooks song makes me so happy so just leave me alone. It feels good right now to hear someone holler out that word and have people react joyfully and ecstatically instead of piteously or while being filled with hopelessness and woe.

Other than that, I got nothin'. I wear my new hiking boots to work every single day in the endeavor to break them in before our backpacking trip, and people are starting to look at me a little funny. I can't wait to be back in the mountains. I'm rereading God-Shaped Hole. Several loved ones are embarking on different but simultaneous network marketing projects which makes me feel both alarmed and nauseated. I want to be supportive, but at the same time I want to say, "Are you INSANE?" Daisy kills at least one lizard per day, the cats are lazy gluttons but are still perfect, and Zuko just wants to be let inside when it rains, is that too much to ask?

About this time in ...

2005:

7/19:

The yard guys did a decent job except for one side where they apparently went berserk or were struck blind or unconscious while mowing, because it was cut in a completely spastic zig zag.

2004:

7/20:

So I have nothing intelligent to say about the movie, other than Naked. Pretty. Paris! Sister and brother. Bathtub. Hymen! Tommy Gnosis.

7/18:

Because between them, they have got one giant motherfucking set of pipes, and they are giving me goosebumps.

7/15:

Joan is the main character, but it has done such a great job of developing the parents, the brothers, the friends, and even the guest characters and the different Gods that it's really remarkable.

7/12:

Everyone loved my cheese ball even though they blanched somewhat mid-chew when I told them the ingredients were powdered sugar, chocolate chips, cream cheese, brown sugar, vanilla, pecans, and a stick of butter.

2003:

7/15:

My mom and I went to a retreat on Saturday. We picked our names for the day out of a basket. Hers was "Groovy." Mine was "Arabesque." Never were two less fitting names assigned.


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