Blogging like I’m famous.
Since I work at a newspaper, I make “don’t forget to change your clocks!” graphics. And, of course, I always forget to change my clocks.
In fact, the wall clock in my living room will finally be right again this weekend, as we never told it to “fall back.”
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Part of the whole “Moxie package” is cool music, so Kris got XM radio for the salon. Only, he hasn’t been able to get it to work yet. (No signal, need cable, wrong cable, need new cable, need time to install cable, etc.)
Until the XM works, I’ve been making him copies of my mix cds. (Well, except for the Just a Country Girl mix, cause that isn’t the Moxie vibe.) Les made us a cool Moxie Mix, too. (More! Make us more! We are greedy for mix cds!)
In all this mixyness, I found one of my old fave mixes and decided to share it with you. Because, y’know, you’ll die if you don’t know what I put on a mix cd in 2002, right?
The mix: Almost Like the First One II
The premise: I made a whole cd around the song “Living Dead Girl” and this cd was like a follow-up. Presumably, after I made the first round, I found another song to add, hence the II.
CD length: exactly 1 hour
The songs:
| Chop Suey! Butterfly Collector Song Yet to Be Sung Pavlov’s Bell Cherub Rock I Love Myself Today Get Free Give It Away Black (William Orbit mix) Hey Boy Hey Girl Pretty (Pret a Porter mix) Tainted Love Landing Sunburn Adrenaline Days Go By |
System of a Down Garbage Perry Farrell Aimee Man Smashing Pumpkins Bif Naked The Vines Red Hot Chili Peppers Sarah McLachlan The Chemical Brothers The Cranberries Marilyn Manson Moby Muse Gavin Rossdale Dirty Vegas |
Of all those songs, I paid money for two by buying the cd they were on. Two I got off a free cd that came with a magazine subscription. Two came from a cd Jaimie bought. One from one of Kris’ cds.
That’s right, folks, I illegally downloaded the rest. But if iTunes had been available to me, I swear I would’ve spent my $1.09 a song.
So in 2002, I was stealing Chemical Brothers’ songs with peer-to-peer networks and three years later, I was paying real money for the Dixie Chicks. Huh.
What ever will be next?
I call GJ to ask if there’s anything she needs from the grocery store.
She calls back and says “Two baking potatoes, four bananas, whipped topping and a gallon of 2% milk.”
“By ‘whipped topping,’ do you mean Cool Whip?” She does. Cool Whip, to me, is Cool Whip. Whipped topping is a can of whipped cream that you shoot on top of something, and it is infinitely better than Cool Whip.
“There’s something else…” she trails. “Oh, I know! Oleo.”
Now, oleo I have heard of. In the sense that when my other grandmother (Juanita) bought me a Calling All Cooks cookbook and I flipped through it and asked my mom what in the world “oleo” was.
So I say to the Geej “Oleo? You mean fake butter?”
“Laura! You don’t know what oleo is?”
Sigh.
I ask her if she means “margarine.” She says she means oleo. I ask her if she has a brand she prefers. “Whatever is cheapest.”
It’s not just me, right? People stopped calling it oleo, like decades ago, right?
For Christmas a few years back, I asked for a book on cascading style sheets. I received said book and never read it. But now I’m delving into CSS at last… so I can figure out how to create a stylesheet/template for Fleegan.com so’s Jaimie can use Movable Type to blog. She will hate it.
I have e-mailed the Hermit Crab Association to see if anyone will adopt Peter Parker and Clark Kent.
I am on a diversity committee at work. I’m not sure what that means.
There is still plastic in my front yard, but Frodo can’t get in the pantry anymore.
Kris and I came home from dinner at El Tap on Friday to find that Frodo had drug a box of cake mix out of the pantry and eaten through the cardboard. (That’s why I made cupcakes for the church’s pot luck lunch yesterday.)
After church, we went to Lowe’s (parked across from Jaimie’s dad’s truck) and bought a planer.
Take that, Mr. Frodo!
This week’s theme reminded me of a time I was on the phone with April (Bowen) Milam. She paused and yelled “Monster!” and it just seemed so crazyrandom. Turns out that’s the name of her cat.
A perfect name for a cat.
I dedicate this collage to my own little monster, His Impossible Badness What Breaks Into the Pantry and Eats Things.
I am not big on the beef. I am indeed, a beef-eater (witness my inhalation of the 3 crunchy taco meal deal at Baco Tell), but I try not to eat too much of it. If we brown some ground beef at the Catoeria, we use about a fourth of it and freeze the rest.
Sunday, we ate at Uncle Sam’s BBQ and while their BBQ is very good, their cheeseburgers are awesome, so that’s what I ordered.
Monday, for dinner at Juanita’s, she made cube steak. Or something. It was one gross cut of meat, but I managed to eat half of it.
Tuesday, I got to jonesing for chili and defrosted some of the cooked beef lurking in the freezer.
Wednesday, chili leftovers.
Today, a burger from Liz’s Birthday Meatfest (no, not like that, pervs) last night.
I have been burping beef all day and it is seriously squicking me out now. My goal is now to be a vegetarian until at least Monday.
I have a present for you. And since I’m one of those people who hates to wait once I have a gift to give somebody, I’m skipping the finishing touches and presenting the gift half-wrapped:
Those links are all Café Press stores. You can now get shirts, mugs, magnets, buttons, BBQ aprons, bags, journals and more with either the Moxie logo, one of my collages, or any of a number of designs I’ve created for the church over the years.
You may be asking yourself:
“How is this a gift to me?”
Well, maybe it’s not. But if you’d dig a Fleegan wall clock or want to jet about town in a cap that says “MOXIE,” then you’re in luck. Cause now, baby, you can.
“But Café Press, like, sucks, doesn’t it?”
It sure used to. But they’ve gotten a lot better. I ordered some stuff to make sure it wasn’t crap before posting the links. The shirts are good. The button and magnet aren’t in yet, so if they suck, I will let you know.
“Are you making any money off this?”
Nope. There is no mark-up. The prices are all the base price that Café Press charges.
“Will there be more to come?”
Mais oui! Especially in the church store. I just couldn’t wait anymore.
In theory, the first day of spring seemed like a good day to schedule a landscaping project. I got some money that I hadn’t been counting on, so I asked for Monday off. Only then did I check the weather. Rain, huh?
Sure, we could have done an inside job instead. But we decided to go look at the landscape supply company. Just so we’d know, right? And we drove away with a truck full of sand. Then we went back and drove away with a truck full of flagstone.
We got the stones in place, but they need more sand to be leveled properly. We’re also gonna try stealing some moss from the side of the house to go in between the stones.
But then the rain started to fall. And the temperature started to drop. So until next weekend, our yard will be covered in plastic.
Tonight, I am experimenting with making chili. I’ve never made it before. In my circles, it has always been “a man’s job.” So far, from this chili experiment, I have learned that my cats like niblet corn.
“Colorwheel Feet Flowers”
(Blogger turns GIFs into JPGs, hence the moiré)
Wow, I am officially so old. Kris and I went with Brad and Cindy to the Inverness Vineyard last night to hear John Davis and The Violet Burning. And I have to say, I thought to myself “Why does it have to be so loud?”
I bought a Violet Burning t-shirt (gotta represent, yo), but it, of course, is American Apparel brand. Blast you, AA and your ill-fitting looks-like-it-might-fit-but-is-actually-way-small “Classic Girl” brand. You win. This round.
