Saturday, October 28, 2006

it's a dead man's party


who could ask for more?
everybody's coming, leave your body at the door
leave your body and soul at the door...

go here for the full video...loving the Oingo Boingo....















Wednesday, October 25, 2006

straight outta...

Once again I say god bless YouTube. Oh, and The Hour, where I found this too, natch. Please, you must watch, it is freaking hilarious. And I thought I had respect for the Muppets before...









Straight Outta Kermit

Monday, October 23, 2006

nothing but sincerity as far as the eye can see...








Cuter than Linus, but perhaps not yet as philosophical.






that million dollar smile












my own little jack-o-lantern

Thursday, October 19, 2006

miss you...

....so very much...today and always...


July 22, 1935-October 19, 2003
love always

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

do NOT mess with George

Okay, former GG? Yeah you, bitch. Fine, go ahead and be a pompous ass, but do NOT diss my George. "Reasonably okay looking"?? - you know nothing. And honestly? I have to say I'm a little put out by the whole Clarkson on The Hour and every other radio/tv show I listen to/watch these days. Ooooh look she's got a book out! Just in time for the holidays! Pah. Michaelle Jean could TOTALLY kick her ass. Hell, so could Jeanne Sauve, really if you think about it. Now that I would pay money to see, current GG bitchslapping former GG. Anyway, I just needed to get that off my chest. As most of you know, I'm not a fan of the whole GG institution anyway, so to have one that is a menace, well that just pisses me off to no end. Queen's representative in Canada? Uh, why?? The whole thing so needs to be done away with. So....much....hatred....for...Canadian...institutions.... Deal.

Now as a happy aside, I did notice on George's MySpace that he has listed under people he'd like to meet... "You." As in me. I also read in TV Guide (don't judge me) that his ideal woman would be humble, compassionate and have tattoos. Score! It's just a matter of time.... heh....

here's the story...of a lovely lady...

Back in the summer, our friends held a luau. That's right, a luau. They had everything - tiki torches, leis, drinks with umbrellas - no pig on a spit, but that's ok - they even had specially-created luau CDs - courtesy of yours truly. I have a bit of a reputation for creating fairly well-crafted music CDs for various occasions. It all started with girls' weekends, because you just KNOW you need some serious girly music when you're lying in the sun drinking way too many vodka coolers and reading trashy magazines. You know you need to hear Sister Sledge and Erasure and music of that ilk at least once during the weekend so you can dance on the deck all drunk-like and tell your friends that you love them as you reminisce about drunk dancing at university, etc. It's all good for the soul.

Anyway, I've made CDs for kitchen renovation celebration parties, Canada Day parties, Christmas parties and even made one for Charles' birthday last year with some of his fave tunes. It's fun and legal (I get the tunes from iTunes, and I'm not selling the discs, in spite of Mia's big idea at girls' weekend this year) and I like to do it. So. When Mia asked me to make a soundtrack for her luau I was flattered. So I got straight to work checking out the Hawaiian and luau-related stuff...and people, can I tell you something? This has GOT to be pretty much the worst music in the world. Now I like all kinds of music, I'm open to pretty much everything. But a couple of minutes of this stuff made me just about gouge out my own eyes. My apologies to those of you who might enjoy a good Hawaiian Wedding Song or War Chant but for me it was rough going. So I got all creative and started incorporating sort of Hawaii-related terms or attributes to the songs. For instance: Charlie Don't Surf by The Clash? Sure, why not. Veruca Salt's Volcano Girls? Definitely. So you get the drift, right? Good.

Okay, so we're all there and we're luauing and chatting and eating, and someone comments to Pete what a great party, how festive everything is and Pete says, "yeah thanks, and now all we really need is that tiki idol that the boys found and then Greg wipes out surfing, remember that?" And I jumped up from my seat shouting "yes, yes, OH MY GOD yes!!!" like some sort of pop culture-starved madwoman. And honestly? At that point I kind of was. See, it's like this. That Brady Bunch episode had been on my mind since I knew I was going to a luau. I can't think of Hawaii ever without thinking of the Bradys heading there and that whole 3-part adventure, with the tabu and Vincent Price and, well, everything else that is so ridiculously clear in my mind. So why did I not bring it up at the start of the party? Because historically, I am nearly always the popular culture reference person at pretty much any event. Why? Because people, I swear to you, for every thing that could possibly ever happen, there is some sort of pop culture reference. And I'm not just talking Seinfeld stuff here. I'm talking Brady Bunch and Batfink and Leave it to Beaver and Scooby Doo and Quickdraw McGraw. I'm talking The Trouble with Tracy and Zoom and Hodgepodge Lodge. I could go on... And see, what happens is, my trivia-filled brain sees a situation as it's happening, immediately jumps to a lost episode of The Monkees, and makes the connection. Feeling oh-so smart and for some unknown reason, brilliantly current, I then let everyone else in on this connection, only to be greeted by - you guessed it - cricket sounds. So. After many years of hearing crickets, seeing blank stares and uncomfortable post-comment drink sipping followed by subject-changing and backing slowly away, I've learned to control my pop culture outbursts. Because when you have to explain the reference, it totally loses it's jazz. This is why when Pete made the Brady Hawaii connection (and even, god love him, proceeded to sing the little music bit that characterized the unluckiness of the idol) all that pent-up Brady goodness just flowed like out of me and I spent a good 15 minutes in discussion of that episode, with people who felt the pop culture love and understanding. And yes, I felt much better afterwards.

Friday, October 06, 2006

if only I'd known...

See what you get for listening to the CBC? On Freestyle the other day, I learned about Dead Celebrity Soulmate Search, so I've posted my results, and I think I've done rather well for myself, although I'll always wonder if Edgar Allan Poe would have been the better choice, I suppose...

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

listening to you...

I needed a few days to let it all sink in, but I think I'm finally prepared to write about the magic that was The Who in London last Saturday evening. Wow. Just....wow. Such an incredible night - actually the entire weekend was incredible - but to be there, seeing that band live once again, surrounded by some of the most wonderful friends I have, well I'm not sure that any words can do it justice. But, since it's me, I'll give it a go...

:: Ready, Steady, Go! ::
We started the day with a good solid breakfast of concert DVDs. Live at the Isle of Wight, followed by a Live in Boston chaser, just to get in the mood, and especially for Viv, who'd never seen Boston, and had only seen bits of IOW. Carly and I, of course, have both shows completely memorized, but then we're freaky that way. So then, with Viv fully initiated into the cult of Who worship, and with the three of us now completely in the mood to ROCK, we proceeded to head out to get me to my hair appointment. That's right, I said hair appointment, please don't judge me. I will get to the effects of my ultra-shiny locks later... Then back to the house to wait for Ann, who arrived just on time looking like the fabulous rock chick she is, and then we were off! Well, we were off after I found my driving glasses and checked for the tickets about 8 times....but THEN we were off!!

:: Amazing Journey ::
The 403/401 west is never my favourite route to travel - it's boring and straight and unchangeing and did I mention boring? In a way though, I was thankful for the boringness of it, since the weather alternated between crappy and beyond crappy - rain/fog/wind/more of the same only worse - you get the picture. I did manage to get us there (with a slight detour that wasn't anyone's fault, really) and after some tense moments in the lobby waiting in the registration queue, tapping our feet and sighing, we checked into our hotel rooms. Finally, up to our rooms to change and get ourselves tarted up for the night. No time for a drink, although god knows I could have used one after that drive, but back down to the car we went, and off to meet more Who fans for dinner downtown.

After a great dinner, some good chat and just enough wine, we made our way to the venue. At this point we were all pretty excited (understatement of the century? perhaps...) and Viv, Carly and I went to find our seats. Which were awesome. 11th row on the floor, almost right smack dab in the middle - honestly, the best seats I'd ever had for any concert ever. So then, back out to check out the merch and the other fans out there. Concerts are always awesome for people-watching, aren't they? We heard the opening band start up and knew it wouldn't be long before we'd be in there!

And then we were in there! And it was loud! And so unbelievably incredible! And we were so close! It was just wonderful to hear and see everything. Impossible to take my eyes off the stage, trying to take in just exactly what I was seeing, it was nothing short of magic. Wow. And I'm sure my shiny hair was the reason Roger kept looking directly at me throughout the concert. Really. He was. I would swear on a stack of something. Or maybe it was just the aromatic smoke wafting around that made me hallucinate. Whatever. It's all good.

And then...just like that...it was over.

:: The Song is Over ::
But, like good fangirls, out we went to the stage door and hung out with lots of other Who fans waiting to see who would come out. And that night, it was Pete. After he had some photos with some contest winners (or something like that, we can only assume) he made his way down the line of fans and all of a sudden he was right in front of me. Looked directly at me for a split second, and then moved on. Lots of people had albums and tickets and other things out for him to sign, but I didn't. Which is perhaps why he looked at me like I'm an idiot, but that's ok. Just seeing him there was beyond cool.

So. One of the best nights of my life? It so ranks right up there. Thank you, my amazing friends, it's hard to believe this was over 4 years in the making, that the last time The Who came through here we didn't even know each other. I believe we were meant to be there together, and I can't imagine having been there with anyone but you.

And now, to quote Ross Halfin about The Who: "Still the greatest live rock and roll band in the world, ...and if you don't believe me you can fuck off."
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