My parents just got home. They’d been gone all day, though I didn’t know where they were. I figured they were pre-bowling for their bowling league, since they are going on vacation in a few days. I was partly right.
Turns out they decided, at the spur of the moment, to go out after bowling and buy a brand new car.
On top of that, they’re paying over $600/night for a hotel later this year at the Grand Californian hotel at Disneyland (they could have gotten a room for under $100 per night across the street).
So much for all the complaints they always have about how broke they are.
I love this. The way you hear musicians not just tuning to the C note, but getting in one last practice run on certain parts of the music.
Back when I was playing trumpet (before I realized just how bad I was at it), I always thought it would be fun, if I ever played a show like this, to play completely unrelated selections of music during the tuning.
As the orchestra was getting ready to start playing the overture for The Barber of Seville or Phantom of the Opera, and while everyone else is tuning up and playing related pieces to make sure they had the fingering right, I’d be busting out a little Star Wars or Indiana Jones.
You know, just to make people wonder for a moment whether they were at the right show.
Of course, once the overture started I’d be all business and play the right music. I just thought it would be fun.
And yet, it’s Republicans who always cry out in fear of voter fraud. But then I suppose no one fears being robbed more than a thief.
If you have to cheat to win, guess what? Your ideas suck.
If you live in Florida, contact the county and make sure you’re still registered. Or register again. Whatever it takes. Don’t let Florida hand the election to the wrong guy because of their inability to run a fair election. Again.
She called just to let me know that he had left some money to my older sister (same parents) and my younger sister (same mother, but he was not the father and knew it — it’s why he and my mom divorced 30 years ago). The kids that he adopted with her are getting a cut. But she wanted me to know that I wasn’t getting anything.
I guess she wanted me to feel bad for not visiting him for Thanksgiving when we knew he was on his last legs. I don’t. If anything, it just made it easier to keep hating him, and maybe turn up the volume on the feeling.
I didn’t expect anything when he died…he never gave two shits about me when he was alive, why should that change now that he’s dead? But to call and make sure that I know that I’m the only one who was left out is a fucking asshole thing to do.
How much money would it take for you to cut off your pinkie finger (actual amount required)?
Probably quite a bit. When I play my PSP, my thumbs are on the controls, my index fingers on the L and R buttons, my middle and ring fingers support the back of the PSP, and my pinkies are along the bottom to rest the PSP on. I’d have to learn a whole new way to hold it if I lost a pinkie.
I’m sure I could survive just fine without a pinkie (it’s not quite on par with the thumb as far as usefulness is concerned), but I bet I used it a lot more than I think I do. I certainly would take a lot longer to type capital letters without a pinkie with which to hit the SHIFT key.
Plus, what kind of story would it make? I mean, it would be one thing if I lost a pinkie in some accident, or in a fight with a bear. I’d have a great story to tell about the experience. But “Some guy offered me some money and pulled out a cleaver,” while it can indeed be woven into a tale, doesn’t have the same feel to it.
Also, I’m kind of used to being poor.
So if I have to put a price on my pinkie, I’d have to go very high…at least $10,000,000. Because if I’m going to give up a body part for money, it’s going to be enough money to where I never have to worry about money again.
Plus, that would pay for, like, three weeks at Disney World.
But think of those lives you can enrich while you may have the opportunity. : )
That’s one reason that I told her to go ahead and put in a good word for me. Maybe the Disney in me can bring out the kid in some of them. If I end up working there, it’ll be my goal to keep a smile on their faces whenever possible.
My mom wanted to know if I wanted her to talk to the assisted living facility where she works about me working there (“assisted living facility” is what we used to just call an “old folks’ home” until my grandma went into one…and ended up at he same one where my mom currently works).
She said that there weren’t any openings, but some people may be rage-quitting soon due to drama with the boss. Since I’ve been unemployed for almost two years, I said yes…but I really hope I can handle it.
For one thing, I have no medical training. I mean, I learned CPR in 4th grade, and I’ve used it, but that’s it. I’d be scared of getting into a medical situation alone and not knowing what to do.
Then, there’s the bathing. It’s a position where bathing the residents who can’t bathe themselves is part of the job. I mean, sure, I did it with my grandma a few times, but it’s not exactly a pleasant thing to do.
Worst of all would be watching people die on a regular basis. My mom just works on the weekends, but every week she comes home talking about another set of residents who died over the course of the week. Sure, with some of the ornery ones (mom says there are quite a few), it may not hurt so much, but I’ve spent enough time there to know that there are a great many awesome people living there as well. Watching them die, as a regular part of the job, would really suck.
I need a job, so in that sense I hope that something opens up and they give me a shot.
But, as a human with feelings, I also hope that nobody quits and I don’t get a shot.
Howdy Mr. Vee! What's your favorite regional colloquialism? In SW Ohio, people say "bath'd" instead of bathed. Like if you said "bath" and added a d. Actually, it annoys me. Anyhow, I digress.
My own colloquialisms are from all over the place. Sometimes on here I’ll see things like “down here in [insert state here] we just call all soda Coke.” And then I feel weird because I grew up in California, and for a very long time, I called all soda Coke. I graduated to calling it “soda” after living in Chicago, where everyone called it “pop,” which wasn’t my cup of Coke tea. I wanted to be different, but didn’t want to be different AND inaccurate.
My dad (the original one) is from Oklahoma. My grandmother on my mother’s side, who did most of the actual raising of me (the part that wasn’t done by TV and friends’ parents), was from Ohio. I watched children’s television produced all over the country (and even some from Canada, like You Can’t Do That on Television). And since I grew up in the L.A. area, some Spanish colloquialisms were a given that I would pick up.
So most of he time I hear a local colloquialism, odds are that I won’t think of it that way…the yumptos (“I’mma eat, yumpto?”), the verklempts, the howdys, the hosers, the wicked pissahs, da Bearsss, the homies, the vatos..they’re all just different parts of our collective language, and I don’t tend to think too much about the origin of those slang terms on a map.
I do have one, though, that I enjoy and can trace to a certain area of the globe…I just have to go overseas to do it. There’s just nothing like a British “bloody hell.” I love the phrase, but I sound like a hoser if I try to use it.
I will also accept “fucking hell” or “bollocks” if no little kids are around.
I know most hardcore DT fans dislike Falling Into Infinity, but I think it’s their best album.
Honestly, when it comes to most bands I get into one or two albums, then I sort of have my fill and stick with what I know. For example, Pearl Jam’s Ten and vs. are forever ingrained into my head, but only a couple songs off “Vitality” really grabbed me…with Counting Crows, I’m a huge fan of August and Everything After and Recovering the Satellites, but I never got into their later four albums.
I was the same with Dream Theater. Back in the early 90s when I worked for Sam Goody, we got a promotional cassette of the Images and Words album to play in the store…but since our store’s demographics weren’t really Dream Theater’s. We sold a ton of rap and R&B, plus a fair amount of popular rock and alternative (Nirvana was huge…this was when Nevermind was new) — we were free to play anything, but we tried to play what would sell. I did get the boss’ permission to open Willie Nelson’s Across the Borderline album, mostly because one of my coworkers was a drummer in a local heavy metal band, and I wanted to play it to tease him…he ended up falling in love with that album and his band covered a couple of the songs (which were songs that Willie was covering to begin with).
Nobody really wanted to play Dream Theater, so I took the tape home (with the blessing of my boss, of course). I fell in love with it. When Awake came out in 1994, I bought it the day it was released. At one point, I picked up Falling Into Infinity, but Take Away My Pain was the only song that really grabbed me. I kind of let the group fall by the wayside.
But last night, when I went on YouTube to grab the audio, I checked out a few more of the songs off the album and ended up downloading quite a few of them (I use video2mp3 to grab the music or, on the rare times that doesn’t work, I just record it as it plays with GoldWave sound editing software, which I’ve used for years - well worth $49 for a lifetime license if you want to play with audio files).
After reading a little about the album, and the record label’s interference in the making of it in dictating the style, I can understand why fans wouldn’t be very quick to embrace it…but there’s still some damned fine music on it.