I joined a couple of days ago and I'm digging it. Browsing by which artists people say others are like is sometimes helpful, and sometimes amusing as hell. And it goes without saying: Free or cheap music? DRM-free? I'm so there. I appreciate that they don't seem to be ripping the artists off, too.

If you're not using it and want to, hit me up with your email for an invitation so we can both get some free credit.

The debut of the band went great. Really great. People loved it, and the mikes didn't even feed back. Now, for the behind-the scenes stuff...

( cut for length--not too acrimonious, really )

Best compliment we got: the music director of another church (Countryside) came up and told us we sang really well, and seemed genuinely impressed. That was gratifying, indeed.

A discussion of "whack jobs and attention whores" on sf_drama reminded me of this dude. Cross-posted, of course. ( Long, long story under the cut )

Have you had the thought "I want to go home" accompanied by the deep sorrow that goes with that thought and then realize you already are home and there's no place else to go? What on earth can you do at that point? Nothing, I guess.

Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
I'm sending virtual hugs and smooches,
E-hug Nibbler for me, too!
(But not the kitties, please, because I will have an e-allergy attack!)

Note: I do not, never have, and hope I never will use the word "gay" to mean "stupid" or "silly" or whatever the kids use it for these days.( I go on, and on, and on under the cut )

ETA: The following (in italics) is an excerpt from the weekly events email sent out by my church—it mentions seven people and leaves out the 6 or 7 doing the "important oohs and ahs"

... the new [our church name] Band plays for the first time in worship! The band has been practicing for their role in worship this summer. They have a wonderful repetoire [sic] of contemporary music. We are so grateful to all the new musicians - [instumentalists, lead singer and one-time only ringer lead singer] and L'il BJ as the summer music director.

For those of you who've read my posts on this or talked to me about it, you realize why I both LOLd like mad and got really miffed. Way to go, BJ—you couldn't be more alienating if you did it on purpose!

Well, I guess this means I get to sleep in Sunday instead of showing up at church to sing.

I knew what I was getting into and did it anyway, both for the opportunity to make music and for the lulz. Well, this certainly is amusing. Stop, before I laugh myself sick. You're killing me.

And you can stop laughing, carpetofstars.

I saw this on snarky_haiku (Yeah, a snarky haiku comm—who knew? I don't even remember how I found it.)

Rent
Rent—drawn from real life,
problems gripping, singers great;
yet it really sucks

and all in the room
think it best musical ever
can't mock or laugh... damn.




Yes, I messed with the punctuation a little. I kept it to a minimum, but certain things bug me, okay?

We went to this play on Saturday called Villains. It's about a gang of comic-book type villians who aspire to greatness, but are pretty inept. The best line in the show was from a character who was talking about the golden age of supervillains, when the bad guys had really impressive superpowers and catchphrases. "Remember when Polioman told Franklin Roosevelt 'Mister Roosevelt, take a seat... FOREVER!!!'"

Also (I apologize to the non-Whovians for this), one of the gang is a female villain called Ladywoman. She's never given anything to do because as far as the leader is concerned, she has no particular skills, and in general girls are pretty useless. So, when her cohorts are supposed to disable security systems and things like that, she's given tasks like "sit against the wall and close your eyes." In other words, she's the tin dog.

You want 'em, I got 'em.

I like some things about Jaiku better than Twitter--you can respond to a specific Jaiku (post), for example. If this is possible on Twitter, I sure don't know how to do it.


I wonder if it will really take off, now that Google is involved.

IAC, hit me up if you want an invite.

I swore I'd never join MySpace or Facebook, because let's face it, I'm not exactly the target demographic. But I keep coming across links to both, and you can't look at anything on them unless you're a member.

So tonight, I figured, what the heck, I'd join Facebook. What the heck nobody will know I am there. So as I'm going through the process, I am waiting to be asked for a user name, but that time never comes.

WTF? An internet thingie that isn't anonymous? What's the point of that? surrealmonk (the Boy actually is using his ElJay, maybe) says just leave it, but it makes me very very nervous, let me tell you internets. My full damn name is there for all to see. Yuck. They can't make me post a picture though, the bastards.

We were talking about songs to be performed by the summer band, and a couple of Mr. Marley's tunes came up. I emailed BJ suggesting this one, partially because it's got a lovely cheerful message and will be easy to memorize, and of course, there's the fact that it is inspired by some folks who did some pretty important oohs and ahs.

You ARE the FATHER!

Spam email subject line of yesterday:
Say the magic word and the duck will come down

Again. Can't keep it out for more than a few hours at a time.


Sigh.

Well,not really, just disgusted.( Oh, FFS )

I love Kirby Ferguson.



via joe.my.god.

x-posted

Will whoever swapped psychedelics in for my supplements please give me back my real pills? I need them. Also, this hallucination I just had is messing with my head.( Click if you dare. Then it can be a mass hallucination! )

Also, may I ask why embedded video is ever set to autoplay?

Furthermore, Tony Newley. Why is there so much Tony Newley in my life lately? What have I done to deserve this?

This is the funniest blog I've seen lately. I guess since John McCain is a self-confessed computer illiterate, someone else in the family has to be the blogger. That someone is his daughter Meghan.

For some reason, all the Stumblebums™ who've reviewed it (save my darling Devilboy) have given it raves.

Oh, come on... really, folks?

I only went back a few pages, but it's pretty inane. I mean, she calls a post about a visit to L.A. "Californication," FFS.

And this is funny (thanks for pointing it out, honey):


On our way home we met a police officer whose last name was “McNutt.” It reminded me of "McLovin" in the movie, “Superbad.” It still makes me laugh!

That's it. I am calling her father "McNutt" from now on. (it fits well with
'I'm a coo-coo dum-dum! Ha ha ha!")

Also, I'm shocked that she listed "Cocaine Blues" on one of her playlists. Shocked, I tells ya!