ooh, ohh... that's what i wanted to do!
okay, a little game/contest for y'all
The other day, in the shower, I started singing and it went a little something like this:
Oh yes, it's ladies night, and it feels alright, Oh yes, it's ladies night, Oh, what a night, Late December back in '63, Now it was January 1963, When Johnny came home with a gift for me, He said I bought it for you because I love you, and I bought it for you 'cuz it's your birthday too, They say it's your birthday, It's my birthday too, yeah, They say it's your birthday, We're gonna have a good time, I'm glad it's your birthday, Happy birthday to you, Yes we're going to a party party, I would like you to dance, Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine, You can dance, For Inspiration, You're the meaning in my life, You're the inspiration, You bring feeling to my life, You're the Inspiration...
and when it got to that point... I had to make myself stop. Honestly. I had to force myself to stop.
Shake my head, hard.
Stop.
This is the contest: break the "song" apart into seperate pieces correctly, name the song and artist of each piece...
Win a "HUMAN JUKEBOX" button. Everyone can win, so don't post the answer in the comments.
E-mail me -- link is below.
Check the comment section as I will give hints, although I do think this one is pretty easy.
Oh, and don't be a party pooper and tell me I got the lyrics wrong... 'cuz I didn't.
It's my goddamn song.
Friday, August 29, 2003
Problems:
* No Respect.
I am a well versed, highly experienced radio disc jockey. No one except for Josh Franta and Josh Upson seem to recognize
that. Am I really surprised that I probably won't have a show on WIDR this semester? No. Disappointed? Quite.
Still wish that I was a student at Western so I could leave my mark.
Still dread the thought of being a student at Western.
* Work.
This will ultimately be the final week that I have to work a six day work week. Hopefully...
I do need to stress the fact that a pay raise and possible job description change are a must. And Soon!
Still do enjoy the work... however frustrating the buracracy is.
Things in the works:
* Moped Army Hoodies
* Button Up // K-Zoo Badge Art
* G/F/S - (errr... No, not Gordon Food Service)
Listening to:
* The Constantines - Shine A Light and S/T
* The Talking Heads- Speaking in Tongues
* Tarwater - Dwellers on the Threshold
* No Respect.
I am a well versed, highly experienced radio disc jockey. No one except for Josh Franta and Josh Upson seem to recognize
that. Am I really surprised that I probably won't have a show on WIDR this semester? No. Disappointed? Quite.
Still wish that I was a student at Western so I could leave my mark.
Still dread the thought of being a student at Western.
* Work.
This will ultimately be the final week that I have to work a six day work week. Hopefully...
I do need to stress the fact that a pay raise and possible job description change are a must. And Soon!
Still do enjoy the work... however frustrating the buracracy is.
Things in the works:
* Moped Army Hoodies
* Button Up // K-Zoo Badge Art
* G/F/S - (errr... No, not Gordon Food Service)
Listening to:
* The Constantines - Shine A Light and S/T
* The Talking Heads- Speaking in Tongues
* Tarwater - Dwellers on the Threshold
Monday, August 25, 2003
So, some of you may have already found them...
while others you may have looked on the 22nd, found nothing, and haven't been back since...
needless to say...
THE PICTURES ARE NOW UP!!!
www.photocolleen.com
No, I'm afraid we aren't under the featured wedding... damn.
while others you may have looked on the 22nd, found nothing, and haven't been back since...
needless to say...
THE PICTURES ARE NOW UP!!!
www.photocolleen.com
No, I'm afraid we aren't under the featured wedding... damn.
Sunday, August 17, 2003
So, I've been challenged to update my weblog a little more frequently...
My wife has made the challenge... and so... I will meet it.
So far, married life has not been all that much different than what life was like before we got married. I didn't have any delusions of grandeur or horror that things would change.
(I think people who get into marriage because they think their lives will be change for the better are insane and have expectations that have already doomed their marriage.)
Although, Allison somehow feels that I've duped her into marriage, and now have revealed my true self... a sports-loving, miniature-wargaming, comic-book-collecting-nerd.
To put that into perspective, let's examine the reality of the situation.
Sports: really only hockey and basketball, but I guess I can get pulled into a football or baseball game... a good tennis match... maybe even some NASCAR.
*joking!*
Miniature-wargaming: It hasn't come down to getting back into RPGs (role-playing games) but I've finally found some non-freak* players of an excellent miniature wargame called Warhammer 40,000. The game flows well, rules are concise and the miniatures are of excellent quality--albiet a little harsh on the cashflow.
[* the typical "gamer" considers their gaming to be their top priority--over work, over relationships, sometimes over basic-human hygine. They think their game 24/7/365. They are usually over-zealous in their gaming habits, take their characters to the extreme (sometimes adopting their characteristics/dress/language.) and overall are bad sports and usually "power-game" to a level that's outlandish, annoying, and downright stupid. Why play with people that aren't any fun?]
Comics: ONE FRIGGING TITLE!! Grendel books, that's it. Try dealing with Dahl, Weber-Kasner, or Upson my dear... REALLY!! ONE TITLE!!)
My defense, and I'm sticking to it: A guy's got to have a hobby or two.
Work has been encompassing a far greater amount of time than I would like,
but it seems that possible promotion and a raise are in the works, so maybe it will be worth it.
It's challenging in a way, not something I see myself doing forever. It's definately bareable, I'd even say that I like the work, but not something that I love.
The new house is coming along. I do not fret as much as Allison does about the state of our home.
If Deb thinks we live like slobs, tough shit. I do not wish to vaccum and Swiffer (tm) my flooring twice a day. Nor do I mind, so much, albums lying about. What I do need to bring myself to task on, is reducing the bullshit clutter. I collect a vast array of tiny pieces of paper with a url or two scrawled onto it, magazine clippings, buttons, badges, and coins in my pockets on a daily basis that I end up dumping onto my dresser nightly. It's a much smaller place, so I need to come to grips with the fact that smaller piles of shit are going to add up rather quickly to seemingly bigger piles of shit that encompass a far greater amount of space.
tbc...
My wife has made the challenge... and so... I will meet it.
So far, married life has not been all that much different than what life was like before we got married. I didn't have any delusions of grandeur or horror that things would change.
(I think people who get into marriage because they think their lives will be change for the better are insane and have expectations that have already doomed their marriage.)
Although, Allison somehow feels that I've duped her into marriage, and now have revealed my true self... a sports-loving, miniature-wargaming, comic-book-collecting-nerd.
To put that into perspective, let's examine the reality of the situation.
Sports: really only hockey and basketball, but I guess I can get pulled into a football or baseball game... a good tennis match... maybe even some NASCAR.
*joking!*
Miniature-wargaming: It hasn't come down to getting back into RPGs (role-playing games) but I've finally found some non-freak* players of an excellent miniature wargame called Warhammer 40,000. The game flows well, rules are concise and the miniatures are of excellent quality--albiet a little harsh on the cashflow.
[* the typical "gamer" considers their gaming to be their top priority--over work, over relationships, sometimes over basic-human hygine. They think their game 24/7/365. They are usually over-zealous in their gaming habits, take their characters to the extreme (sometimes adopting their characteristics/dress/language.) and overall are bad sports and usually "power-game" to a level that's outlandish, annoying, and downright stupid. Why play with people that aren't any fun?]
Comics: ONE FRIGGING TITLE!! Grendel books, that's it. Try dealing with Dahl, Weber-Kasner, or Upson my dear... REALLY!! ONE TITLE!!)
My defense, and I'm sticking to it: A guy's got to have a hobby or two.
Work has been encompassing a far greater amount of time than I would like,
but it seems that possible promotion and a raise are in the works, so maybe it will be worth it.
It's challenging in a way, not something I see myself doing forever. It's definately bareable, I'd even say that I like the work, but not something that I love.
The new house is coming along. I do not fret as much as Allison does about the state of our home.
If Deb thinks we live like slobs, tough shit. I do not wish to vaccum and Swiffer (tm) my flooring twice a day. Nor do I mind, so much, albums lying about. What I do need to bring myself to task on, is reducing the bullshit clutter. I collect a vast array of tiny pieces of paper with a url or two scrawled onto it, magazine clippings, buttons, badges, and coins in my pockets on a daily basis that I end up dumping onto my dresser nightly. It's a much smaller place, so I need to come to grips with the fact that smaller piles of shit are going to add up rather quickly to seemingly bigger piles of shit that encompass a far greater amount of space.
tbc...
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