…the who cares girl…

…happy Friday, blog logs!

One of the many (thousands) of videos by Nelson Sullivan, who I am still a little obsessed with. He fascinates me. Especially the haunting video he made the day before he died of a heart attack, where he muses that it’s his “last day”. What the hell? How did he know? Freaky.

Youtube is all different now and I can’t figure out how to put videos on my blog, but I was just listening to this song which I used to listen to a lot when I was a drunk and even though I’m not a drunk any more I still like it.

Monday was warm and sunny, and we went on our first extended walk in a loooong time.

Look at how happy Maggie is! Arf, arf, arf!

We were supposed to be looking at neighboring houses to maybe get inspired to do something modest to our hideous box of a home, but I kept getting distracted by the gorgeous flora and fauna.

I really liked this quaint little blue house, with the grapevine climbing up the side.

Also this one, with the flowering vine hanging over the front door. Sigh.

The Boy purchased me this c.d. to go with our karaoke machine, but I haven’t played it yet to see what’s on it. The back of the c.d. case is blank, and so is the c.d., so there’s no way of telling what songs are on it.

I want the karaoke version of “Paradise by the Dashboard Light” for us to do as a duet (the only Meatloaf song I’ve ever liked). The video is hilarious. Well, if you think fat, sweaty, frazzled men are hilarious. I DO!

Anyway I frequently sing the co-dependent, needy female portion of the song, really fast and obnoxiously:

I gotta know right now!
Before we go any further…

Do you love me?
Will you love me forever?
Do you need me?
Will you never leave me?
Will you make me so happy for the rest of my life?
Will you take me away and will you make me your wife?
Do you love me!?
Will you love me forever!?

Good times.

Disco Ball in the Sun , originally uploaded by majikcamera.

Best disco itunes radio station: Disco ball.

dj ruth flowers, originally uploaded by …the who cares girl….

69-year-old DJ Ruth Flowers rocks Paris clubs.

(thanks, Dlisted!)

Don’t try to tell me that you’re an intellectual
Cause you’re just another boring bisexual
“I met Andy Warhol at a really chic party”
Blow it out your hairdo ’cause you work at Hardee’s
80 pounds of make up on your art school skin
80 points of I.Q. located within

Know what you are? You’re a bunch of …
Artfags! Artfags! Artfags! Artfags!
Choke on this you Danceteria types!

- “Instant Club Hit” (You’ll Dance to Anything), by the Dead Milkmen

Sob over the beauty, please. And the wigs, OH, THE WIGS!

Hello I’m Liz and I’m a Sagittarius, I like teabagging and mint chocolate chip ice cream!

(thanks to Billy Beyond for refreshing my B-52′s loooooove)

I tried “Singles” again recently. I thought, maybe I judged it too harshly in the past. Maybe it’s not as bad as I remember? WRONG! Still awful! Not a single character who isn’t nausea-inducing! Annoying as hell! Despite the grunge-friendly* soundtrack. Speaking of grunge-friendly, yesterday I listened to “Incesticide” and Kurt Cobain’s anguished howling really hit the spot.

Yesterday at work was better. I just have to remember: do not allow yourself to get trapped by depressed/angry people who just want to shit all over you and offer nothing redeeming. Don’t do it. Stay away. You have a job to do, and it’s not psychiatrist (sometimes I wish I could dispense meds–TO MYSELF!).

I am working today but I’m bringing Maggie in, which is always nice for everyone. As long as I remember to take her outside 4-5 times to go potty, all should run smoothly. SHOULD. I’m trying to approach my day with a feeling of success! Let’s accentuate the positive, eliiiiiminate the negative!

* from the Wiki entry on “Singles” : One of the few Seattle bands of this era not to have a cameo was Nirvana, and according to Everett True’s 2006 book, Nirvana: The Biography, Nirvana frontman Kurt Cobain hated this film.