Being Yen
Yen the happiest when drinking milk AND Celine Dion. Gross? Yes, absolutely.
« June 30, 2006 4:26 PM | Post a Comment | 2 comments »
Being Canadian
This is one of the best headlines I've ever seen in my life:
Canadians The Happiest When Drinking Beer and Listening to Celine Dion
Halifax Live (June 28, 2006)
Even though The Simpsons have told me otherwise...
Canada's awesome.
« June 28, 2006 5:10 PM | Post a Comment | 2 comments »
Sad pride
This past weekend was the 36th Atlanta Pride Festival. It was also known as the Most Pathetic Pride Ever. Friday was cancelled at 7pm after the main stage collapsed (it just fell a little). Saturday was cancelled at 10pm because of winds. Sunday was cancelled at 3pm because of rain (light, light rain!).
Now I may be a bit harsh about it all, but I don't think so. I've been to Allentown Pride. I've been to Harrisburg Pride. Hell, I've been to the 1st (and last) Annual Columbia Folk Festival. So, you see, I've experienced a number of pathetic events in my life. But, Atlanta Pride, you win. You were more pathetic than the two rows of vendors and the 10 foot stage at Allentown. Yes, even more pathetic than having my pal Lor**da (name partially concealed to protect her identity) tell Cosy Sheridan backstage at Columbia about me drinking a whole vat o'scotch.
I can not resist you, vat o'scotch
Actually, that was just pathetic for Cosy, having to listen to us. It was funny for Lor**da. I don't recall how I felt. Possibly because I was drunk from the scotch.
« June 27, 2006 10:16 PM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »
PSA: Keep cool
Summer is upon us and with it, oppressive don't-touch-me-I'm-gross heat. I would like to take 30 seconds to remind everyone and their pets to stay indoors during the highly sun-damaging hours of 1-3pm. Does that sound right? It's something like that.
If you have A/C, well, lucky you. If you only have a fan, that's kinda sad. If you have none of the above, I'd like to suggest removing all the racks from your refrigerator and sitting in there. Also, take any and all pets with you. You don't want to forget about them! Don't forget to put the food back in the fridge with you. You'll need something to eat while you're in there cause there's not much else to do.
Has it been 30 seconds yet? NO? Ummm...Oh, I know what else. Jonas The Cat can testify that spending time in the fridge is an enjoyable experience.
See, I thoughtfully removed the food to give him optimum space to stretch out (because OF COURSE that's not how our fridge looks all the time). Also, he has some hard lemonade to drink when he gets thirsty. He thanked me when he left the fridge hours later, a lot cooler and just a bit tipsy (but just a little, ASPCA!).
Labels: Cats
« June 23, 2006 3:34 PM | Post a Comment | 1 comments »
Random songs
I've seen lots of blogs where people list the last few songs they've been listening to as an exercise in, I don't know, making lists? But I like lists. I could make a list of why I like lists...some other day. Today I want to be a copycat and make a list of the last 5 songs that my iPod shuffled for me. Of course, I'm not actually listening to these songs since I only have ears (and eyes) for Isabelle these days. I'm just looking at the title and then moving on.
- A contretemps by Patrick Bruel - Hey, this is nice, old-timey Frenchy...ok, that's enough.
- Au moment d'etre a vous by Isabelle Boulay! - Woohoo, my iPod jamBox knows what I like. I must listen to this all first. This is one of the prettiest songs ever in the whole history of songs. The live album is a nearly perfect body of work from beginning to end.
- J'attendais by Celine Dion - Oh, Celine, I just woke up. I don't want to fall asleep again. This song comes from the album D'eux which is the biggest selling French album ever. Really, and yes, before you ask, you do look like you care.
- Everywhere by Michelle Branch - During one period in my life, I listened to The Spirit Room non-stop in my car because...I have no good reason.
- Why Georgia by John Mayer - Ok, I can not end on this song. I don't like his voice, but I got that song on a free (FREE!) compliation CD from Atlanta magazine a few years ago.
Let's see...no, the next song's embarassing, too. Ok, here we go:
- La Derniere Annee by Gerald DePalmas - I like his voice and his music, but after a while, it all starts to sound alike. I guess if I like the sound, that's not a tragic(al) thing.
And there are my totally, totally random five shuffled songs. Now back to pretty Isabelle.
« June 21, 2006 10:23 PM | Post a Comment | 1 comments »
Jean Batailleur
I don't know who Jean Batailleur was, but he sure had a sad, sad life. The word obsessed doesn't even begin to describe my current attachment to this song. Holy hell, I almost believe he's a real person and not a figment of the songwriter Zachary Richard's cajun imagination.
I heard Isabelle Boulay sing this ballad in concert last week accompanied by Robert Dethier playing a bad-ass konga. Ok, I had to look up the word konga because bad-ass bongos sounds like weed smoking was involved. And it wasn't. Not exactly... And also because he wasn't playing bongos; he was playing a konga (or conga). There, I even linked it for you so you can see that I'm not making it up. Although, it sounds like a word I might make up...
Passe la bouteille, sers-moi un verre
Plus que je bois, plus je vois clair
Y as pas d'avenir, y'en aura pas
Y a qu'l'amertume et le tracas
Pass the bottle, give me a glass
The more I drink, the more I clearly see
There is no future, there won't be any
There is bitterness and worry
Ok, I confess. I'm obsessed mostly because I find it hot that Isabelle's singing about being an alky. That's just sick. And wrong. Very, very wrong (but hot!).
Labels: Isabelle
« June 19, 2006 4:16 PM | Post a Comment | 2 comments »
Montreal
I was just in Montreal recently with my dear friend what's his name. It's on the tip of my tongue... Anyways, we had a grand time even though we had to fend off mooses and beavers. Just kidding. There were only beavers, but a whole lake of them!
We walked a damn lot around the city and up the damn mountain and stalked, I mean, saw, the prettiest woman I have ever seen in my life. What's his name would agree, except he was ogling her guitarist. I must admit, he is a beau type.
Martin Bachand
There were beaucoup amounts of attractive people in Montreal. I normally don't look but I think all the French made me notice, #1, people, and #2, people who spoke French. It was all very enlightening. And incomprensible. No, for real, I know some French. No one else in Montreal seemed to understand my "dialect" of French, though. Snobs. But really nice snobs. They were really nice and friendly people.
For more on our adventure in this very foreign city, please see these award-winning pictures on this award-winning website.
Labels: French, Isabelle, Trips
« June 17, 2006 1:08 AM | Post a Comment | 2 comments »
Pretty
I have just seen the prettiest thing ever in my life. I must show everyone:
I feel pretty and witty and gay
I was only a few feet away for two nights and I didn't do anything illegal! Props to moi (and Isabelle's bodyguards). More to come. I know you just can't wait.
Ok, ok, short version: wow, is she pretty... Long version: Oh my god, she is soooooo pretty.
Labels: Isabelle
« June 14, 2006 10:21 PM | Post a Comment | 4 comments »
Robot P. Coltrane
Robots are one step closer to making all of us lazier. I can't wait! If they'll be anything like Robot P. Coltrane from the Dukes of Hazzard, it'll be one hilarious world. No kidding, that was one funny robot. Hell, that's one funny show.
Don't look down on me like that. You know you enjoyed that show and were attracted to at least one of the cousins. They were 5 to choose from, if you include the substitute cousins. I don't. So, ok, you have 3 to choose from. I have mine. Ha ha, I'm not telling.
Or maybe these fellas are more your style...
I'm not one to judge. Oh, no wait, I am.
Labels: TV
« June 09, 2006 2:46 PM | Post a Comment | 4 comments »
Stupid lists
Ok, so I'm still here. We're going, we're going. THE CRUSH just has to finish her ice cream cone. I don't why it's taking her so long. I only bought a single scoop.
So, while we're waiting...did you see Paste Magazine's list of 100 best living songwriters? No? Good. You're not missing anything. Stupid list. Any list of best songwriters that doesn't include:
...I will not finish this sentence because I was never taught how to swear properly nor effectively. While I'm at it, any list of international songwriters has to include:
- Jean-Jacques Goldman
- Didier Golemanas
I'm not familiar with Golemanas' work for himself, but the songs he's written for Isabelle Boulay, including the mortifyingly beautiful Coeur combat, are all high quality stuff. Stuff that makes grown men cry and hold purses in public. And I'm not talking about no man purses.
Isabelle, by the way, will soon become the NEW CRUSH if this current one doesn't finish her damn cone soon. It's been two hours! Even if she's not eating the ice cream, shouldn't it have melted by now? Isn't that how ice cream works?
« June 06, 2006 8:27 PM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »
Roadtrip
Even though my chances of marriage have dwindled down to an unspeakably low percentage rate, I'm still working on my quest for holy matrimony and happily for everyone involved (except possibly the ball and chain, but I can't be sure), it's going real well.
I've made it to step #5 and while THE CRUSH is not in the cheeriest of moods (she's signing the he's-totally-at-fault divorce papers tomorrow; I'll be there at the courthouse with balloons and an ice cream cone), she's ready to get away for a while and agreed to go on a roadtrip with me. Boo yeah! Oh wait, I have to practice my serious and concerned face; not the giddy, manic one. This is hard.
Subtle difference? Yes, but it's all in the context.
But anyways, we're headed to Massachusetts after she eats her ice cream. You know who else is just as excited for the upcoming nuptials? My iPod lover! It's coming along for the ride. My know-it-all little brother knew how to install a wired fm modulator since I don't have any auxiliary inputs for a mp3 player on my stereo. Now I can begin the brainwas...winning over her heart static-free BEFORE we get to the courthouse in Boston (or Provincetown if I get desperate for more "coaxing" help). Yeah, that's going to be a tricky step and/or manuever...
But no worries now. I must assemble a perfect playlist.
- Love the one you're with by CSN- oh yes, this will be the theme song
- Can't fight this feeling by REO Speedwagon - perhaps she will empathize and take ownership of the feeling Mr. Speedwagon is singing about
- Lost in your eyes by Debbie Gibson - oh how the romance oozes out of this song wow
That's enough. I'll put these awesome songs on shuffle and then repeat and I predict something EXCITING happens before we even hit the Mason-Dixon line.
Labels: Crush
« June 05, 2006 2:04 PM | Post a Comment | 3 comments »
The Beatles
I watched A Hard Days Night for the first time at Screen on the Green and whether it was the strangely hypnotic sound system that kept modulating the volume high to low or the fumes of the cheap white wine around me, I found myself thinking, maybe some of these English Beatles aren't so bad looking...
The (English) Beatles
I'm not a fan of their music and I don't quite get their importance in music history so I'm not sure what I'm trying to justify in this sentence. Oh ya, their looks. So I looked at Paul McCartney first because he's the first I recognized. He's a round little thing. John Lennon was bigger but I noticed he has fine features, like a...woman (!). Come on, isn't he kind of pretty? I never considered George Harrison since I remember him from the Travelling Wilburys video and he was old(er) and it makes me feel weird. Um, anyways...Ringo Starr was cute in a little boy sort of way.
But then came the teenage girls. So many. First there was the screaming and running. Then came crying and lots of hugging. No one fainted in the film but I'm sure they did in real life. If nothing else, screaming like that would suck all the life out of me. I know. I tried. Just once. It was at a squirrel. Or a Backstreet Boy. Or Boys. I forget.
I hate squirrels. Besides socks, they are my mortal enemy! No, no, the bane of my existence! Up north, they're all roly-poly and jiggly-wiggly in the fall and winter and they lumber away from me when I chase them because they steal my ice cream cones. Damn squirrels. So cute but they make me want to scream....like a Beatle.
Holy smokes....
a squirrel = a Beatle?
In my world? YES. Except the Beatles aren't that cute. And they don't make me want to scream. But besides that...YES.
« June 02, 2006 7:14 AM | Post a Comment | 4 comments »
