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Where is this library? 90% of those librarians are seriously adorable!

oh goofy college acapella covers of pop songs, how I love you.

Yes, those are all guys.

so in completely not related to reality news, it occurs to me that it's been probably a decade or so since I've seen a Big Arena Concert ™, and probably more than that, since I'm inclined to not count seeing Ani DiFranco at the Mullins Center way back when, cause its, well, Ani DiFranco. In which case yeah, I haven't seen a big arena concert since the Meat Loaf Bat Out Of Hell II tour and that was what 1994?

Anyway. Um yeah. I kinda want to see the Monster Ball tour when it comes through, most probably the Hartford date on September 16. Hell I figure if I survive the next couple months, betaking myself to a big insane concert is an adequate reward.

In other news, I have mentioned anxiety attacks are not cute, right? I think it may be time to hunt up my just-in-case bottle of Ativan. I keep fucking forgetting I have this stuff for exactly this reason. >_<

am I bad for thinking they both look hotter in this cartoon than in real life? I mean love me some gagacrazy but... Yeah this cartoon is teh sex, and I don't think it would have had nearly the same effect as a photograph.

I've heard a few arguments that this video was super derivative and in certain aspects I agree. This sort of mashup of homages would be edgy for another artist but for Gaga you expect her to go super outside the box and burn it down behind her while she runs away into the land of Spikey giggling. Still, it's a very fun watch, especially when Beyonce joins the party.

Also, I couldn't help squeeing a little at their bright yellow obnoxiously named co-star.

things I jotted down in an iPod note yesterday (with cleanup and expansion):

• There isn't an app for letterboxing?? THIS MAKES NO SENSE. Especially since when I do surrender and join the cult of iPhone that's pretty much ALL I will be using the damn thing for. Aside for the making calls and the permanently jacked into the internet thing.
  
  
• Driving down to work was gorgeous. Like traveling through the Snow Queens palace grounds. I was so taken with it I very nearly missed my exit on the pike, which I've never done before... and a good thing too, there's 30 miles with no turnaround between my exit and the next one down so that would have landed me at work an hour late at least.
  
  
• Still can't do The Moody Blues. Too soon. Especially not "Your Wildest Dreams." Ouch.
  
  
• Had an amazingly get-shit-done kind of day at work today. The key really is keeping music on. I also sang all the way home.
  
  
• I think I'm learning a little bit about my own singing from Lady Gaga, weird and horrible as that sounds. At least the bit about being fearless about it, no matter how bad i think I sound. There is no way whatsoever to sing "Bad Romance" timidly.
  
  
• Ever wonder what DeLoreans would look like if DMC had stayed in business? And consider what cars are like 30 years later, what speed do you have to get to to go back to the future? Because if it is still 88mph before you see some serious shit, then there are a couple of spots on I90 out near Syracuse where had I been in possession of a flux capacitor, I might have briefly driven through 1950s Upstate New York and failed to notice. Considering how loud I crank the stereo when I'm on the highway, I'm sure they noticed ME. 'Course, an insane black woman speeding down the highway in a green Corrolla with a skull and crossbones on the bumper roaring along to an obscenely loud radio ain't exactly inconspicuous in any era. (somewhat inspired by this post in metaquotes yesterday.)

Also of note was a conversation via text message with zadnyl that made me laugh and tear up all at once. I don't talk about it too much given the circumstances but one of the hardest things about the past two years has been missing/potentially losing the ex-in-laws and despite constant reassurances from their end, being completely unsure how to keep them in my life and how much, something made both harder and easier by having them all at least a four hour drive away. Moments like yesterday make me happy I chose not to shut them out. And since I've been invited down to this farm I've been hearing no end about for a decade and a half, there's another road trip for the roster. 'Course I ain't going anywhere until I frikkin get Hanzo fixed. *sigh*

Ended the night on an excellent note. Damn, but I'd forgotten what a happy thing it is to snuggle into a warm squashy bed with someone you love and a book for both of you. Dear fates, it's lovely to be dating someone who READS again.

Today... isn't much special. I had kind of an amazing rah rah get things done get things done sort of day yesterday, and this one isn't so much, though the day is much improved by the swiping of the studio monitor headphones someone left in my office for the past month. There is nothing in this world that makes me the kind of aurally happy than a set of squashy headphones bigger than my head. That's pretty much it, other than the usual scheming dreaming and fiending. :)

Goose out.

"Lady Gaga is viscous hungry sex in hellfire. She’s more theatrical than Broadway and every night she sings in romantic open fists. Lady Gaga opens her dress, extracts her gut, assembles it in shapes splashed in sinister glitter and then shatters her dangerous violent diamonds onto the piano and screams FIRE and it sounds like bad romance. She wants your ugly, she wants your disease, and she’s everything Taylor Swift will never be. Punks don’t win awards, they eat awards.

And so that’s what I hope for my hypothetical unborn children, whether it’s from Gaga or another powerhouse female who owns it on stage: pop music that shuns tired Dawson Leary cliché in favor of your drama, disease, love, revenge, and (when you’re ready) your dangerous ambisexual kiss in the motherfucking sand.

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah,

Roma-roma-mah,

GaGa-ooh-la-la."


From this article that pretty much sums up why Lady Gaga is awesome and Taylor Swift is lalalalaaaaaaaaaaaaaame.

Also for some reason this article brought to mind Lola from Kinky Boots screaming about two and a half feet of tubular sex and how SEX IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE COMFORTABLE. Cosidering the outfits Lady Gaga wears, I'm sure she'd agree.