Friday Song: “The Way” – Fastball

This is a nice song.  I’m not exactly sure what it’s about, but to me it seems to be about an older, retired couple who pack up for a road trip.  Their car breaks down and they start walking, and I guess they get lost and die in the wilderness…but, they die together and are happy to do so.  The lyrics show in the video clip, but I’ll post them anyway.  Enjoy!

Fastball: “The Way

They made up their minds
And they started packing
They left before the sun came up that day
An exit to eternal summer slacking
But where were they going
Without ever knowing the way?
They drank up the wine
And they got to talking
They now had more important things to sayAnd when the car broke down
They started walking
Where were they going without ever knowing the way?

Anyone could see
The road that they walk on is paved in gold
And it’s always summer, they’ll never get cold
They’ll never get hungry
They’ll never get old and gray
You can see their shadows
Wandering off somewhere
They won’t make it home
But they really don’t care
They wanted the highway
They’re happy there today , today

The children woke up
And they couldn’t find ’em
They Left before the sun came up that day
They just drove off
And left it all behind ’em
But where were they going without ever knowing the way?


Mabon – the Autumnal Equinox

It is the Pagan holiday of Mabon today.  The equinox means that the day and night are of equal length; this also happens during the Vernal Equinox during springtime in the Northern Hemisphere.

I hate Wikipedia, but it seems to have some good information on the Wheel of the Year and the pagan holidays therein, so here’s the related article:

I love this depiction of the Wheel – I have one very much like it hanging above my fireplace.

Have a wonderful weekend.  Blessed be…

Friday song: “The Voice” – The Moody Blues

The Moody Blues is another band I absolutely adore, and The Voice is my favorite song by them. I save the ticket stubs of concerts I’ve been to, and I’ve seen them a total of 5 times in various venues.  They sound much better with the orchestra backing them up, as many of their songs were written specifically for that!
Here it is, for your listening and viewing pleasure…I like the space scenes and outdoor landscapes shown.

The Moody Blues: “The Voice

Won’t you take me back to school
I need to learn the golden rule
Won’t you lay it on the line
I need to hear it just one more time
Oh won’t you tell me again
Can you feel it
Won’t you tell me again

Each and every heart it seems
Is bounded by a world of dreams
Each and every rising sun
Is greeted by a lonely one
Oh won’t you tell me again
Can you feel it
Oh won’t you tell me again

‘Cos out on the ocean of life my love
There’s so many storms we must rise above
Can you hear the spirit calling
As it’s carried across the waves
You’re already falling
It’s calling you back to face the music
And the song that is coming through
You’re already falling
The one that it’s calling you

Make a promise take a vow
And trust your feelings it’s easy now
Understand the voice within
And feel the changes already beginning
Oh won’t you tell me again
Can you feel it
Won’t you tell me again

And how many words have I got to say
And how many times will it be this way
With your arms around the future
And your back up against the past
You’re already falling it’s calling you
On to face the music
And the song that is coming through
You’re already falling
The one it’s calling is you

Each and every heart it seems
Is bounded by a world of dreams
Each and every rising sun
Is greeted by a lonely one
Won’t you tell me again
Can you feel it
Oh won’t you tell me again

It’s International Talk Like a Pirate Day!

AAaaaaaaarrrrrrrrgh!!!!  Avast, me hearties – it be Talk Like a Pirate Day, and I be itching to get me hands on a jug of grog!  The day is young yet, so my thirst may go unquenched for the nonce, but I’ll be sure to partake plenty whence time allows!

Me mates at the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster were kind enough to remind me of the importance of this day, so here be a short history of this holy day…AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!


Funny stuff

I love to laugh.  If I find something funny, I will express my amusement just like anyone else.  The most amusing thing about this is the fact that the only fight I ever got into in grade school was because some other girl thought that I “laughed too loud”; I haven’t changed because of this, nor do I take it too heart if anyone thinks that I’m too loud in general – especially if they do the silly ‘selective’ thing and DON’T get annoyed with others who do the same thing!  I settled the fight with the grade-school girl right then and there, in very short order – one punch to her face, bloodying her nose, was all it took – then, in class the following day, I laughed even louder than before, and more often, just to piss her off more!  She just glared at me with a swollen nose and bruised eyes but said absolutely nothing…which was what should have happened in the first place!  Stupid little bitch got what she asked for and deserved…

Digressing – humor is a saving grace, in my opinion.  As has been stated many times, “laughter is the best medicine”, and I heartily agree.  Why mope, whine and complain about things?  Oh, I’m not saying that one shouldn’t feel sad, angry, or frightened when appropriate; it’s only natural to feel certain emotions when they are evoked by happenstance, circumstance, or general life events.  I am saying that, after a time, wallowing in self-pity or other nonsense is just that – nonsense.  When you moan and cry about things that happened in high school, and you’re in your late 20s and beyond, that’s when one should seek professional help.  Remembering the past is one thing – continuing to live in it is quite another!

Digressing again…people are funny.  Stupid things are funny.  Stupid PEOPLE are hilarious!  And, when stupid people say stupid things, that’s when you’re most likely to find me guffawing uncontrollably!  🙂  I also have a very vivid imagination, so sometimes a joke will send me into gales of laughter because of the visual image that popped into my head from it – for instance, I heard a guy at a bar tell another guy that they should “step outside and I’ll knock your dick in the dirt”!  I busted out laughing because at least three different scenarios blasted through my brain in an instant, and each one was funnier than the one preceding…

At any rate, one of my favorite late-night talk show hosts is Conan O’Brien.  I used to watch Jay Leno, too, but he got way too full of himself, and is far too politically biased for me to find him funny anymore.  I quit watching his show back in the late ’90s.  Conan, on the other hand, has been involved in various television shows for 18 years – he wrote skits for Saturday Night Live; wrote and produced episodes of The Simpsons, and a number of other things.  He had a talk show on the American network NBC for a long time; now, he can be seen on TBS.  His show was funnier (IMHO) on NBC, but he still manages to crack me up on a regular basis!

I wanted to post a gut-buster here, but the video isn’t working at the moment – so, here’s the Team Coco website!  You can watch full episodes here, order fan gear, etc. – hope you like it!  Of course, you can always Google “Conan O’Brien” to find his older stuff…hey, don’t expect me to do all of the work, LOL


September 11th – Reflections on the 10th anniversary

So, it’s been 10 years now.  10 years since some fanatic, fundamentalist men, under the directive of Osama bin Laden (NOT Saddam Hussein, as many people continue to erroneously believe), took terrorist attacks to a new level and flew airplanes into the Pentagon and the twin towers of the World Trade Center in New York City.  Even though I didn’t reside there and had no family or friends in the area, I was still affected profoundly by the horrifying images being broadcast that dreadful morning.

When I first turned the television on that morning, I hadn’t yet had my first cup of coffee.  Still muzzy from sleep, I was trying to figure out why the split-screen image was showing identical plumes of smoke above the WTC and the Pentagon.  At that moment, the footage of the second plane striking one of the towers was re-aired.  I needed no coffee after that – I was wide awake.

I got dressed with eyes glued to the TV set.  Every station seemed to be showing the same thing.  I couldn’t image what it was like in New York City, in the middle of all of that chaos and hell.  What the fuck was going on?!?!?  Suddenly, the skyline changed as the south tower fell.  A massive cloud of debris hung in the air and drifted slowly, as if the souls of the unfortunates in the building were still wondering when and how their corporeal forms had been discarded…

I never saw the people jumping, but I saw photographs later and they chilled me to the bone.  To feel that sense of desperation, needing to choose to jump and avoid horrific burns and/or crushing, suffocating death…I still can’t fathom that to this day.  I hope I never have to make a choice such as that – ever.

The north tower collapsed just before I shut off the TV and headed to work.  As I walked, my head was swirling – reading my daily paper seemed useless, as the news of the moment was already happening – the few people I saw as I walked all had the same expression on their faces; I’m sure they mirrored my own.

At work, everyone had their computers streaming the news, and had radios tuned to any news station available.  In the conference room, the television had been tuned to CNN and was left on all day.  My co-workers drifted in and out of the room all day…I myself did the same, when time allowed.  The phones barely rang.  Everybody was focused on the tragedy that continued to unfold.  News of the final airplane crashing in the Pennsylvania field had been broadcast.  Everything was surreal, but my thoughts still turned to the residents of New York City – nothing I was feeling could possibly compare to those who were seeing this live, in real time, on those debris-strewn streets.

I remember sitting outside at a bar with friends after work, about a week after the attacks.  The no-fly order had been lifted by this time.  In Seattle, we were accustomed to planes going overhead all the time, at all hours of the day or night, and the skies had been clear for some time.  The distant sound of a jet overhead interrupted our conversation, and all of our eyes turned skyward and followed the path of that airplane as it cruised peacefully above, leaving a thin vapor-trail in its wake.  We said nothing until it was gone…then we silently lifted our glasses and clinked them together – a silent toast, acknowledging the many deaths; yet it was also a toast to life.  Life going on, being determined to not live in fear, and celebrating the beauty of the world, evn though there are so many ugly people in it who wish to harm other human beings for stupid, petty reasons.  I’ll never understand hatred.

Reflections on Labor Day

Ah, Labor Day – a holiday that is observed in the United States, on the first Monday in September.  It is a creation of the labor movement and is dedicated to the social and economic achievements of American workers. It has been set aside to honor those “who from rude nature have delved and carved all the grandeur we behold.” (quote attributed to Peter J. McGuire, co-founder of the American Federation of Labor).  It constitutes a yearly national tribute to the contributions workers have made to the strength, prosperity, and well-being of our country.  From the U.S. Department of Labor website:
(A Wikipedia article attributes the very first Labor Day as being a creation of the State of Oregon; since I can’t verify this, I went with the DOL article instead – Wikipedia is far too mutable for me to rely on the accuracy of its contents.)

For me, Labor Day is a day to reflect on this country’s history and how workplace conditions have improved greatly, largely due to the efforts of labor unions.  For a lot of people, especially lately, in today’s political climate, “labor union” is a dirty word – similar to “socialist” or “liberal” – and is seen as a dinosaur at best; an organized gang of thugs at worst, but such views are fairly simplistic and don’t reveal the whole story, which in itself has some dark, shadowy parts.  For the most part though, labor unions have done a great deal of good for all workers, whether they’re union members or not – and they’re still around, fighting to maintain those workplace conditions, even under direct attacks by the Tea Party and other pseudo-fascist movements.

Here’s another article about labor unions, which has a bit more in-depth information:

I guess you could say that I support certain unions – police unions, though, not so much…those are the ones I consider ‘thugs’!  I’ve never crossed a picket line, even when said line is in front of a store that I shop at – I will generally refuse to shop at that store unless or until the labor dispute is resolved.  If not, I will gladly shop elsewhere.  Yes, this includes on-line shopping!  I stick to my principles no matter what; I don’t do things to impress others, I do them because I believe in them.  I’m pretty basic in that regard.

Friday song: “Fansong” – Dethklok

I love this show!  I have both seasons on DVD, and I think this song is my favorite that they do.  Not bad for a fake band, eh?  🙂  Enjoy…

Dethklok: “Fansong

You people out there give us something more than just record sales
You give us something to hate
And we hate you, you brainless mutants

Hate [16x]

You hunched and blinded mutants
Living in chat rooms
You masturbate on the sheets
Your mothers clean for you

You have lined my pockets
Overflowed with gold
You’re living with your parents
And you’re 35 years old

You’re a bunch of banks
That I’d like to rob
You’re my online cash transaction
You’re my future stocks

Transfer you like money
To a Swiss account
Spend you on an impulse buy
And zero you all out

Hate [16x]

You sad and putrid losers
Complaining on the couch
Think you’re fucking better than us?’
You can’t leave your house

Deluded little maggots
Fold your arms and frown
Go to work and make me money
Before I put you down

You’re a bunch of banks
That I’d like to rob
You’re my online cash transaction
You’re my future stocks

Transfer you like money
To a Swiss account
Spend you on an impulse buy
And zero you all out

Hate [16x]

I would like to get some sleep
But you keep buying all our things
My overhead is way too deep
For us to not make all these things

It’s way too cynical, you see?
Hating what’s supporting me
I am not you, I thank the gods
And if I were, I’d die like dogs

Die [30x]

You’re a bunch of banks
That I’d like to rob
You’re my online cash transaction
You’re my future stocks

Transfer you like money
To a swiss account
Spend you an on impulse buy
And zero you all out

You’re a credit card
That I will defile
Every time I max you out
I get a thousand miles

You’re a brand new car
That I do not need
Wrap you round a telephone pole
Shrug it off and leave

Just follow me… Down the elevator…
Through the gates… down the stairs…
Just keep on walking… through the hallway…

Now open the door…

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