Talking about Helen Reddy (as one is wont to do), this morning I put her greatest hits CD in my car to listen on the way into town. Yes yes, I know. Anyway, I salvaged the cd from The Agent's throw-away pile when we were packing because it brings back fond memories of growing up listening to the same exact 8-track tape. Well, of course, I re-listened to a favorite, Angie Baby. My question is: What kind of fucked up shit was Helen Reddy singing about, all kind of crazy evil-radio-devours-in-the-neighbor-boy's-soul shit so some girl with a mental illness can summon him at will to pleasure her? I mean really, what is that all about? Were the drugs really that much better in the 70s? Who thinks that shit up besides someone tripping on acid? Hear her roar, yo!
You live your life in the songs you here
on your rock and roll radio
and when a young girl doesn't have any friends
it's a really nice place to go
folks hoping you'd turn out cool
but they had to take you out of school
you're a little touched you know
angie baby
lovers appear in your room each night
as they whirl accross the floor
but they always seem to fade away
when your daddy taps on your door
angie girl are you alright?
tell the radio goodnight
all alone once more angie baby
Chorus
angie baby
you're a special lady
living in a world of make believe
well maybe
stopping at her house is a neighbour boy
with evil on his mind
cos he's been peeking in angies room
at the night through the window blind
I see your folks have gone away
won't you dance with me today
I'll show you how to have a good time
angie baby
( angie baby ) (angie baby )
when he walks in the room
he feels confused
like he walked into a play
and the music's so loud
it spins him around
till his soul has lost it's way
and as she turns the volume down
he's getting smaller with the sound
it seems to pull him off the ground
no more the radio is bound
never to be found
the headlines read that a boy disapeared
and everyone thinks he died
except a crazy girl with a secret lover
who keeps him satisfied
it's so nice to be insane
no one asked you to explain
radio by your side
angie baby
Chorus
angie baby
you're a special lady
living in a world of make believe
well maybe
well maybe
well maybe
well maybe
6/22/2006
6/21/2006
Longest Day of the Year
Couple of things:
1) Someone apparently wants a little piece of our suburban existence - we've got an offer on the house. No more daily cleaning and dog shaving! Downside: Now we really need to find a place. I dread if we have to go with the month-month apt contingency plan. However, selling is a weight off and that's all that matters.
2) I am now hooked on that show South of Nowhere. Lordy, it's on some kids network or something and I can't help but feel a bit pervy..BUT, hello, teen lesbian angst?! I'm there. Luckily, the two cute gals are 20-somethings in real life so that makes it a little better. Catch it on the "N" network! (No, I don't think it's Nickolodean, but I do know they show Dora the Explorer in the mornings..scary?! You bet).
3) Been watching as much WNBA as possible, of course cheering for my Storm. Their season so far is a bit up/down, but I'm hoping for some consistency. They're going to need it since the West is looking tough this year. I have also found a new favorite player to follow: The Chicago Sky's Candice Dupree. Girl's got skill for a rookie. Played for Dawn Staley at Temple and has got a sweet shot. I like to have a favorite player on each team, makes watching non-Storm games interesting. Whatever gets you through the day, I say.
4) I made chicken quesadillas the other day - to die for.
- chicken breast
- 1 small onion diced
- 1 red pepper (roasted if you got time/inclination)
- 1 can of diced tomatoes
- 1 diced hot pepper
- can of corn
- can of blackbeans
- taco seasoning
- Cut up one or two chicken breasts into bite sized pieces and saute with onions and peppers in oil. Drain corn, blackbeans, and tom, add to chicken and peppers. Season to taste. Simmer on low for 5-10 min. Put mixture in warmed tortilla, add lots of cheese, and brown in skillet both sides. Add lettuce/sour cream/salsa if you want.
5) Other new music I've been listening to is: Panic! At the Disco. I sometimes wonder if as I age, some of my tastes are regressing. I found myself thinking about purchasing a Kelly Clarkson cd. Kelly Clarkson, ya'll. Cute, sure, but I think some of her music is actually good. What is happening to me? Once again, the corporate American machine is insidious and evil. Give in..give in.
That be it for now.
1) Someone apparently wants a little piece of our suburban existence - we've got an offer on the house. No more daily cleaning and dog shaving! Downside: Now we really need to find a place. I dread if we have to go with the month-month apt contingency plan. However, selling is a weight off and that's all that matters.
2) I am now hooked on that show South of Nowhere. Lordy, it's on some kids network or something and I can't help but feel a bit pervy..BUT, hello, teen lesbian angst?! I'm there. Luckily, the two cute gals are 20-somethings in real life so that makes it a little better. Catch it on the "N" network! (No, I don't think it's Nickolodean, but I do know they show Dora the Explorer in the mornings..scary?! You bet).
3) Been watching as much WNBA as possible, of course cheering for my Storm. Their season so far is a bit up/down, but I'm hoping for some consistency. They're going to need it since the West is looking tough this year. I have also found a new favorite player to follow: The Chicago Sky's Candice Dupree. Girl's got skill for a rookie. Played for Dawn Staley at Temple and has got a sweet shot. I like to have a favorite player on each team, makes watching non-Storm games interesting. Whatever gets you through the day, I say.
4) I made chicken quesadillas the other day - to die for.
- chicken breast
- 1 small onion diced
- 1 red pepper (roasted if you got time/inclination)
- 1 can of diced tomatoes
- 1 diced hot pepper
- can of corn
- can of blackbeans
- taco seasoning
- Cut up one or two chicken breasts into bite sized pieces and saute with onions and peppers in oil. Drain corn, blackbeans, and tom, add to chicken and peppers. Season to taste. Simmer on low for 5-10 min. Put mixture in warmed tortilla, add lots of cheese, and brown in skillet both sides. Add lettuce/sour cream/salsa if you want.
5) Other new music I've been listening to is: Panic! At the Disco. I sometimes wonder if as I age, some of my tastes are regressing. I found myself thinking about purchasing a Kelly Clarkson cd. Kelly Clarkson, ya'll. Cute, sure, but I think some of her music is actually good. What is happening to me? Once again, the corporate American machine is insidious and evil. Give in..give in.
That be it for now.
6/15/2006
6/04/2006
June bug vs hurricane
We had an open house this past Sat hoping to lure people into our humble yurt so that they might buy it. As a result, spent much of last week after I returned from NO cleaning. Now I'm neither messy nor OCD, but I have to say, trying to keep a place looking spotless on the off chance some stranger wants to peek through your drawers is harder than you might think. And it's not like we have lots of stuff here either, we rented a storage unit so have lots of things there, but now I'm getting angsty over stupid stuff like god-forbid a dirty cup in the sink. It ain't right I say. It isn't until you clean like a crack whore that you realize how much dog hair two black dogs generate. I have even considered shaving them. So I had to take them to the dog park for two hours to get them and myself out of the house. The Agent went into work (she's a ninja these days, cracking cases and busting bad guys). I don't even want to tell you how many hours I spent on Fri dealing with lawn/landscaping issues. I used to be a big fan of grass (yeah, you know me), but damn. Someone please buy our own private piece of suburban hell soon? Great house for a typical Midwestern god-fearing family of mom, dad, 2.5 kids + dog with minivan. Cheap.
Tonight I went up to the casino to get out of the house and feed my last remaining vice (yes, gone are all the drugs, sex, and rock/roll; I'm a middle-aged hedonist living in the Midwest, what else is there?). Luckily I hit a nice roll and came out $240 ahead which works out to $60/hr, which is more than my current salary, sister. When gambling and watching the WNBA are your two current vices, it's time to admit your lameness.
Admission: One the way home, I decided to use part of my stash to schedule a visit with my friendly therapist. I miss her -- I've been saving up 6 months worth of shit to process so why not? I don't think I'm going to mention the gambling part - frankly, complete honesty with your therapist is over-rated, I say. I'll just stick with my existential apathy and increasing cynicism - that should take up the hour.
(I might also touch upon the paranoid dream I had this morning in which this woman was an agent of the government (not FBI or CIA or anything, some agency even more evil and nefarious and above those two - I love my Agent, but I don't trust her bosses) and she had decided to tap my cell phone so I spent much of the dream trying to figure out 1) why and 2) what agency. I even grilled TA when she woke up to ask her if there was some other secret gov agency out there that it might be. Needless to say, I got no answers which simply confirmed my suspicions. Maybe I'm in the Matrix and just now realizing. Woo! Crazy train, all aboard!)
What else?
I learned that I apparently am able to make a pretty mean potato salad. Given that I hate mayo (and similar non-sweet white substances), I consider this an accomplishment. The Agent likes her PS so I made up a batch. Suzy Homemaker, watch out! I also fried some chicken. This is what passes for entertainment on a Sat night.
That's about it. I'm eagerly awaiting my new Chili Peppers cd from Amazon (sometimes I feel like Amazon is just the internet's Wal-mart and feel bad supporting it, but really, I saved like $10 bucks on this double-CD - a deal you can't find in stores, people). In the meantime, I've been listening quite a bit to Tegan and Sara. Music, like culture, comes slow to the middle of the country so I just discovered them recently. The curse we Red Staters must endure for affordable real estate and wide open spaces. U R Jus Jellus!
I know you plan out everything that you want to say
I wish that we didn't have to go about things this way
I love the rock and roll, I love the rock and roll
don't get so uptight, don't get so uptight
go, go away
tell me you love me like you think you want to be loved
pull on my hand and say, please just let's make it this way
I love the rock and roll, I love the rock and roll
don't get so uptight, don't get so uptight
go, go away
- I Bet it Stung - Tegan and Sara
Tonight I went up to the casino to get out of the house and feed my last remaining vice (yes, gone are all the drugs, sex, and rock/roll; I'm a middle-aged hedonist living in the Midwest, what else is there?). Luckily I hit a nice roll and came out $240 ahead which works out to $60/hr, which is more than my current salary, sister. When gambling and watching the WNBA are your two current vices, it's time to admit your lameness.
Admission: One the way home, I decided to use part of my stash to schedule a visit with my friendly therapist. I miss her -- I've been saving up 6 months worth of shit to process so why not? I don't think I'm going to mention the gambling part - frankly, complete honesty with your therapist is over-rated, I say. I'll just stick with my existential apathy and increasing cynicism - that should take up the hour.
(I might also touch upon the paranoid dream I had this morning in which this woman was an agent of the government (not FBI or CIA or anything, some agency even more evil and nefarious and above those two - I love my Agent, but I don't trust her bosses) and she had decided to tap my cell phone so I spent much of the dream trying to figure out 1) why and 2) what agency. I even grilled TA when she woke up to ask her if there was some other secret gov agency out there that it might be. Needless to say, I got no answers which simply confirmed my suspicions. Maybe I'm in the Matrix and just now realizing. Woo! Crazy train, all aboard!)
What else?
I learned that I apparently am able to make a pretty mean potato salad. Given that I hate mayo (and similar non-sweet white substances), I consider this an accomplishment. The Agent likes her PS so I made up a batch. Suzy Homemaker, watch out! I also fried some chicken. This is what passes for entertainment on a Sat night.
That's about it. I'm eagerly awaiting my new Chili Peppers cd from Amazon (sometimes I feel like Amazon is just the internet's Wal-mart and feel bad supporting it, but really, I saved like $10 bucks on this double-CD - a deal you can't find in stores, people). In the meantime, I've been listening quite a bit to Tegan and Sara. Music, like culture, comes slow to the middle of the country so I just discovered them recently. The curse we Red Staters must endure for affordable real estate and wide open spaces. U R Jus Jellus!
I know you plan out everything that you want to say
I wish that we didn't have to go about things this way
I love the rock and roll, I love the rock and roll
don't get so uptight, don't get so uptight
go, go away
tell me you love me like you think you want to be loved
pull on my hand and say, please just let's make it this way
I love the rock and roll, I love the rock and roll
don't get so uptight, don't get so uptight
go, go away
- I Bet it Stung - Tegan and Sara
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