Space Dance

http://www.minipouce.com/real/magicfly.wmv

You collect Yr Trust Fund baby/And I'll be a whore/And we'll pretend we're just the same but...

I know i KNOW i know i know i know that-

Whoa. Check it: Bikini Kill moment.

*Insert groan from brent about my hyperfeminism, as well as CMAN's groan for the supposed emo change in my blog title. Ever listen to The Sounds? If I weren't me, I'd be laughing hysterically at me. Wait, I am me and I'm laughing.*

This week has been shaped by

GETTING PAID BUT NOT WORKING
If I have left you a random myspace comment, email etcetera, it’s because I didn’t have one fucking iota of work to do today. Nadda, zip. And making coffee was my only other activity.

CRASS
Fuck, I nearly was the Berkertex Bride/bribe!

SEEING FAKE AND BAKE NEW GIRL
She’s the new Bekertex Bribe. And unstylish (sport sandals? wtf!). Certainly not the type to appreciate your luxury jewelry purchases. Yet I felt nothing but incredibly sorry for her-

DARTMOUTH
Went on a luxury voyage with Godwin. Exploring such delicacies as Value Village and sketch-as-fuck pawn shop, whilst enjoying slushies,drunk on way too much candy.

PINOT GRIGEO
And burlesque that made for a mighty fine Friday night with my darling partner in crime and sassy Molly.

THE FINAL SCENE OF WHO FRAMED ROGER RABBIT
Amy made me watch this at 3am because it traumatized me as a child. You know, the part where the villain’s eyes are spinning red and white, and then he melts into a pile of goo. I'm glad to say that I made it through.

SEVERE EMOTIONAL TRAUMA/RAT DEATH...
As I witnessed a rat the size of a cat get struck by a cars repeatedly AND DIE, while I was waiting for the bus sat night to go to Hell - a mere 5 ft in front of me. The couple upstairs ran down screaming because they thought it was a kitten.

A MOMENT IN HONOUR OF SAVANNAH
As I unabashedly gave my phone number to a sexy man.

A STOLEN KISS
I’m not saying from whom.

Here's to Crass!

Smother Love

Crass! Where have you been all my life? Political cynicism about love and marriage? Best. Thing. Ever.

The true romance is the ideal repression
That you seek, that you dream of, that you look for in the streets
That you find in the magazines, the cinema, the glossy shops
And the music spins you round and round looking for the props
The silken robe, the perfect little ring
Will give you the illusion when it doesn't mean a thing-

Step outside into the street and staring from the wall
Is perfection of the happiness that makes you feel so small
Romance, can you dance? D'you fit the right description?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you want me for your own?
Do you love me, say you need me
So you know that I'm the one
Tell me I'm your everything, let us build a home!

We can build a house for two, with little ones to follow
The proof of our normality that justifies tomorrow
Romance, romance
Do you love me? Say you do
We can leave the world behind and make it just for two!

Love don't make the world go round, it holds it right in place
Keeps us thinking love's too pure to see another face
Love's another skin-trap, another social weapon
Another way to make men slaves and women at their beckon
Love's another sterile gift, another shit condition
That keeps us seeing just the one and others not existing
Woman in a holy myth, a gift of mans expression
She's sweet, defenceless, golden-eyed, a gift of gods repression

If we didn't have these codes for love, of tokens and positions
We'd find ourselves as lovers still, not tokens of possessions
It's a natural, it's a romance, without the power and greed
We can fight to life the cover if you want to sow a seed

Do you love me? Do you? Do you? Don't you see they aim to smother
The actual possibilities of seeing all the others.

Don't believe the Florist when he tells you that the roses are free.

This weekend was shaped by:

Pathetic Fallacy:
During a long walk home thru a Lear-esque storm. Soaked to the fucking bone. But luckily, I wasn't alone.

80s party:
Where I realized that despite the theme, I would have worn the exact same thing.

A/V cd Release
We danced for our lives. I got to sing a solo. And Brad kissed everyone-our very own posterboy for the textbook case of what E can do.

Quantatitve ratio analysis:
2:1 versus 1:1; the former proving the subsequent preference of the evening


Black Flag
The latest band as part of my new hardcore punk obsession.

Perks
Is open 24 hrs. How do I know this? Amy and I hung out there from 4ish until 6:30am. Because we can. That's why.

AND
A very productive and fun band practice and another new song, battle of the BBQs (Brent wins), scaring the bejeebus out of Godwin in his van, along with a new fondness for nesquik etc.

-Is that, like, folky and shit? *silence* -ok, I guess so.

This week has been shaped by:

Rhetorical Questions with useless answers:

-Brad, why does everyone turn gay?

-….*shurg* hey… it’s the 90s.

-Brad, I knew your answer wasn’t going to make sense, but you could at least get the century right.

Explanations:

-clearly, his odd appearance is an outward manifestation of his mutated genetics. werid.

-ok...that’s not very nice... haha. But- oh my, that's offensive and funny.

Acronyms:

SITFU:

Pronounced seefoo!

Meaning: suck it the fuck up.

Songs:

by Bad Brains

AND
a reality check phonecall from kelkel (putting on ring, taking off ring), first full week of professional legal jenny,some visitings(offending musical tastes and promptly leaving),several recording sessions, a new tube of lipstick etc.

Tonight=bbq!!! meat lovers only, you stupid bastards.
&Amy's bday! Party dresses!
&A/V cd release!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Today I got 2 party dresses for the price of one...

...and it felt better than sex. So take that!!!!!!! I don't need any of you!!!! Muahahahahhahahahh teeeeee wheeeeeeeeee! Annnny of youuuuuuu!
*she said while manically rolling about in luminescent purple taffeta*

Ahem.

I awoke early for some frenchies/vintage store shopping, with so many great finds that afterwards I sped out to the cottage like I was on drugs, while I listened to white noise, no less (thanks new wave).

The rest of the day: lots of sun and fun at the cottage. Does anyone else find mowing the lawn Meditative? I do.


I froliked, barefoot and bikinied, allll the day long.

My brother made fun of my armpits: "What is this? Do you have a muskrat in a headlock or something??"

He then hit a squirrel on the head with a wrench and farted in my face-
Good to see that some things never change.

And now I'll go to bed with some Thackeray. All is well.

1-2-3. You took your clothes off/ I started to laugh...

I had an epiphany when I listened to Angry Samoans for the first time. This happened 2 days ago.

I'm going to amherst for mom's day to be a good daughter. Sorry I couldn't make your show(s).
No greasy pizza and statues of fetuses, just frenchies,some quality meals and some nature- and unfortunately, but surely, some crazy encounters with hicks/ people with babies from high school.
Here's a crossword to do while I'm gone:

XTC!!!This has made my day/month, even:

Oh, YES!
andyandyandy.
even better than I'd ever imagined:

re re re re recording.

Last night, I had a dream that we got our factor application news back, and Andrew wanted to sit there patiently and read through everything, but eventually I just tore it out of his hands to see the last page.

We didn't get it.

In the dream-as I would be in real life- I wasen't surprised.

yesterday we got a lot of recording done. I showed andrew some more of my new songs and he concluded: those are songs that a real band would write- congratulations! Real bands work hard and evolve(usually over a bit of secret working time). This is nice. I'm glad I'm in a real band now.

I was very pleased, because andrew is one picky son of a bitch. I'm very excited; the 'new' hotshotrobot direction will be very satisfying, everyone. So, please be patient and don't forget about us. For now, you'll just have to take my word for it.

In other news, Kel-kel recorded vocals with a top40 eurodance chart star out in winnipeg. Holy shit! I would post the song, but it's still 'top secret' (you know, labels control release). It's so fucking catchy, and I don't even like dance!!! GAHHHH!!!

Last night, I was sucked into the vortex of Bearly's, yet again. Good times. Bennie & the Jets, Whip it, and These boots are made for walking- all in a row! I sang some WHAM!, Christian and Dale proved themselves as kareoke subverts by rapping/beat boxing zepplin's 'all my love'and then walking off the stage before the song was over. Mimi nearly punched them in the face. hehe.

Good morning, Harbour Hopper.

Ahhh. Nothing says summertime like the lumbering heavy sound of a military vehicle passing by, paired with incessant perky babbling. Harbour Hopper,you bastard- you woke me up. It's been a busy week. Shame on you.

This past week is that I was given the perfect contextually appropriate situation to use 'Thurston hearts the who'; even involving Thurston. This tickled me in ways I can't/won't even attempt to explain:

If Sonic Youth thinks you're
cool does that mean everything
to you if you think
Sonic Youth is cool and you
think that they think that
you're not that cool does
that mean everything to you
does that mean everything to you
thurston hearts the who
how about you


.........Who's the Thurston of The fax? I don't heart The Who. DO YOU?

Sad song ban

For the past month or so, my appartment has been a sad song free zone.
Cock Rock=great
Riot Grrl rock=even better

Today, crazy Dave put in Hayden, but I didn't have the heart to tell him about my ban.
And that Hayden reminds me of ________.

But then Dave said: I like to put on this cd and sing and dance around my room.

So I decided: this is what Hayden will remind me of from now on.

He proceeded to sing and waltz while I painted my toenails, smiling.

Crush lottery

I won!

I want crushes like this to happen all the time:
Meet a Crush
+crush goes home
+months pass
+forget about it
+crush comes back
+kisskisskisskiss!!!!!!!

=YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

...I won!

Great party. Great kareoke.

Pre-kareoke

Dear lovelies,

There will be pre-Bearly's drinky social tommorow night at my place anytime after 8ish. Not trying to steal your thunder, Lindsay- this can be a post-potluck event! Beardo, we may have to break out the Supertramp.

call or pm me for address if you don't know-

WARM WELCOME/ WITH A STAB IN THE BACK!

So much. Great fucking weekend.

Despite a few issues of divisiveness and ego, Friday’s show was great. Considerable turnout. A/V killed and much dancing was had. Philip dug our cover of Explode Upon Impact; I’m glad because he rules. Lots of dear friends couldn’t make it at the last minute, but Amy reigned supreme as my #1 party partner in crime, and what a long party-night we had. I’m proud (or maybe ashamed, I’m not sure), to say that I have watched virtually every Midnight Oil music video ever made- in all their Australian nationalistic, hyper-environmentally conscious glory.

So much fun was to be had, that there wasn’t much need for sleep.

Had supper with my Dad. I’m now law-girl-for-reals. I got a job as an Admin Legal assistant. Everyone is very relieved that I’m doing something productive (myself) etcetera. I wish you were working there too, CMAN- come visit with some pepsi xox.

Sat night- Haley called me down to the One World to watch her play with Juan Love. I’m very glad she did. They are my new favorite localish band- I can’t wait to get my hands on their new recording. HUGE fan.

After, I hung out with Savannah and we headed to Gus’ (Congrats, Radiator Collective) which involved a cathartic rock/dance-out to Excalibar. I’m going to miss her and Dave so much. They are among the very few people whom I tell absolutely everything to- and if you’re thinking, ‘I wonder if they even know about…’YES they do-- everything- but I have promised to keep them informed via steamy letters when they are in the woods.

Team walkhome hit a few parties on the long north–to-central-to-south way home. Topics of convo ranged from sexual catharsis to plot inconsistencies in Disney’s Lady and Tramp. I decided to paint my kitchen lime green and get a kitten. We'll see.