Spellbound, Falling In Trances
I don't know about you, but -
- I'm always surprised when singing doesn't break out.
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Target shootin' with the Gun Moll of the Revolution
I don't know about you, but -
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Via every-freaking-body on the intertoobz, but in this case from Crooks & Liars:
Rep. Tom Price (R-GA), one of the GOP's minions, continues the Joe Wilsonification of Congress to prevent discussion over Stupak's amendment, one that may actually lead to effectively a ban on abortion for low income women:“The real goal of abortion opponents isn't to maintain the status quo. It's to extend federal prohibitions into private pocketbooks. By restricting coverage offered through the exchange, they hope to make abortion coverage so unattractive that insurers eventually stop offering it in the market for individual and small-group policies.”
And they don't even want us to discuss it. Those white men of the GOP don't want women to insert their remarks into the record.
Minstrel Boy said something that reminded me of this clever bit. The best joke is at the very end.
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My horoscope advises against attracting attention to myself, so let's have a musical interlude.
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Uh oh! California's scorned pageant princess is p-p-pissed!
WASHINGTON (CNN) -- Miss California Carrie Prejean, who declared her opposition to same-sex marriage during the Miss USA pageant, will star in a new $1.5 million ad campaign funded by the National Organization for Marriage.
The organization has scheduled a press conference with Prejean in Washington on Thursday to unveil the new ad, called "No Offense."
Prejean was roasted by same-sex marriage advocates after she stood up for what she called "opposite marriage" (marriage between a man and a woman) when responding to a question from celebrity blogger and pageant judge Perez Hilton.
Prejean has also become a fresh-faced standard-bearer for the same-sex marriage opponents, who have rallied to her defense.
"She is attacked viciously for having the courage to speak up for her truth and her values," the National Organization for Marriage said in a press release. "But Carrie's courage inspired a whole nation and a whole generation of young people because she chose to risk the Miss USA crown rather than be silent about her deepest moral values."
According to the group, the ad will call "gay marriage advocates to account for their unwillingness to debate the real issue: gay marriage has consequences."
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The only difference between my today and my any other day is you can see the dancing people too.
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Last week, I ordered CD versions of the first two B-52s albums because how did I only have those in highly stationary vinyl? I can't play that in my car!
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In the words of the great sages A Halo Called Fred, the finest band that ever let me play guitar without injuring myself on the strings, "Have you ever woken up in the morning, having had a little too much to drink the night before, and said to yourself these magic words?" I say, don't limit yourself to hangovers. Sometimes, you just feel like -
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The sound of these voices grates a bit, the history feels shaky and yet the sentiment is worth discussing.
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Lost connectivity today, which was mostly okay because we wanted to paint the staircase hallway, straighten the screen door, sweep the foyer and the porch, air the rugs and clean up the garden generally after Tropical Storm Tillie, which tore leaves off trees and made muddy lo the bottoms of shoes. A great many of us have them, the poor, poor shoes. Though Friday night, I got some New Balance athletic scuffs with superlative arch support at Sears for 30% off.
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Paint fumes - can't quite flubbity bok bok - oooh! black light posters are awesome!
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Driving, windows open, radio playing.
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Omigod, I hate sticky, but do I love sticky?
LONDON, England (CNN) -- A protester who wanted his message to stick managed to superglue himself to the British prime minister Tuesday evening.
Dan Glass was at 10 Downing Street to receive a charity's award for his work on transportation issues when he staged the unusual protest. Just before Prime Minister Gordon Brown presented him with the award, Glass squirted superglue in the palm of his left hand. He shook Brown's right hand and then grabbed the prime minister's sleeve.
"I've just superglued myself to your arm," Glass said he told Brown. "Don't panic. This is a non-violent protest."
Glass is affiliated with the group Plane Stupid, which campaigns against airport expansion and climate change. He said he acted to protest Brown's "hypocrisy" on the issues.
"I just wanted a few more minutes of his time to get the message across, because he's not listening to communities affected by airport expansion," Glass told CNN on Wednesday.
The prime minister managed to free himself in about 30 seconds, Glass said.
"He can shake off my arm, but he cannot shake away climate change," he added.
Let's - grrrrrr! - talk.
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I need to catch my breath. This is not the song I went looking for, but I couldn't resist the dreadful eighties hair and makeup.
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A zillion years ago, a man looked at his datebook, struggled with English and asked, "What's Jesus Flying Day?"
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A few weeks ago, I started hearing a song in my head I didn't recognize, and didn't know where I'd heard it. With rings on my fingers and bells on my toes, I shall have music wherever the hell, and for a person who goes nowhere, I sure do get around. On Friday, I realized it was playing on Altrok Radio, so I called up Sean and said, "This is your demographic speaking. What is the name of this song?"
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Yippee! New Ladytron, now playing on Altrok Radio, which reminds me of this pretty and pretty silly video for a hypnotic Ladytron song. Plainly, the record company got its Bjork on without a plan for the morning after.
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This has been playing on the mental jukebox for days.
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Along come a young girl
She's pretty as a prayerbook,
Sweet as an apple on Christmas Day.
I said, "Good gracious, can this be my luck?
If that's my prayerbook,
Lord let us pray."
Well, that was your mother
And that was your father
Before you was born dude
When life was great
You are the burden of my generation
I sure do love you
But let's get that straight
Over the mountain
Down in the valley
Lives a former talk-show host
Everybody knows his name
He says, "There's no doubt about it
It was the myth of fingerprints
I've seen them all and man
They're all the same."
Well, the sun gets weary
And the sun goes down
Ever since the watermelon
And the lights come up
On the black pit town
Somebody says, "What's a better thing to do?
Well, it's not just me
And it's not just you
This is all around the world."
In early memory
Mission music
Was ringing round my nursery door
I said, "Take this child, Lord
From Tucson, Arizona,
Give her the wings to fly through harmony
And she wont bother you no more."
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I am not a librarian. There're two degrees and an attitude problem between me and librarianship. The job market being what it is, I am surrounded by MLS holders in entry level positions. I'm surprised there aren't more hilarious and well-informed suicides.
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Part I.
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Part I.
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This morning, I awoke in my bed, staring up at tiny Topaz staring down at me from atop a set of old stage flats that passes for the headboard of my bed. This would have been more remarkable if I had known how she came to be seven feet straight up above my head. Later, I saw her climb hand over kitty hand to the top, which explains why in a week Topaz looks fitter. Thus, my first thought this morning was, 'Holy crap, how'd she get there?' and my second was about canned tuna.
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The Knife, We Share Our Mother's Health
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Courtesy of Altrok Radio, Candie Payne's All I Need To Hear has been playing in my head:
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International Talk Like A Pirate Day reminded me of this, which is still a hoot. I'm just a little busy at the moment, but I'm thinking of you and you and you. You, however, are on your own!
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Happy New Year!
It was written by Dee Dee Ramone, Jean Beauvoir, and Joey Ramone as a reaction to Ronald Reagan's visit to a soldiers' cemetery in Bitburg, West Germany in May 1985. The name Bonzo is not that of a person, but rather refers to the name of the chimpanzee title character to one of Reagan's movies, Bedtime for Bonzo.
Reagan's visit to the Bitburg cemetery had been criticised in Europe as well as in the United States because 49 members of the SS, the Nazi paramilitary organization that helped run the extermination camps during World War II, were buried there. Some of SS members buried at Bitburg came from units that committed atrocities, including the murder of American POWs. According to White House Chief of Staff Donald Regan, in Reagan's view the majority of the soldiers who were buried at the cemetery were "simply soldiers of the German army.... There were thousands of such soldiers for whom Nazism meant nothing but the brutal end of a short life".
The lyrics are a departure from the Ramones' usual style, with a more outwardly serious content. Joey and Dee Dee Ramone had written the song with producer and former Plasmatics bassist/keyboardist Jean Beauvoir. Joey, who was Jewish, has stated that he started on the song lyrics after being almost physically sickened by the Reagan visit, feeling that the President had disrespected the six million victims of the Holocaust by visiting Bitburg.
"Bonzo Goes to Bitburg" was originally meant to be the sole title of the song, but guitarist Johnny Ramone, a conservative Republican and a Reagan supporter, insisted that the refrain of "My Brain Is Hanging Upside Down" be the title on American releases of the song and that the reference to Reagan ("Bonzo") be in parentheses.
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On Thursdays, I'm full of the festive exhaustion. It's nothing and I'm not complaining; certainly, I may be the luckiest girl in Puppetland to be able to eke out a decent living while avoiding a colorful stint in the Booby Hatch. Yes, I am among the most fortunate human beings on the planet: almost nobody is attacking me with fresh fruit. Few people bother arguing with me anymore and those that do bring me plastic dinosaurs of apology. Yesterday's yoga class turned into a two-hour extravaganza, which means tomorrow I'll hop around, yelping. These apparent contradictions amuse me. Please accept this token of my esteem while I attempt the fandango of the financially solvent, merry in the sunny meadow of overemployment: the Rakes' catchy little tune about attractive disaster called The World Was a Mess But His Hair Was Perfect.
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Oh Blogosphere, my love for you is pure. It pains me to leave you even for an hour. Still, a wild woman's gotta pay the bills, and baby, you know I always do. I'll be working, but I'll be thinking of no one but you. Well, maybe Peter Murphy, but don't you worry your pretty little head about it. He means nothing to me, baby, nothing.
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There are about a thousand fascinating things to talk about - later. This morning, a gentle rain is falling, the air off the river hits the wide college lawns and picks up the sweetness of recently cut grass. Nothing hurts much and I have yoga class after work. I am nibbling grapes at my desk. For this moment: a reminder from the Guillemots to savor the little joys. I forget this sometimes.
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This song has been on my mind, thanks to Altrok Radio.
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