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[Sep. 28th, 2009|01:05 am] |
Jen and I are going through a seperation. I am moving out and will be moving to Woodwind Terrace Apartments in Bloomington on Thursday night, my apartment number forthcoming. From now on, if you need to phone me, use my cell number.
-Crow |
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[May. 4th, 2009|04:45 pm] |
I think I may have found one of the awesomest shows ever. I'm sure many of you know it, the show "A Bit of Fry and Laurie", starring two Black Adder alums and one House alum. It's hilarious, in the tradition of fine, wordy, non-sensey british humour. They even have a segment at the end where they make a horrible sounding mixed drink to lounge music and what can only be charitably described as a full body aneursim to music. My favorite so far has been the "A Long, Slow Snog With a Distant Relative" drink. </end squee>
-Crow |
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[Apr. 30th, 2009|10:39 am] |
*sigh* The comedienne Maria Bamford is coming to Bloomington at the beginning of May and I has no money. This makes me a sad-panda, er, crow. Crow-panda. Cranda, pandow, hmmm. Maria is a crazy-ass, neurotic comidenne (redundant, I know) who's HBO special engendered in me a mini star-crush. *wistful sigh* There's nothing quite like a blonde who talks in a crazy voice while talking about cults. Since I can't sit at a grimy table while sipping over-priced drinks and laud her from nearly afar, I must content myself with this youtube clip. And, y'know, subject the rest of you to it as well. Heh.
( Maria Bamford )
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[Apr. 30th, 2009|09:08 am] |
I am the eye of the hurricane. |
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[Apr. 28th, 2009|07:12 am] |
So, I've been taking a history class this semester on Postwar America and the counter culture. One of the folks we've been looking into is Bob Dylan and for the class we read a large section of his autobiography Chronicles. In reading I grew to like Dylan and almost felt a certain kinship to the old weirdo. We also read some descriptions of Dylan and the times from Joan Baez's autobiography. I really empathize with Dylan's weirdass, non-chonological, rambly way of writing and thinking. I kinda get when people say that Dylan was hyper creative, very personable yet supremely distant. To (mis)use the speak of the time, I dig the crazy ass cat. To that end, I felt I'd add visual proof to my paltry discourse as to the similarities twixt me and Mr. Zimmerman.
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[Apr. 28th, 2009|06:55 am] |
Buggrit Millennium Hand and Shrimp!
BUGGRIT MILLENNIUM HAND AND SHRIMP!
BUGGRIT MILLENNIUM HAND AND SHRIMP!!!!!!!!!!
Ahahahahahhahaahhahahha.
*Note from the Official Corvid Center for Improbable Mental Health: When under a great deal of stress, don't forget to wacka shmerdy fo bliggity bogga bogga do. It worked for Aruthur Bea Clark and her robots, it can work for you!* |
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[Apr. 23rd, 2009|08:49 am] |
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</whine>
I am in a shit mood today. I recognize that. Work and school and wedding are all piling up to make me irrationally crabby. It'll pass. Until then, though, I thought I'd do something entirely unproductive and share some of my bad-mood witticisms, self-made, found, or otherwise.
The silver lining on the cloud is usually just lightning ready to strike.
Cynics are just insightful idealists.
Standing at the ass-crack o' doom, if you turn the other cheek, you're most likely going to get farted on.
Sometimes there's a light at the end of the tunnel. Sometimes that's just God's muzzle flash.
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[Apr. 22nd, 2009|10:33 am] |
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Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. |
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[Apr. 17th, 2009|06:24 am] |
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You are The Hermit
Prudence, Caution, Deliberation.
The Hermit points to all things hidden, such as knowledge and inspiration,hidden enemies. The illumination is from within, and retirement from participation in current events.
The Hermit is a card of introspection, analysis and, well, virginity. You do not desire to socialize; the card indicates, instead, a desire for peace and solitude. You prefer to take the time to think, organize, ruminate, take stock. There may be feelings of frustration and discontent but these feelings eventually lead to enlightenment, illumination, clarity.
The Hermit represents a wise, inspirational person, friend, teacher, therapist. This a person who can shine a light on things that were previously mysterious and confusing.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out. |
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[Apr. 15th, 2009|10:12 pm] |
I haven't heard this song in a dog's age. I love this song to death and grooved to it when I was but a wee lad in highschool. Sexy, weird, nerdy, disaffected, it's made of awesome.( Folk Implosion - Natural One )
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[Apr. 14th, 2009|09:00 am] |
It's been a long time since I've listened to a bunch of music I really like. When I'm at home I usually just don't think about it or need complete focus to do homework. Since I've stopped delivering I don't really listen to the radio on a regular basis (not that we got the X station down here). When I'm at work, usually the manager on duty sets the station, and so this semester I've gotten Pandora's versions of Metal, Madonna, Avril Lavigne, weird alternative jazz stuff, etc. None of which are terrible (cept maybe Miss Lavigne) but certainly aren't *my* music. Moon loves 80's music and is always listening to her stations belting out her faves. I've forgotten that I have that option too, and was reminded by my co-workers turning our computer (hooked up to the JJ's sound system, such as it is) to AOL's Alternative 90's station. Man I love working with middle class white guys who were in highschool in the mid-late 90's *grin*. I heard all these songs that I took for granted and rocked out to in highschool when I discovered modern music (five years behind the scene, of course, but that's the way I roll). Before then I was a Classic Rock kid, jamming on the Who, the Beatles, the Kinks, Black Sabbath, Led Zepplin, the Fabulous Thunderbirds, CCR, Allman Brothers, Joni Mitchell, Frank Zappa, NRBQ, etc. Around 95, 96, my freshman year, my mom and brother introduced me to the flourishing X stations of the day and a whole new world of distorted, electric rock was opened to me. I couldn't tell Nirvana from Pearl Jam, but I liked them all. Yesterday I got taken again by all those fantastic voices. The muddy earnestness of Pearl Jam, the screeching neurosis of Nirvana, the pretty-boy scratchy moan of Bush, the acerbic croon of Beck, the needful, neurotic whine of Counting Crows, the bubblegum-sweet snap of No Doubt, the drug curved sex-appeal of STP, the scratchy, powerful, atmospheric howl of Soundgarden, the bubbly bounce of the one-hit alterni-popish wonders, the slurred gnarls of the grungy/alternative one hit wonders. I never knew their names, I only have a handful of their albums and I never went to their concerts, but I love me my alternative 90's. Here's one of my favorites. So raw, so powerful, like a thunderbird coming down on the plains. Soundgarden - Break my Rusty Cage and Run( Soundgarden -Break my Rusty Cage )
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[Apr. 9th, 2009|12:39 pm] |
1) This song is awesome. The guitar intro is sweet and all it needs is to be a little heavier. What can't be solved with distortion? *grin*
2) I'm a huge nerd and this song is for an NPC I got to play in one of Jason's Exalted games. For those of you who know Exalted, it's a Old World of Darkness game with the Exalts waking up after their world collapsed into the World of Darkness. It's ridiculous. My little guy was a Wood Dragon-Blooded cajun scientist/geneticist. However, he's more like a gonzo scientist, and so incorporates magic, hallucinogens, personal chemical alteration, meditation and overall craziness to achieve his insights. Think of a benificent Dr. Moreau combined with Hunter S. Thompson combined with the crazy guy from Fringe combined with a saint. Oh, and he worships the Dragons from Exalted as loa, not that I have any idea what that actually entails, but it's just such a neat idea. Anywho, The Who - I'm Free.
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[Apr. 2nd, 2009|09:02 am] |
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...
My first two classes are canceled, so I got to sleep in today. I don't have to be in until noon... I do so love it when I can mosey.
-Crow |
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[Mar. 26th, 2009|04:49 pm] |
From the movie Songcatcher. You only need to watch the first 2 or three minutes. I've been looking high and low for this specific scene. It's different than the O, Brother Where Art Thou version, and the version off the Songcatcher soundtrack is a prettied up version. Doesn't have the punch. I've been thinking about it since I've been reading Bob Dylan's autobiography and his wonderfully rambling descriptions of folk artists and folk performers. It's a wonderful song.
( Lyrics )
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[Mar. 16th, 2009|02:22 pm] |
Dicking around on youtube and came across this ode by Richard Thompson. Best song evar.
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