i just remembered the album mermaid ave. i used to love this album. it's been lost in transitions from one music-hoarding robot to the next.
as i download songs i once bought, i listen to them one by one and i love them again. welcome back to the forebrain, songs. who else is hiding way in the back?
did i tell you about the new year's eve party? i think i didn't. it was 11.59. we were standing on the patio outside a three story house. a panic gripped the place as people started to realize no tv's were on. no radio. nobody has a second hand on the eve of 2008. how were we gonna count down with no ball to watch drop? with no official count? so i elbowed the dude next to me and said "30." when i said "29," he was with me. by "27" his gang and mine were on it. in short order, the patio fell in line. and then the house. if you look at the moment of midnight to be a portent of the year to come, i'ma totally be the boss of 2008.
yeah. i've been away. at first there was career momentum that felt like it didn't belong on the blog. like i'd jinx it by writing it down. exciting stuff. then there was this strike and all that momentum just died. also not worth recording.
also, this show, the monthly show was a good receptacle for the writing. and the momentum stuff needed seeing-to. blogging about the writing i was doing when there was more writing needing doing wasn't my scene, grandpa.
now my blog's kinda become a spot where i put the stuff i wanna see. a lazy bookmark site for webcomics and such. youtube favorites list.
and then i had nowheres else to put that amusing military jargon i got straight out of iraq. so i dumped it here. and lukas thought it was funny that it was the first actual content in what turns out to be a while.
new-fashioned military slang: butt to nut. as in "we're packed in here tight, we're butt to nut." bohica. acronym for "bend over, here it comes again" suck start a .45. as in "i'm gonna..." or "you ought to..."
ducks in a row. contracts done. negotiations too. three months it took where we were in the dark. lawyers working. no updates.
now that it's finally time to move forward, the town is gearing up for a writers' strike. The Man is buying up bbc and other cable shows and hunkering down. the guild has voted 90% in favor of authorizing the strike. we're ten days away.
can we put to rest the thing where someone breaks or adds to the tension by saying "awk-waard!" in a fey voice? i am embarrassed to have just heard it in an ad for evan almighty.
and now i hear al brooks doing v.o. for a blockbuster commercial. shouldn't that be a shame?
someone commanded that the crowd cut footloose, and then they did. the crowd cut footloose, but not as footloose as their commander.
also, a heavily tatted girl sang 'tainted love' in a seductive way that ruled.
but the best moment was after a godawful girl sang horribly, making everyone in the place hate the idea of singing, the karaoke host said into the mike "well that was fucking atrocious," before calling up the next singer.
