Dumbest invention ever: Canned Air.
Seriously?
Anyone else feel me on this one?
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Cabalistic things bands get into.
Everyone knows that Led Zeppelin was really into the occult.
And Conor Oberst wrote an entire album after visiting the psychic-populated town of Cassadaga, FL.
But have you ever heard of a band becoming so into a ouija board that it actually became an obsession that eventually wreaked havok on their band and tour and upcoming album ("that did not want to be born")? That's exactly what happened to the Mars Volta after Cedric found an old talking board in a random curio shop in Jerusalem. Those boys never cease to amaze me. Read on children...at your own risk. Mwahahahaha!
http://www.musicemissions.com/artists/Mars+Volta#biography
And Conor Oberst wrote an entire album after visiting the psychic-populated town of Cassadaga, FL.
But have you ever heard of a band becoming so into a ouija board that it actually became an obsession that eventually wreaked havok on their band and tour and upcoming album ("that did not want to be born")? That's exactly what happened to the Mars Volta after Cedric found an old talking board in a random curio shop in Jerusalem. Those boys never cease to amaze me. Read on children...at your own risk. Mwahahahaha!
http://www.musicemissions.com/artists/Mars+Volta#biography
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Thankful for Mike.
Let me tell you, kids. I am one lucky lady. I have somehow, some way, managed to find an honest, hardworking, intelligent man to bare witness to my life. Somehow, some way in the mess of personalities that converge to make up the thriving metropolis that we call Dallas, Texas, I finally managed to find a man who makes me laugh consistently, treats me with utter respect daily, tells me sweet things softly and gives me back scratches to help me fall asleep. I'm not trying to brag, I just believe in giving credit where credit is due. And since I've starting blurting out my whole life on this darned blog, why not continue on about the greatest person ever? (Mike. duh)
I knew another man like that once. His name was Jack and he was the greatest Paw-paw anybody could ever ask for. He took care of me when no other man in my life would take on the responsibility of a wild little red-headed girl with crazy ideas and a knack for getting herself into trouble. Once, he let me mow his lawn (I thought I was cool using a lawn mower at 10) and as payment he made me a hand fan out of a Popsicle stick and 30 $1 bills. I had a weird obsession with fans at that age (shut up, we all had our thing). He drove this old, red Ford pickup truck around town and probably wore out tapes of Hank Williams and Roy Rogers in the tape deck. In over 30 some odd years of work, he never missed a day. Not once. He used his life savings to bail out members of my family, more than once. And he made the afternoon walking around in the park with a metal detector seem like a lifetime of adventure. He was the rock in our family for everyone to lean on and I never heard him complain about anything. Ever.
He made me feel loved, and safe, and comfortable. Well, he made everybody feel that way.
That type of character is hard to come by these days. Seems most men think they can impress the pants off of you with an asymmetrical black mullet and some sleeved up arms. They will try and coax you out of your comfy bedroom with Puerto Rican rum and house parties and schmoozy compliments. But when it comes down to the nitty gritty of everyday life, the type of man I really want sticking around is the one that's as decent a man as my paw-paw (and those kind are NOT easy to find). I want a Mike Lunos who wears khakis and polo's everyday and yet has a better music collection than any uncomfortably tight-pants wearing hipster kid with an mountain-man beard. I mean, it puts my entire lifetime of a collection to shame. Why go for the shiny plastic dishware from Target when your grandma's old china is classic! Also, of better quality, and feels more homey and will never melt into something different when you put it in the washer.(if you even have a dishwasher, which I do not) And will more than likely last much longer anyhow. I'm just sayin'. It's the substance, ladies. The substance. Or maybe I am just biased because I think Mike is so dreamy. *sigh*
I think we should all be looking for quality when it comes to the people we give our time to. Also, there's no shortage of good people to befriend. Once you realize how awesome it is to live your life more and more outside of the work-to-couch-to-bed-to work pattern, and try to duck some of the pop-culture throwing itself in your face at every corner, you find all sorts of other fun things (and people) to get into. For example, before I realized how amazing MJ was, I always thought my "type" was a shaggy haired rock and roller with a sad disposition who could play the Pumpkins on guitar. Now that idea seems so generic to me that I just used it as a cliché in a blog. So, what I'm trying to say is that trying new things is important, but more so that I am so very in love with Michael. But I guess that's obvious by now.
P.S. Does anyone else ever feel like Doogie Howser writing in this thing every day?
I knew another man like that once. His name was Jack and he was the greatest Paw-paw anybody could ever ask for. He took care of me when no other man in my life would take on the responsibility of a wild little red-headed girl with crazy ideas and a knack for getting herself into trouble. Once, he let me mow his lawn (I thought I was cool using a lawn mower at 10) and as payment he made me a hand fan out of a Popsicle stick and 30 $1 bills. I had a weird obsession with fans at that age (shut up, we all had our thing). He drove this old, red Ford pickup truck around town and probably wore out tapes of Hank Williams and Roy Rogers in the tape deck. In over 30 some odd years of work, he never missed a day. Not once. He used his life savings to bail out members of my family, more than once. And he made the afternoon walking around in the park with a metal detector seem like a lifetime of adventure. He was the rock in our family for everyone to lean on and I never heard him complain about anything. Ever.
He made me feel loved, and safe, and comfortable. Well, he made everybody feel that way.
That type of character is hard to come by these days. Seems most men think they can impress the pants off of you with an asymmetrical black mullet and some sleeved up arms. They will try and coax you out of your comfy bedroom with Puerto Rican rum and house parties and schmoozy compliments. But when it comes down to the nitty gritty of everyday life, the type of man I really want sticking around is the one that's as decent a man as my paw-paw (and those kind are NOT easy to find). I want a Mike Lunos who wears khakis and polo's everyday and yet has a better music collection than any uncomfortably tight-pants wearing hipster kid with an mountain-man beard. I mean, it puts my entire lifetime of a collection to shame. Why go for the shiny plastic dishware from Target when your grandma's old china is classic! Also, of better quality, and feels more homey and will never melt into something different when you put it in the washer.(if you even have a dishwasher, which I do not) And will more than likely last much longer anyhow. I'm just sayin'. It's the substance, ladies. The substance. Or maybe I am just biased because I think Mike is so dreamy. *sigh*
I think we should all be looking for quality when it comes to the people we give our time to. Also, there's no shortage of good people to befriend. Once you realize how awesome it is to live your life more and more outside of the work-to-couch-to-bed-to work pattern, and try to duck some of the pop-culture throwing itself in your face at every corner, you find all sorts of other fun things (and people) to get into. For example, before I realized how amazing MJ was, I always thought my "type" was a shaggy haired rock and roller with a sad disposition who could play the Pumpkins on guitar. Now that idea seems so generic to me that I just used it as a cliché in a blog. So, what I'm trying to say is that trying new things is important, but more so that I am so very in love with Michael. But I guess that's obvious by now.
P.S. Does anyone else ever feel like Doogie Howser writing in this thing every day?
Monday, February 23, 2009
Moooove over, grain-fed beef!
I am a strong believer in "voting with your paycheck".
By that I mean what you purchase with your money directly keeps certain business, and in effect, those business's practices, going.
For example, if you go to the supermarket and buy a package of grain-fed beef, you are purchasing beef that was fed corn.
Your money is then directly funding factory farmed, corn-fed beef.
Now, corn makes cows sick.
Cows were designed to eat grass. Their four stomachs are superbly able to digest grass and turn it into everything their bodies need. Very few animals can exist on grazing grass. A cow is one of them. Feeding a cow corn feed for it's life is like like feeding a human nothing but corn syrup colored with yellow # 5, all day, every day, for the life of that person. It's not natural, and it doesn't provide all the nutrients that the cow needs.
In fact, the corn is so bad for the cows digestive system that it actually causes liver abscesses, which is why cows are fed antibiotics like candy in factory farms. They need the antibiotics to survive because the food they are given is so harmful to their digestive system. Then, in the factory after slaughter the meat is pressure washed with detergents because it's so dirty, and then it's radiated to kill any e. Coli leftover from the wash. Then, that meat is ground up, slopped into a Styrofoam container and shipped to your local supermarket for consumption by - you guessed it - you and your family.
I know this is disturbing. But knowledge is power and there is something you can do about it. :) Vote with your dollars and buy grass-fed, free range beef. Those cows are much healthier, happier animals than factory farmed cattle.
I'm a vegetarian, but I hear they taste better, too. Now wouldn't you feel better knowing you're eating a happy, healthy cow?
By that I mean what you purchase with your money directly keeps certain business, and in effect, those business's practices, going.
For example, if you go to the supermarket and buy a package of grain-fed beef, you are purchasing beef that was fed corn.
Your money is then directly funding factory farmed, corn-fed beef.
Now, corn makes cows sick.
Cows were designed to eat grass. Their four stomachs are superbly able to digest grass and turn it into everything their bodies need. Very few animals can exist on grazing grass. A cow is one of them. Feeding a cow corn feed for it's life is like like feeding a human nothing but corn syrup colored with yellow # 5, all day, every day, for the life of that person. It's not natural, and it doesn't provide all the nutrients that the cow needs.
In fact, the corn is so bad for the cows digestive system that it actually causes liver abscesses, which is why cows are fed antibiotics like candy in factory farms. They need the antibiotics to survive because the food they are given is so harmful to their digestive system. Then, in the factory after slaughter the meat is pressure washed with detergents because it's so dirty, and then it's radiated to kill any e. Coli leftover from the wash. Then, that meat is ground up, slopped into a Styrofoam container and shipped to your local supermarket for consumption by - you guessed it - you and your family.
I know this is disturbing. But knowledge is power and there is something you can do about it. :) Vote with your dollars and buy grass-fed, free range beef. Those cows are much healthier, happier animals than factory farmed cattle.
I'm a vegetarian, but I hear they taste better, too. Now wouldn't you feel better knowing you're eating a happy, healthy cow?
Sunday, February 22, 2009
I'm all growed up!
I brought up my credit score! jeeze that took forever, but hey! I made a plan, followed through, and now I'm better for it! Woot! It feels good taking care of things. It feels good not having debt.
Here's some pictures of the beautiful day we had today.
Coffee.
Corgi!
Alley cat!
Red head. (that would be me.)
Day.
Here's some pictures of the beautiful day we had today.
Coffee.
Corgi!
Alley cat!
Red head. (that would be me.)
Day.
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