Seven Years

Also is a good David Bowie song. (I think it's a David Bowie song, I think it's a ... song ... )

However, today marks the seventh anniversary of the passing of the world's greatest bassist. R.I.P. John Entwistle.

~musicalsparks

To Be a Bicycle Seat

I wrote a poem yesterday while I was in Freiburg, sitting at a bar and watching students go by. I think it's a pretty funny poem.

To be a bicycle seat.
That sure would be neat.
To stay warm between your thighs
As you exercise.

Sweat that trickles makes me groan.
Proof that you love what you own.
Sadly your work during the day
Will with nights rain be washed away

Never sit up and give me air.
I'd rather that you just sat there
As I'm slowly smothered to death,
Taking you in with my last breath.

TV Shows That Should Be Banned

This is only the beginning...

1. Desperate Housewives
2. Grey's Anatomy
3. Army Wives
4. Sex and the City (or is it Sex in the City?)
5. And any other show that's angsty, and about people who irritate me.

Recently, some more shows that are actually pretty good...

1. Wipeout. So hilarious, seriously. I mean it's beyond funny.
2. Deadliest Catch. I think I covered this.
3. Untold Stories of the ER, and all the other shows that are like that. I watched that for a half a day not too long ago.
4. Snapped, Serial... , and other shows that are like that. I watched those for the other half of that day not too long ago.
5. Judge Judy, The Steve Wilkos Show. I think I've already hailed Judge Judy, however! Steve Wilkos is the total, supreme version of awesomeness. If everyone had a dad like Steve Wilkos, the entire country would be so much better off. He loves his family fiercely and at the same time, he's not an ass. All hail Steve Wilkos.
6. The Guardian. I love Simon Baker now, he's a badass on that show. *pause* Yup, he's definitely a badass, and he's cute.

~musicalsparks

A record

I've had "Wanted: Dead or Alive" stuck in my head for a good, solid week now. Yeah.

~musicalsparks

My dog eats worms

Yeah. She goes out onto the patio in the afternoon and finds all the worms that have died during the night and dried up on the patio. Then she literally scampers around, scarfing them up. If you point one out to her with your foot, she makes a beeline for you and snarfles that up too. It's pretty hysterical to watch. She's the biggest pest ever but she's really funny. Actually when she was doing it today, she snarfled one up too quickly, choked and coughed a piece of a worm up.

I really have a twisted sense of humor. Heh....


~musicalsparks

I ...

really need to stop eating these chocolate rocks that I have as leftover graduation party favors. I am baffled that I don't weigh more than I do. Actually when I was in the doctor's office back in February, they said that over the past year I had somehow managed to lose 12 pounds. This of course threw my mother into a panic when I told her (bad bad move) because she thought I was sick, even though my doctor, who's the best in his field, told me it was just stress.

It's by no fault of mine, no conscious fault, that I've lost weight. I'm not trying to actively lose weight. Knowing me, I probably actually weigh 12 pounds more and the extra weight is just sitting somewhere in my room. As in I literally lost some weight. Heh.

And I just consulted a weight/height chart and a BMI chart and they're all saying I'm an ideal weight. So I'm set, to rule the world.

~musicalsparks

Oink

Seriously, I don't want to hear about the swine flu anymore. It's apparently a pandemic now, which is ridiculous. It's the flu. I know people have died from it, but that's just the cosmos saying stay the hell out of Mexico. Do. Not. Go. To. Mexico. Who wants to go there anyhow? I mean I guess there's Cancun and everything, but there are other islands that are less parasite ridden. Wonder why it's called swine flu anyhow. I'm sure a simple search on the internet would give me this answer but eh.

Deadliest Catch is an amazing show. I think that instead of sending bratty kids to jail to scare them, they should go on one of the fishing boats on that show. They should go on the Northwestern, becuase not only is Sig awesome, but he's also a taskmaster. I mean, the bratty kids get scared for maybe a few hours in jail. On the Northwestern, Sig would have them fishing in scary as hell weather, with huge killer icy waves coming up, as it snows and there are high winds, in the middle of the Bering Sea. For 48 hours. All the while there are lots of angry men screaming at you constantly, not to hurt the huge crabs that are pinching you. Woe to the person who kills one of those crabs. And also, Sig is Norwegian and there's a tradition, where, for good luck, someone has to bite the head off of some fish, and eat the innards. And fishermen are the most superstitious lot, so the bratty kids would be forced to do that too. I wouldn't stand in the way of these half-crazed men and their very hard-earned money. And they do this for weeks on end. That would humble the little brats. "Oh I hate my mommy cos she cares for me. Mommy lets me do anything I want, and I don't care if I hurt her feelings." On Sig's ship they'd beg for mommy, every day. And then the crew would grind said brat down. It would be amazing, and prove that there is at least a little bit of justice in this world for me, that I can sit down and watch some obnoxious brat break down and sob. Heh.


Edit: check it out http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7vLPQUAZIdk
Who's laughing now, brats?
~musicalsparks

Last Night...

I forgot about this till now. It's been a really strange day for me. Anyhow.

I had the weirdest dream last night. I was at some baseball game, that was inside, and the diamond was really small, and very closely surrounded by people on all sides, and the stadium was just beyond them, so it was very enclosed. Except the baseball diamond itself was pretty clear. Then, someone was handing me the bat, and telling me I had to go up and take a crack at it. Of course, I know close to zero about baseball, except you have to hit the ball and run around. And you must never hit the ball so that it goes straight up or to the side or something. I guess I do know a bit. So I was nervous, and everyone started cheering madly when I got up there, like I was some huge star. And I remember feeling exhilarated. And I think I swumg and made a home run but I never remember running cos I think you weren't supposed to in my dream. Weird...

~musicalsparks

Never

In lieu of the AirFrance tragedy, I have decided, probably rather irrationally, that I'm never going overseas. No way. That is my worst fear realized.

I shudder at the thought of flying over an entire ocean (which I've learned all about in my Geology classes) in an airplane. My worst fear is actually not crashing and dying in the crash. I'd rather die in the crash, if, God forbid, that happened.

MY worst fears are actually two: one, actually being trapped, alive, in the airplane as it sinks to the bottom of a vast ocean, and eventually drowning. At the bottom of the ocean. My other fear is surviving and dying via sharks. There's no way in hell. There's nobody I want to see that bad that I'd cross oceans for. And there's not a snowball's chance that you could get me on a ship to cross the ocean. If a ship sinks, there's more of a chance for me to survive it and die a nasty death e.g. sharkbait, dehydration/starvation, drowning, before anyone found me. I'd panic at the thought of being alone, out in the middle of nowhere, on a fucking ocean.

I understand being lost on the land -- at least you can walk about and not get eaten by sharks. And generally people can search for you easier than they can search for you on the ocean. I mean, there's a hell of a lot of water on this earth, most of it in the ocean. 75% of the earth is ocean. And you can get stuff to survive on land. Seriously, I'd panic immensely and probably die of a heart attack if I got stranded on the ocean. And that's assuming I wasn't thinking about how fucking deep it is. I'm sitting on top of a few miles of water. Fuck no.

I was actually considering flying overseas at some point with my future husband. Now, there's no fucking way I'm crossing an ocean. Maybe I'd fly to some of those islands below Florida like the Bahamas or maybe to Greenland. But no way will I traverse an ocean. No fucking way.

~musicalsparks