freaks my freak out all over again

hey mr. spears. that one pirate called, he wants his face back.



arrivederci, rebecca marie

p.s. on an unrelated note... i was on the yakketybox with janni laine just now, telling her that i think there should be "i heart raj" shirts, so she went ahead and designed one real quick.

jazztacular

sometimes it pays to speak loudly. I SAID SOMETIMES IT PAYS TO SPEAK LOUDLY. the reason i say this is because apparently the other day i said something that someone else overheard, and it paid off. it most surely did.

i got a cd in the mail that is comprised of awesome! so thank you, mix-master j. thank you very much. i listened last night and did two things while listening, 1) smiled a real whole lot & 2) realized that i have misclassified quite a bit of jazz as big band. maybe they are the same and i just don't like the word jazz? i dunno. what i do know is that i really like this disc. a real whole lot.

the moral of this story is... if you have cool friends with awesome taste in music, bash certain types within earshot of them. they just might feel duty bound to prove you wrong. that, and when people email you and ask for your address, you should not hesitate to give it to them. sure, it could be a crazy stalker killer, but it also could be someone with good cd burning skills.

commence envy.



arrivederci, rebecca marie

secret's out, johnson & johnson!

the gig is up! no longer will we be forced to use four or five plasters a day. you thought you could trick us forever into unnecessary waste? well you thought wrong.





arrivederci, rebecca marie

p.s. it was the onlooker reaction that really got me.

welcome to the angry political post

here is the deal ee oh. i watch american idol about five times a season. those five times occur when the first round of tryouts are being broadcast. those shows, or episodes, or whatever, are sheer entertainment. i may even watch "look how bad i dance" or whatever it's called, for the same reason.

i did however tune in this last tuesday cause some friends were over (her and her). it was just okay, the viewing experiece. i don't like that girl. i'm sure most of you know her name. i think it's catherine. or katherine. mcphee. i'm actually pretty sure that is her name. anyway. i mean, she is fine, she is just not dynamic for any reason. i do enjoy me some taylor hicks. i happened to watch the night that he auditioned, and i remember reeaalllly digging his style.

so anyway... flash forward to tuesday, and i totally didn't hate watching the second to last night, because i do plan on owning me some tayor hicks music, i just didn't need to see american idol along the way.

now i come to the whole point of this post. i watched the last ten minutes of american idol last night, just to watch taylor win (i'd already checked the spoilers, i just wanted to watch him win). small gift to me, i saw prince perform, but that is a whole 'nother topic. so ryan seacrest, or perhaps it was the guy from the vote tabulation certification company, i dunno, one of them goes something like "63 million people voted for this american idol, that is more votes than any u.s. president has ever received."

oh. my. word.

everyone who voted for american idol (who is over 18 of course, i'm not picking on the twelve year olds) but did NOT vote in your last election, or your last twenty for that matter, YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELVES.

ye olde govrenment really needs to get on it with a call in/pin number option. i am not even kidding. i almost cried over this last night.



arrivederci, rebecca marie

on an unrelated note - this freaks my freak out;

the web log entry

yes yes ya'll THE web log entry.

it's fascinating how the word the is sometimes inappropriately used. not like how i say that i'm all the awesome, that is a perfectly acceptable way of using it. as i am in fact, all of the awesome. there is no more awesome left over for anyone else (well, maybe there kind of is, as i share).

what i mean is like saying "i'm not feeling well, i have the allergies." or, "don't let her house sit, she's on the chronic. "

do not misunderstand, by saying that those are inappropriate uses, i am in no way saying "do not say that your friend is on "the chronic," she is in fact "on chronic."" on THE chronic sounds more awesome and i will invariably vote for more awesome over sort of awesome and certainly over not awesome at all.

but sometimes, man, it is just wrong. like how i heard it used last night. me and the mister were in the mcdonalds drive up lane (ONE DOLLAR BACON CHEESEBURGER HECK YES I'LL HAVE TWO AND SOME FRIES AND THAT IS WHY I'M FAT WELCOME TO AMERICA I LOVE AMERICA THANK YOU FOR MY THREE DOLLAR DINNER) and the lady talking to us on the yakkety box said "would you like to donate a dollar to the breast cancer?"

no lady. i do not. i am not a fan of the breast cancer. the breast cancer killed my mother in law. if you don't mind, my extra dollars will be spent elsewhere. like on a slurpee.



arrivederci, rebecca marie

(now nobody better be getting all up on my case about this and accusing me of being somehow insensitive about breast cancer research. anyone who knows me knows where i stand on women's health issues)

identity crisis - or - a prelude to violence?

i love music. all kinds of music. i am a music user, an addict. and i'm not super picky. sir-mix-alot is just as awesome to me as cake. i love me some john denver. space hog is on my list. buddy holly, bryan adams, joe satriani, rob base and dj ez rock, rosemary clooney, me first and the gimme gimmes, the supertones, george winstson, prince, yaz, you name it. i am a fan of music. well not jazz... but we all have our limits. at any rate... you just never know what i am going to be playing in my home or car. it could literaly be anything.

so anyway... i have this brood of kids in my house today, and the one little slice of sunshine was singing to a baby... this is what she sang to soothe the baby;

"i am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told i have squandererd my resisitance for a pocked full of mumbled such are promises. when i was just a baby my momma told me son always be a good boy don't ever play with guns but i shot a man in reno just to watch him die. in the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade and he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down or cut him till he cried out lie lie lie lie lie lie lie."

right. on. nothing like combining a little of the boxer (simon and garfunkle) with folsom prison blues (johnny cash). this child rules the school. she is the rulingest kid in town.

but then, this is the same child that used to want eve of destruction sung to her as she drifted off...

"the eastern world it is explodin', violence flarin', bullets loadin,' you're old enough to kill, but not for votin,' and even the jordan river, has bodies floatin'..."



arrivederci, rebecca marie

the iron cross is for sissies

these guys are like the real life toad.



i'd love to see them on MXC. they would NOT. GET. ELIMINATED!!! want more? clickie

arrivederci, rebecca marie

hello? it's rebecca marie. where. is. my. phone.

all over the internet there are clickies inviting me to play ridiculous games and then i can win my choice of free* razr phones. enough internet! everyone already knows that i want a pink razr phone. i want a pink razr phone even more than i do not want pinworms. i mean think about it. with pinworms, you just take a pill and then the pinworms die and then they are gone. with a pink razr. man. YOU HAVE A PINK RAZR. there is no pill capable of canceling that out. i am now accepting donations. TIM LEWIS: I AM NOW ACCEPTING THEM SO HARD.



arrivederci, rebecca marie