Archive for June, 2009
Here’s a meetup invitation I got:
Do you want to CONTRADANCE to TECHNO and Contemporary Music!?!?!
The First Ever Techno/HipHop Contra will be held on Aug 21st.
Featuring MARRS, ATB, Timbaland, Daft Punk, Oakenfield, and more!
What is a Techno Contra? Its a Contradance to Techno and Hiphop music. Bridge the generations by dancing your favorite dances to your favorite music. We’ll have Slow and Sexy, and Fast and Hot, with a 45 minute Medley to finish the night. Swing tunes and jams will be played during a mid evening break. Change partners, meet new friends and bring old ones!
Cya on the dance floor!
OMG. Where to begin? Somehow I can’t picture any contra dancing being “slow and sexy” or “fast and hot”… Whoa. I almost want to go because… I don’t know, just because it looks so horrendous!
People can’t shut up about how he’s dead.
Yeah, it’s tragic, he was a father of 3 (probably soon to be if not already messed up) kids, brother of 7, son, uncle, most likely nephew, cousin, grandson etc. of many. He was only 50; not too old in today’s world.
How does this affect my life? Truthfully, not that much. I always thought he was kind of a freak. I was the only person I knew who never owned Thriller, though I liked a couple of the songs on it. Every kid in my 5th grade class loved him to pieces, except Tracy Dorn who didn’t see the big deal (“I like PRINCE” she said, and I couldn’t have agreed more) and Shari Fallon (?) who brought in Def Leppard’s Pyromania album and cradled it like a baby.
I had Michael Jackson’s Greatest Hits from before Thriller came out as well as Off the Wall; I inherited them from Moth’s friend Nancy who got a CD player and gave all her tapes away. I listened to them a few times, reveled in the fact that as a singer, MJ was a genius even when he was singing cheesy shit like “Rockin’ Robin” when he was like 5 or something. He had a gorgeous voice! He had good musical style! He was good looking! Aside from that, though, I thought he was a little over the top, a little meglomaniacal, and kinda sketchy. After Thriller he was just puzzling and a little more creepy. I mean, what was up with that performance for some awards show where he was wearing a wrist brace and smashed up a car with a sledgehammer?
So yeah. I love the Jackson 5. I like “Ben.” I will not, however, engage in the tributes and gushing and stuff because that would be just hypocritical. Towards the end he didn’t even look like a human anymore; he looked kind of like what Joan Rivers would look like dressed up as the Joker. I saw that documentary that British journalist made about him, the one that was supposed to put him in a good light… he just seemed super creepy and I felt bad for his kids, whose hair he dyed blond and had to wear masks in public.
And Farrah Fawcett. I barely even knew who she was! I think I probably knew her best from some tv commercial; I’m not sure I ever saw a single episode of Charlie’s Angels… Oh wait, she was in Logan’s Run. I did really dig that movie, though truthfully I had no idea that was her until I just looked her up on IMDb.
In the world of entertainment, I’m pretty lame. I guess I don’t get worked up over celebrities… except Stuart Adamson. I think he was the only famous person I ever shed a tear for. Joe Strummer made me sad, but not enough to cry I don’t think.
Let’s hope MJ doesn’t come back as a zombie. Although… he made a scary zombie, I think he was more terrifying looking in real life!
It’s weird– I’m getting even more fixated on things lately than usual. Also, I can’t sleep and am not hungry. I don’t get it. Anyway, my latest (re-)obsession is Battlestar Galactica. I stopped obsessively watching it for a month or so, but I’m back! Unfortunately, there’s something weird going on with my computer, so I can’t watch it there. I was watching Season 3 DVDs at Jack & Laura’s, but I finished them all and am now onto season 4… which isn’t on DVD yet. Thus I’ve been streaming the episodes on a crappy Chinese site. The funny thing is the descriptions (at least I think this is a synopsis):
Apparently “Cylons” don’t translate into Chinese!
I’m kind of bummed– the dollhouse trailer that I’ve been working on isn’t the right scale. It’s too short. If I want it to be realistic, I’m going to have to make it at least 40 inches long, which is gigantic for a dollhouse (and I have no room in my house for it!). I made some walls last night and even wallpapered one with some cheesy 70s wallpaper I printed out. I made crappy-looking wood panelling for one wall as well. Now… do I make it with a tiny living room/kitchen + a microscopic kids’ room and a fairly small master bedroom all squeezed into 1/2 the size it should be, or should I just bite the bullet and make it long enough? Also, it’s the wrong shape– it’s perfect for an airstream trailer, but not a mobile home trailer! Should I just make an airstream and then work on the big trailer later? (I still haven’t decided what to make the satellite dish out of). So many stupid decisions about trivial things!
Neville has this mobile hanging above his crib that acts like an acid trip for him. he gets all excited and gets completely entranced by it… here’s some footage, but you can’t really capture the essence of his excitement on a camera phone!
Talking about the dollhouse, that is! I am particularly proud of the refrigerator I made:
Lest you think I’m losing my edge, The pink slip is a Disciplinary Notice saying that “Frank uses the F word frequently” and the grocery list has crack on it. Also, Frank’s failing art, gym and spelling on his report card.
I haven’t been sleeping much nor have I been eating; i’m way too wrapped up in this dollhouse stuff. Seriously. I forgot to eat on Friday and Sunday, and the only reason I ate anything on Saturday was because I went to Laura’s house and she grilled sausages. I’ve been staying up until 2 or 3 a.m… I don’t know what’s wrong with me! Obsessive, I guess. It could also be because the weather’s been crappy and I haven’t been able to ride my bike and thus feel like a giant slug.
Also, I’ve been getting these awful reactionary email forwards for some time; I just assumed that someone signed me up for some mailing list to be funny or out of spite or something. However, I think it may just be a wrong address. Before I’ve gotten a bunch of emails that were intended for someone named Dot Dosch, and some for a Dot Dasher. I have no idea what these are about, but the person sent me a bunch of Craig’s List listings for pink baby furniture. Craig’s List in Springfield, IL, that is. When I wrote back to say that I wasn’t actually having a baby and that my name is Norah (in case she thought it was going to a Dot), this is what I got back:
I thought maybe your baby Nora would like a crib set that was cheap. You are a freak Nora.
WTF? All the other things I’ve gotten are about how Obama wants everyone on earth to run out and get an abortion and worship satan and punch their grandmothers on the way out and things of that ilk. Sometimes they are in the guise of “jokes”. I don’t get it. Oh well, whatever.
…at least not today! I’m maturing or something. or perhaps burning out… Today I chose to go home and sleep rather than go out drinking with homeys from 4 Seasons! Why is this? I think I’m just getting old. Also, my stomach has been acting like a little bitch for the past 2 weeks– I’m not sure what’s up with that; it doesn’t matter what I eat or drink, I always just feel queasy. Also, I’m not on my meds (one of them anyway), and it doesn’t look like getting some anytime soon will be easy thanks to all the red tape in the insurance industry. I think I’ll have to just fork over the $200 or whatever it will cost to get more so I don’t go crazy again! Plus, going off meds cold turkey screws up my digestive system even more as well as makes me nuts.
Everything’s an ordeal. I should just go off meds for good and be miserable and crazy. Maybe I’ll kill myself. Whatever, at least I won’t have to go through this roller coaster of bureaucracy every couple of months! Are there any Canadians out there who want to get married? I cook a mean rhubarb pie!
Key lime pie!
This is making my dollhouse craze drool as well as my fake food obsession!
There’s also a toaster (I’ve been looking for a good toaster):
Today I made a beaded curtain for the den (there aren’t any doors in the house, and it’s too small to have them open properly), a sink/stove for the kitchen, a kitchen table and a coffee table, and tiled 1/2 the bathroom. I need to get another bag of tiles because there weren’t enough! The bathroom is actually the upstairs hall, but whatever. It’s a shame to waste this whole room just because the stairs come up into it! So if you’re peeing people will walk past you to get to the den or bedroom. Sucks to be you! There aren’t any stairs going up to the attic (where most of the bedrooms are) so you’ll have to levitate up there anyway… why not just levitate to the second floor to begin with?
OMG little matzohs!!!!
OH yeah, I also made a dish strainer with some dishes, but it’s not very good– I made it out of red insulated wire, so it could look cool… I just need to re-do it.
Maybe I just need a cat licking its butt:
OR… A DOUCHE BAG!!!!!
OK, I have to stop this now. I did order bottles of Jack Daniel’s and Jameson the other day… I figure what’s a band practice space without booze, right? I have a dedication to making as musch stuff for this house as possible, though… the booze was way too cute to pass up though!