NO, seriously. DONT

DONT download this song.

**Update: Sorry the link didn’t work.  Safari has decided to be a Bitchy McBitchface with my html.  Dude, I coded that by hand… WHY did it feel compelled to strip it?? What the hell did I ever do to Safari?**

There’re no cats in america

Busy day yesterday–I’ll report a little later.  Just wanna test out Deepest Sender and see if this thingy badogger is working correctly. 

Down once more to the dungeon of my black dispair

Yeah, I’m bwoken. Usually I judge my depression level by how often I listen to The Phantom of the Opera soundtrack. But my relationship with it has been… kinda strangely cheerful lately. That’s mest up. Usually I can’t stand most fanfic, but I widdled away a huge chunk of the day reading phantom fanfic and… *cough* Stargate SG1 fanfic. Mostly oh jack! oh sam! but I digress. I don’t know if I’m actually more depressed than usual. I don’t feel like it. Usually depressed is “I hate myself and I wanna die” but I’m kind of neutral lately. But I certainly have all the symptoms. Lack of appetite (my meals were at 7am, 3pm, 11pm today, so y’know, I only eat when I’m grumpy as all hell, not cuz I’m actually hungry), complete and total exhaustion (I’ve made it through ONE day this week without a nap, but it doesn’t count because I went to bed at 9pm), reading fanfic, not working as hard on my homework… oh well. Chocolate cake will always love me.

The Unbeatable ‘Hoff.

I will never understand why David Hasselhoff doesn’t have a singing career in the US.

The playlist to bring about world peace

Part Deux.

The first playlist still has possibly one missing link, but it’s solid good stuff. So I started working on a second workout playlist, since I seem to be using it like every day, even when I go to the gym, because I’m SO SICK of their music. The second playlist is decent, but still needs some work. But when I think I have it fixed, it’ll be so bitchin’ that I will bring balance to the Force AND intergalactic peace. I mean, we’re talkin’ about the Emperor sitting down and smokin’ the peace pipe with Yoda or some shit.

On a seperate note, while the playlist is capable of bringing about world peace, it is as of yet incapable of making me not hurt during the running. Holy crap. I haven’t been running in two weeks cuz of schedule issues and crappy weather. You’d think I’d have never gone running before in my life or something. And I didn’t even finish running as long as I usually run. I got about two thirds of the way through and was like gunna collapse. So I walked for about three minutes then ran for another five, and then that was it. Usually I can push through the “must stop now” feeling, and today my widdle wegs were telling me that if I didn’t stop right then and there, then would disengage themselves from my torso and kick the crap out of my head.

For the sake of prevening something weird from happening, I stopped and walked home.

The chiropractor was awesome after that. I was like holy crap, bring on the healing. I also had an awesome voice lesson. Being able to straighten out my spine mostly really does help. I kicked the crap outta Still wie die Nacht, and it aint getting back up. Started a new German piece out of this book of 200 Schubert pieces. And I was like wow… that dude wrote a lot of music for a guy with terminal shyness. I’m unclear as to why we put Think of Me on tape last weekend if we arn’t going to work on it. It’s probably for the best. I have a terminal fear of notes above the staff. It’s best for everyone involved if I just don’t know how high something is.

The elevator is broke in the building where I take my lessons. First of all, this elevator is so old it has an elevator man. The elevator man is a very sweet elderly black lady who’s always talking to her grand kids on her cell phone. So now you have to walk up to the second floor, up this totally frightening set of steps. You go down this hallway and INTO a set of unoccupied offices. the freight elevator has a floor, a cage roof and three cage sides. The brick shaft it goes up and down has got to be unaltered (by unaltered, I mean… y’know… cleaned) in 100 years. The wording on the plaque that says there can be no passengers, only the elevator man and two trained assistance riding is priceless. I’m going to have to find the cable for my camera so I can get pics off of it, then I need to take a pic of that sign. It is full of awesomeness.

I had cash to pay to get my car out of the garage. the world is truely coming to an end, I never have cash for anything. I also had a helluva migrane, so instead of picking up comics and going grocery shopping, I came home and bemoaned my existance. I did so with an icepack on my neck. Holy crap does my neck hurt all the time now. I hope this is because they’re straightening it out. And by straightening it out, I mean putting the curve back in it. And when I say putting the curve back in it, I mean making it a nice concave neck, the way it’s supposed to be, instead of convex, like it is now, which is rather frightening to look at on the xrays. No wonder I always have headaches.

Uhh, what else is happening in happy me land? I still want to be a My Little Pony. Also, my grandfather’s doing well after the surgery. Which I am sure won’t last long. “overdoing it because I’m a big fat martyr.” thy name is ralph.

Nana’s doing ok, I guess. She asked for her blankets back. the ones my grandfather gave away to everyone. Hopefully I’ll remmeber to take that over tomorrow, and her music boxes. they make her happy.

That’s all for now, I guess. Oh yeah and my car is hideously dirty. HIDEOUSLY. I haveta go now and write myself out of a hole. Oh yeah and I have a journal article to slap together today or tomorrow. Can you believe that there’re people that a) put my crap out there for the masses to see and b) actually read this stuff? Man, I’d have started writing boring stuff ages ago if I’d have realized it was the key to seeing your name in print.

I’ve got that song in my head… you know. That song.

The one on the Brak album that Brak sings with Freddie Prince Junior. “I’m drivin’ down highway 40 in my big ole pickup truck…”

And I’m trying not to bust out into it at work. I blame the person who sent everyone in the office THIS LINK.

So sweet I’m gunna crap my pants.

Because one playlist to bring about world peace wasn’t enough, I’ve started a second one. Y’know… one for the gym, one for jogging. iPods are so sweet. How did I live without one before? my only regret is that I didn’t wait like another month… you know what apple just came out with?? yeah, you guessed it–an iPod that plays video. Now you can use iTunes to download ABC shows. THAT is so sweet i’m going to crap my pants. I completely forgive them for releasing it like two weeks after I buy my iPod. Especially since I’ve heard rumors that there’s a mod/hack for the current ipod that’ll let you stream video. I heart iPods. I heart them so much I had to join iLounge so I could talk about iPods all the time.

I’ve also made a major life decision–I’m going to upgrade to OS X 10.4 on October 21st. Mr. Snerdly, write down the day. I’m gunna spend the whole $5 that I need to for the media fee, and actually install it. Instead of just thinking of picking up a copy in Oakland and installing it. I really can live life without stickies (i’m not a complete mac whore)… but I’m noticing the mail settings are a little different, and it’s easier to talk people through something I’ve actually, y’know… seen. In my lifetime.

Holy Shit

Lina Cavalieri (1874-1944)

Aparently, the key to becoming an opera star is to have a tiny waste, then corset yourself into freakishness.

I’m going to have to get in on this. I’m sure I can have a few ribs removed, or something.

And to think I was taking solice in seeing all the pictures on this site of all the “bigger” ladies who were opera stars. I was beginning to think you needed bodymass for reverbiration or something.

Dammit, just when I was starting to feel good about myself. (Batman napalmed my arm…)

Of course, it’s not like my voice lessons have been going well lately. She thinks it’s because I’ve been sick. I think it’s cuz I suck and I really should just save the $34 a week I spend on lessons. Yes, I spend that much. And no, I still can’t figure out the magical mystery that is key signatures. Yes, I understand all the little formulas and the theories behind it, but it’s like algebra–it all works in theory, just not in actual practice.

Am I getting old? Is that what the problem is? I swear. I’ll be outta my prime before I ever get a paying gig. Probably with writing AND singing. I’m a washed up never-was-been and I’m not even 26. Oh yeah, and I’m fat and I run slow. I was actually feeling good about my superior running-ness last night. 40 minutes is practically a marathon to me. However, now my back feels like it’s going to break, I’m still fat, and no matter how personal-achievement-y I get, I’m still going to be fatter and slower than everybody else.

Damn you, Lina Cavalieri.

See the ball, be the ball

Heather will know what that means.

Ok, she wanted to know the playlist that’s two steps away from bringing us world peace.

Chanson Boheme – Opera Babes
Main Title-Alias
Wild West Show-Big & Rich
Canto Alla Vita – Josh Groban
Bring Me To Life – Evanescence
Tequilla Mockingbird -Vanessa Mae
Corynorhinus – Batman Begins (Track 11, need I say more)
Save A Horse (Ride A Cowboy) – Big & Rich
Tunisia – Alias
Theme from ‘Caravans’ – Vanessa Mae (the one that’s just a little too slow)
Real World – Big & Rich
Miserere – Andrea Bocelli & John Miles
Mi Morena – Josh Groban
Shenandoah – The American Tenors

I have to move a few songs around in the beginning, and add another song (I’m thinking Princes of the Universe by Queen)… but I think this playlist, as it stands now, could bring about at LEAST peace in the middle east. Or maybe Ireland. It’s still got enough awesomeness to like… stop world hunger.

One song short the perfect mix

yeah. nutso, huh? I have to change the order of a few songs, but I only have one song that isn’t working out. It’s Vanessa Mae, and her stuff’s usually pretty up tempo, but this one’s just a little too happy and soothing for the end of a workout. I don’t mean stretching and cooling down, I mean the last five or ten minutes when you fear you may not live. I’m not really even sure bumping it up in the playlist can help. However, it’s exactly the right length. It helps that I ran an extra 10 min tonight, but really–the cooldown songs happened at the ring time, and everything worked except that one song.

I think this playlist may actually bring about world peace.