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ARBT ‏(@anagramofbrat) : Wee Beastie is grounded from anything with a screen this weekend. Dis gon be rough. #passwordsandunplugs

ARBT ‏(@anagramofbrat) : Also when I'm freaking out on Sunday because I forgot where I hid the power cable to @cell23's box, tell me it's in my altar drawer.

ARBT ‏(@anagramofbrat) : On the other hand part of me is kinda looking forward to the growls of frustrated 5 year old when he inevitably ties to be slick and fails.

ARBT ‏(@anagramofbrat) : and that part of me is probably why the world should be glad I don't do this full time. #troll #yourchildrenwell #stepmamashell #slowlygoby

ARBT ‏(@anagramofbrat) : Aw shit, earwormed myself. Fuck it. ♫ Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you you would cry, So just look at them and siiiiiiiiiiigh ♫

ARBT ‏(@anagramofbrat) : ♫ ...and say U MAD BRO? ♫ *guitar strumming*


Weird things sometimes happen when I think out loud on Twitter.

But yeah, lil'Man is on technology lockdown. (Schoolwork issues.) He isn't going to be happy this weekend. And neither are we. :/

Old school Valley goths'll understand why I'm more likely to lose my shit and fire up ALL the industrial/synth/goth in my collection on Tuesdays. 'Course this week I've been on a synth binge since Sunday. Discovering that there's a club in the midwest somewhere dumping their old playlists onto demonoid hasn't exactly helped, nor has Pandora's industrial channel, so for the first time in a while i've had some new (to me, anyway) stuff to listen to. How the hell had I been going to Haven intermittently from '96 almost on up to its demise last year (when a club night goes to one Tuesday every 3 months, it's dead, who are we kidding) and completely missed "Annie, Would I Lie To You?" i have no idea, but it must qualify as a minor miracle.

It's funny, I have most definitely outgrown the "eyeliner! eyeliner! Interminable angst!" and "Bloody flowers and thornkisses!" bits of gothiness, but the music has definitely stuck with me. VNV Nation, Covenant, Wolfsheim, Assemblage 23 and Apoptygma Berzerk are all in my top ten groups, which, if you consider the fact that that's five bands right there, says something. Something about stompy stompy üntz üntz music just... eh, resonates is a bad word for it, but it does fit. Also it's WICKED fun to drive to. Do yourself a favor and don't be in the car with me if Das Ich's "Destillat" (specifically the VNV Nation remix) is on. The speedometer will quite probably crack 95mph, and you quite probably will die.

An interesting side effect of the goth rabies was staying up late(r) after working until damn near midnight on job #1 stuff (ugh, responsible adulthood) talking music with cell23 after catching him singing a snatch of Beborn Beton (goth rabies is apparently highly transmissable) and being momentarily flummoxed. Cue an hour or so going through my music collection and discussing the aesthetics of groups like Front 242, London After Midnight and Einstürzende Neubauten, and how I still have a lot of unlistened-to garbage floating around from the dumping of other people's music collections over the years. (Inexplicably, I still have an album or so's worth of morlock's ICP. Yeah, what, IDEK.) And then we got into weird/outsider music, including Wesley Willis and Songs in the Key of Z and the various out-there music that's come to my attention via various mix tapes extrajoker and I have exchanged over the years ("She was chopping broccoli!"). It was nice - cell23 and I tend to get lost in our own separate spheres/rooms/computers so being able to connect and giggle over common music taste was an unexpected treat.

Man, I really should do my podcast again sometime. All this blather about various and sundry just makes me want to dive right back into the Mixmeister mines.

Yay it's the green holiday!

There's a part of me that only recognizes holidays by their colors, so today I'm all GREEN and next major one I'll be all YELLOW PINK AQUA AND LAVENDER. Actually that's the only part of Easter I dislike... the attack of the pastel. I'm more of a jewel tones and black sort of person.

But I digress. Happy St. Pats to all my Irish, be ye actually Irish or just in it for the fun/green beer. What the hell, my green turtleneck is clean, I'll throw it on. Maybe with the Green Lantern shirt over it for good measure. :)

Not much to report on today other than the news out of Japan is making me all kinds of D: D: D: (Thankfully everyone I know personally's all right and accounted for.) Also I woke up with this song stuck in my head.



Possibly nsfw due to footage from Silence of the Lambs. Usually a harbinger of an interesting day. Hopefully not in the "Chinese" curse sense, considering my plans today includes MOTHERFUCKING ADULT things like pre-kids weekend cleaning and work, with some 4th season Buffy for seasoning.

Hatch my eggs, I want more new ones.

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And that's all folks. My life really hasn't been terribly interesting of late, lol.

There is nothing shocking or offensive or horrible about this video like my usual "if I must suffer" or "no comment" youtube posts. My problem is that it's so... fucking... stupid. Like seriously, they need to fire the lyricist. Whoever they are has no sense of rhythm, meter or meaningful content and then they made this poor girl sing it into a vocoder. WHAT THE FUCK BRAINSPLODE.

Which sucks cause the song itself is fucking catchy and is now firmly stuck in my head. GRRR ARGH. I kinda just want the backing instrumental so I can superimpose a whole other vocal track on top of it. Or better yet gangsta rap a la Girl Talk. But as is? AAAAAAAAAGH DELIVER ME FROM AUTOTUNED TEENAGE HELL.

Aside from contending with this aural dreck, I'm splitting my time between Buffy, work, fighting with Bryce 5 and some tomb terrain and hunting for new eggs on Dragcave. How's your day been so far?

WEEELLLP that ain't getting unstuck from my head anytime soon. Especially since cell23 is now singing it in the other room.

NGL, I giggled.

Also it's now in your head. You're welcome.

Also also I may have only posted this so cell23 would comment with the GOB icon.

In other news, dear GODS how did we generate FOUR LOADS of laundry kill me now kthx

for the love of GOD, get it out of my head

PILLOWY MOUNDS OF MASHED POTATOES

Fellow iThing users - any of you know of a nice simple iPhone/iPod Touch app that'll just let you enter your own recipes as opposed to dump a bunch on you? Basically, an iRecipefile? Been looking for one for about a week, and all the ones I'm finding in among the All The Indian Food Recipes! Ever! have TERRIBLE reviews. Normally I'd just download a bunch of things and try them, but so far I haven't found a Lite or free thing that does what I want. I'm about ready to go old school and buy index cards and a holder at this rate. The only reason why I haven't is that my handwriting is awful.

Finished up the second ep of Sons of Anarchy. As if my ladyboner for Katey Sagal wasn't pulsating and horselike enough. Also getting through season two of Arrested Development, which somehow managed to take the absurdity of season one, step to the side, and take off running with it. Also midway through season 4 of Doctor Who; while Martha is my favorite companion so far, Donna's slowly edging out Amy for second place. I appreciate red-haired and feisty.

I discovered this morning that I've been lied to my entire life and that a successful, fluffy omelet requires high heat, not medium low. Christ, no wonder Mom's were terrible. Not to speak ill of the dead or nothing, but as I get older I realize more and more that if it didn't come in a box/wasn't oatmeal, Mom pretty much failed at breakfast. Anyway, I made a reasonably perfect omelet this morning, and am just agog at its gastronomic beauty.

"Black coat black shoes black hat Cadillac...." now hopefully it's stuck in someone else's head too. I've been hearing it for two days straight.

Back to ye olde to-do list...