Babies!!! And Music.
Jun. 18th, 2003 10:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormAhhhhh. Dug up some MP3s from two years ago or so. We're on Barstool Prophets right now -- I really should go hunting down their CDs again. I really like this stuff.
But! What you don't know is that two of the african violet leaves I started for The Other Woman have thrown up the first pup leaves. That's right, two of them are showing babies. Three left to go... I worry that they're not getting enough light in there because they do shade each other. They could probably go under her grow-lights at her place now, since it's pretty certain they have root systems enough to survive the move and maybe underwatering or whatever might happen there if I can't look after them.
So there, Other Woman. In retaliation for not being able to have the Juggler's babies I've had yours instead. ;)
I definitely feel the urge to quote song lyrics. Most of them are pretty depressing when it gets right down to it, but I'm in a sort of triumphant mood that makes them feel really nice to say.
Sometimes you'd send me a birthday card with a five dollar bill,
You know I never understood you then and I guess I never will.
My daddy gave me a name, and then he walked away.
Daddy gave me a name...
I will never be safe,
I will never be sane,
I will always be weird inside,
I will always be lame.
Now I am a grown man with a child of my own,
And I swear to you she'll never know all the pain I have known.
I'll admit I was pretty impressed when I heard that song for the first time. Sure, the whole thing isn't perfectly accurate, but it's pretty damned close. It's really, really satisfying to sing that bold part. Remember: it's a good weird, most of the time. ;) The whole thing is really satisfying, something along the lines of the way Pearl Jam's Alive sounds satisfying and buoyant. I do like a lot of Everclear, even though I can't relate to a lot of it.
I can't decide which Barstool Prophets songs to 'sing along' to, nor which pieces of them, so I think I'll have to leave that for now.
Bahamut on Otherspace's asked me to write a description for a war memorial, I need to do a garden round and start organising things by email for the poly retreat, I have those dishes to do and possibly the bike to release from bondage on the deck and put inside here. I need food today and I'll go running with Mom, and I think that's about it -- a nice quiet day that's not empty and not bursting at the seams.
Here's at it then.
But! What you don't know is that two of the african violet leaves I started for The Other Woman have thrown up the first pup leaves. That's right, two of them are showing babies. Three left to go... I worry that they're not getting enough light in there because they do shade each other. They could probably go under her grow-lights at her place now, since it's pretty certain they have root systems enough to survive the move and maybe underwatering or whatever might happen there if I can't look after them.
So there, Other Woman. In retaliation for not being able to have the Juggler's babies I've had yours instead. ;)
I definitely feel the urge to quote song lyrics. Most of them are pretty depressing when it gets right down to it, but I'm in a sort of triumphant mood that makes them feel really nice to say.
Sometimes you'd send me a birthday card with a five dollar bill,
You know I never understood you then and I guess I never will.
My daddy gave me a name, and then he walked away.
Daddy gave me a name...
I will never be safe,
I will never be sane,
I will always be weird inside,
I will always be lame.
Now I am a grown man with a child of my own,
And I swear to you she'll never know all the pain I have known.
I'll admit I was pretty impressed when I heard that song for the first time. Sure, the whole thing isn't perfectly accurate, but it's pretty damned close. It's really, really satisfying to sing that bold part. Remember: it's a good weird, most of the time. ;) The whole thing is really satisfying, something along the lines of the way Pearl Jam's Alive sounds satisfying and buoyant. I do like a lot of Everclear, even though I can't relate to a lot of it.
I can't decide which Barstool Prophets songs to 'sing along' to, nor which pieces of them, so I think I'll have to leave that for now.
Bahamut on Otherspace's asked me to write a description for a war memorial, I need to do a garden round and start organising things by email for the poly retreat, I have those dishes to do and possibly the bike to release from bondage on the deck and put inside here. I need food today and I'll go running with Mom, and I think that's about it -- a nice quiet day that's not empty and not bursting at the seams.
Here's at it then.
