Put your iPod on shuffle and join the fun. And judge. JUDGE away!
LIFE STORY: In Hell - Peppermint Creeps
Opening Credits: Let It Roll - Velvet Revolver
Waking Up: Say When - Backyard Babies
First Day: Hot Girls In Good Moods - Butch Walker
Falling In Love: Rosanna - Toto
Fight Song: Lazy Gun - JET
Breaking Up: Peace On Earth (Little Drummer Boy) - David Bowie & Bing Crosby
Life's OK: On A Shelf - Johnny Monaco
Getting Back Together: Daylight Goes To Town - UFO
Wedding: Tonight, Tonight - Smashing Pumpkins
Birth of Child: Your Sweet 666 - H.I.M.
Final Battle: I Go Astray - Jason Falkner
I can't even begin to tell you how amazing all of these are. This was fun. I miss these silly lil' time-wasters.
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Friday, June 14, 2013
My birthday present to myself.
So, another birthday. 33. I like that number. It's like the record. Only I will probably be a bit more excited when I can say I'm 33 and a 1/3. If I had my druthers, I'd probably be totally content spending the day left alone, but those who love you make you go out and do stuff with them. Mama M. baked me a delicious pink cake and took me out to dinner at BJ's. She still thinks it's weird that I'm vegetarian. And I get it. Most vegetarians are criminally annoying. She called me today and immediately it was running the laps around: "I don't know what to make for you. You don't like chicken, you don't like beef...how about tuna? I can make a tuna salad." I said, "Lightbulbs, mother. Don't you know us hip vegetarians eat nothing but lightbulbs? There is NO OTHER WAY."
We went out for a nice dinner at BJ's and I was honestly really super excited that she took the time to bake me a cake. It was delicious and we had a really nice time. I scored a peace sign blanket, some self-tanner, violets, and some Pinot Noir. Perfecto!
I totally found this amazing piece of awesomesauce on eBay, as I was searching for a Dixie Dregs shirt with a red wine buzz. So I bought it for myself.
So, this dude (it's probably Steve Morse himself so I'm going to burn all my jazz-fusion bridges) has been selling the same Dixie Dregs shirts on eBay for $175. One hundred and seventy-five goddamn dollars. And it's been like, 3 years. At least, because that's about the amount of time I've been searching for cool DD shirts.
DUDE. Because I wisely pick and choose my important battles, I am suddenly finding issue with this. Either they're somehow moving and he's just printing up new ones, or he's been relisting these t-shirts on eBay for the last 3-4 years at this retarded price, and, oh-so-surprisingly, THEY AIN'T FREAKIN' SELLING, ASSHOLE. Maybe because you're selling them for A HUNDRED AND SEVENTY GODDAMN DOLLARS. Oy. This is SO something I'm going to complain and yell about when Jim and I record the next episode of Rants and Rabbitholes.
I can't figure out if this irks me at the same level, less, or more than the tuned-out bitches who leave 175 feet of space in between them and the car in front of them at a red light. These are the types of things that leave me shaking my fists towards the sky crying out, "WHYYYYY?!?!?!"
It's the important things, people.
As for the podcast, posting them isn't as easy as we thought. Recording them and getting into the flow of talking, no problemo! However, we secured the URL (www.rantsandrabbitholes.com) and should get the ball rolling on this as soon as we can. After that, it is our goal to record a new episode every 2 weeks.
Then you get to hear me screaming in crisp, clear audio about these asinine things. Yeah, I bet you can't wait!
In the last few months, Alarms After Dark successfully recorded a new 3-song EP entitled "Harm", made a hot drunk girl dance and exclaim that one of our songs gave her chills, and came full circle by playing more solidly as an actual band who has played together and grown together and created together over the last year at Old Towne Pub in Pasadena with Evertheory, a little after a year since we popped our gig cherry at the same venue with the same folks. So that is some good times. Oh, and having good things said from a motherforkin' LEGEND who you've looked up to all your life really doesn't hurt, either. Like, holy tapdancin' Jesus dancing on testicles kind of amazingness.
Oh, and I'm slowly growing more insane, and I'm more and more okay with it. Sorry, guys.
Love you, you crunchy, lovely, sprinkly, crazy folks! Until the next rant. xoxo
We went out for a nice dinner at BJ's and I was honestly really super excited that she took the time to bake me a cake. It was delicious and we had a really nice time. I scored a peace sign blanket, some self-tanner, violets, and some Pinot Noir. Perfecto!
I totally found this amazing piece of awesomesauce on eBay, as I was searching for a Dixie Dregs shirt with a red wine buzz. So I bought it for myself.
So, this dude (it's probably Steve Morse himself so I'm going to burn all my jazz-fusion bridges) has been selling the same Dixie Dregs shirts on eBay for $175. One hundred and seventy-five goddamn dollars. And it's been like, 3 years. At least, because that's about the amount of time I've been searching for cool DD shirts.
DUDE. Because I wisely pick and choose my important battles, I am suddenly finding issue with this. Either they're somehow moving and he's just printing up new ones, or he's been relisting these t-shirts on eBay for the last 3-4 years at this retarded price, and, oh-so-surprisingly, THEY AIN'T FREAKIN' SELLING, ASSHOLE. Maybe because you're selling them for A HUNDRED AND SEVENTY GODDAMN DOLLARS. Oy. This is SO something I'm going to complain and yell about when Jim and I record the next episode of Rants and Rabbitholes.
I can't figure out if this irks me at the same level, less, or more than the tuned-out bitches who leave 175 feet of space in between them and the car in front of them at a red light. These are the types of things that leave me shaking my fists towards the sky crying out, "WHYYYYY?!?!?!"
It's the important things, people.
As for the podcast, posting them isn't as easy as we thought. Recording them and getting into the flow of talking, no problemo! However, we secured the URL (www.rantsandrabbitholes.com) and should get the ball rolling on this as soon as we can. After that, it is our goal to record a new episode every 2 weeks.
Then you get to hear me screaming in crisp, clear audio about these asinine things. Yeah, I bet you can't wait!
In the last few months, Alarms After Dark successfully recorded a new 3-song EP entitled "Harm", made a hot drunk girl dance and exclaim that one of our songs gave her chills, and came full circle by playing more solidly as an actual band who has played together and grown together and created together over the last year at Old Towne Pub in Pasadena with Evertheory, a little after a year since we popped our gig cherry at the same venue with the same folks. So that is some good times. Oh, and having good things said from a motherforkin' LEGEND who you've looked up to all your life really doesn't hurt, either. Like, holy tapdancin' Jesus dancing on testicles kind of amazingness.
Oh, and I'm slowly growing more insane, and I'm more and more okay with it. Sorry, guys.
Love you, you crunchy, lovely, sprinkly, crazy folks! Until the next rant. xoxo
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