For those about to debate ...

Okay, I've decided to take my writing and ramblings about fanfic - as well as the occasional story - to a separate blog. If you're interested, find it at: scarlet_virtue

Everything else is staying right here, where it belongs.

I came home from work early today, feeling like hell.

For the past couple of days, I'd had a sore throat and ear ache, which have escalated into a nearly-funky cough, face-ache and exhaustion. Also, co-workers asking me if I'm feeling okay ... to which I'd say, "Oh, I'm just fine." Then, I just went "fuck this" and decided to come home early - and probably take tomorrow off as well.

This sort of thing is a *huge* deal for me, as I'm kind of proud of myself for not having to use my sick time. And oh yeah, when I get sick, I turn into a major baby.

So, I went home and slept off and on for a few hours with the Red Menace sleeping at my feet, playing guard. Still feeling like crap - I'd sleep for 18 hours straight if I could!


That's my day. Hopefully this weekend will be better.

Dear Steven Page and Patrick Stump,

You have both stolen my gay.

I'd appreciate getting it back any time now.

Also, I think that my wife would appreciate it, too. (Although, I think that my wife may pounce Steve, since he's rocking that spiky hair and all...)

Love,

Carly

Yet another reason to love The Onion: Dog Breeders Issue Massive Recall of '07 Pugs

( What to look for in your recalled pug )

Okay, I've decided that since I recently started therapy (woohoo), I don't want to deluge people with those tales. So, I wanted to start a filter - I just want to know if you'd want to read along.

[Poll #990331]

Thanks for playing along! :-D

I'm feeling better than I had over the weekend - but, I guess that anything's better than feeling like an overgrown emo kid.

It's a Monday, which means that it's kind of a blah day. Probably better that way, though. None of the self-inflicted drama from the weekend.

So, how's your Monday going?

( cut for possibly TMI girl talk )


This is all to say that I take no responsibility for any stupid, irrational statements that come out of my mouth in the next several days.

First, to get the crap out of the way: I hate allergies. I've been taking Zyrtec (generic, purchased from Canada Pharmacy) - two pills a day, which means that I've been taking more than the average dose. But, this is on my doctor's recommendation {that would be my awesome allergist (the Good Doctor^TM)} - and I'm still dealing with waking up in the middle of the night with itchy ears and throat; sneezing and the contradiction of a runny/ stuffy nose.

Okay, so it might help if the place gets cleaned up - get rid of the cat hair on the floor, so on and so forth. But, in the meantime ... blah.

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Now, for that slice of Happiness Pie: I've been making mix CDs for work, so I can have some decent tunes at the office. One CD is just both of The Hush Sound CDs (Like Vines and So Sudden), and my other has The Bird and The Bee CD, as well as songs by Nellie McKay, Feist, Goldfrapp and Imogen Heap.

Are there any other themes/mixes that I could work up? Do any of you have suggestions? Honestly, I'm not very good at this kind of thing ... so I'm just happy that my new CD of The Bird and The Bee, et al. sounds remotely decent. :-)

Okay, so I admit that I wanted to be "decent" ... or at the very least, not be a snarky C U Next Tuesday about this ... but, for those playing in Dead Pools: Jerry Falwell is dead. Yep, he kicked the bucket, DFO-ed, bought the farm, pushing up daisies ... any other euphemism for death.

You know, if he does go to Heaven, I like to think that he'll get the shock of his life when he's surrounded by those "evil" feminists, lesbians and Pagans. Or, maybe South Park had it right - and he'll just go straight to Hell since he chose the wrong religion!

Anywho ... I was discussing the news with a co-worker, and we talked about what Falwell would hear when he reaches the Pearly Gates. The consensus is: "Sorry, no vacancy! Although, there are some (permanent) holding cells. IN HELL!!" So, dude, don't forget your sunblock, and don't let the gates hit you where the good Lord split ya!

Besides, as my friend docwebster mentioned, apparently there will be a protest at his funeral. Just not by queer leftists, those godless heathens. Oh no ... even better. It's In-Bred Fred and The Westboro Baptist Cult Church parishoners. Yeah ... just a little odd, isn't it? Guess the Patriot Guard Riders were getting the better of him, what with the rumble of Harley engines drowning out his rants.

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Enough of that snark. Onto something that's not being discussed as much in the blogosphere: Hard Rock songs being turned into lullabyes. Led Zepplin; Radiohead; Bob Marley; The Cure ... even Tool (yes, "Sober" has been stripped down to lullabye goodness).

What's especially disturbing to me is: Rock-A-Bye Baby - Metallica. Yeah, this one includes "Enter Sandman" - yes, a song about crib death. (The line "we're off to never never land" was originally supposed to be "disrupt the perfect family")

Yeah, just what I'm going to play for my kid. Fifteen years later, they'll be in therapy going, "every night, I felt like I was going to die. Like my family was wanting me to die..." Not worth it, dudes.

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p.s.: Kellie's really good in bed.

I've noticed something while listening to Yahoo! LaunchCast at work - specifically, listening to the "Cover Art" station; which is all cover tunes:

I'm amazed at how many covers there are of Joy Division's "Love Will Tear Us Apart". From the mediocre (can't remember) to the horrendous (Paul Young). Come on, we're talking about a song where Ian Curtis sounds like Ben Stein singing at an RNC Karaoke Night. How hard is it to improve upon *that*?


For serious, people ... how about a decent cover of the damn song? Besides the Fall Out Boy cover, mind you.