One question I hear more than any other is What's a Fuzzball??" Allow me to explain:
A Fuzzball is a 30-year-old fallen debutante who lives in Houston, TX with a bossy dog and an even bossier parrot who she SWEARS is the reincarnation of Napoleon Bonaparte.
A Fuzzball prefers animals to most people, because people can really suck sometimes.
A Fuzzball loves music, ALL music ALL of the time. If she's not listening to it, then she's singing it.
A Fuzzball has a mad love for all things British, especially their actors.
A Fuzzball is blissfully happy in a bookstore, preferably one with good music playing in the background. If you look under a Fuzzball's bed you'll usually find an entire library of books that she has dropped there after falling asleep reading.
Fuzzballs are usually incurable romantics, ridiculously optimistic, and bent on making the world a happier place.
Your typical Fuzzball will probably have a completely bizarre sense of humor. Just go with it, it will take you to funny places.
You should also be aware that Fuzzballs are giant nerds. Seriously. Science fiction, computers, the whole shebang.
Fuzzballs are also budding photographers. They love looking at the world through a lens and finding new ways to be creative.
Oh...and you can also look for a Fuzzball in one of the best movies ever made. ;)
Many thanks to Oli for the photo. Don't you love it? YEAH!!
The song of the day will be The Asteroid Field from The Empire Strikes Back, in honor of this photo. Yes, I know that's not really the norm, but since when am I ever normal? Huh?
"I wondered how some people can be such a necessary part of one's life one day and simply vanish the next. Isn't it supposed to last?"
I heard that in a movie that I saw yesterday and it really really hit home. Food for thought, people. Anyway today's song of the day, (a little late, I know), is K's Choice's My Heart:
What's better than Red vs Blue? Red vs Blue AND zombies. HOORAY!!
You've read about my personal zombie plan (thank you Kymberlie for the idea), now let's hear what some other people plan to do:
Today's song of the day is not a good song. No, it's not. It's not a song that will change the world. No, it won't. It is, however, the first song that I ever slow-danced to. I was 12 years old and at a youth group retreat out in wherever, tx... Anyway the song of the day is dedicated to Kymberlie and the first night that we met and sang together. :) I give you Breathe's Hands to Heaven:
The song of the day today is Goldfrapp's A&E. This is a favorite of mine, even though it's actually a terribly sad song. The video is batshit crazy, but the song is good, so who cares, right? :D Enjoy:
Got an email today that bothered me a lot. It made me laugh, but it also made me sad. Don't you hate that? Anyway this email made me realize how oddly fleeting things can be. One day your life is one way and the next minute it's something completely different. I don't like that. I'm impulsive but at the same time I like a little warning before the crazy comes. Ah well.
Let's shake it off and enjoy the new single off of R.E.M.'s latest album Accelerate. The song of the day is Supernatural Superserious:
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it's all right
Little darlin' it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darlin' it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it's all right
Little darlin' the smiles returning to their faces
Little darlin' it seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it's all right
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Little darlin' I feel the ice is slowly meltin'
Little darlin' it seems like years since it's been clear
Here come the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it's all right
Here come the sun, here comes the sun
It's all right, it's all right
Gads I'm tired. I'm supposed to go to a cocktail party tonight and I really hope I'm able to stay awake for it. I need some music to pep me up and keep me going today. Let's see...oh yes, definitely The New Pornographers. That's some happy music! Today's song of the day will be The Laws Have Changed:
Fuck yeah, it's Monday! :D The song of the day is Embrace's Ashes:
Hello Friday. Took you long enough, don't you think? Harrumph. This has been a shit week, Friday. The least you could have done was hurry it along. But no, you thought I needed a growing experience or some such shite, huh? Well shove it, Friday. What have you ever done for me? Oh no, I'm sorry Friday. That was mean. I shouldn't have snapped at you. I do love you, Friday. Let's go have margaritas and make out, Friday. We can listen to The Raconteurs' new album together. That guitar gets me hot! Therefore the only choice for song of the day is Salute Your Solution:
Now get over here and get to lovin' me, Friday, you magnificent bastard.
The song of the day is Zero 7's In The Waiting Line:
Ah and I'll shout and I'll scream
But I'd rather not have seen
And I'll hide away for another day...
Oh sexy giiiiiiiiirlfrieeeeeend! BONSAI! Via Whitney over at Pop Candy, check out this NPR story on The Donger. Damn I loves me some Sixteen Candles.
"I don't think you're a jerk. I don't think Mom thinks you're a jerk."
"Mike thinks I'm a jerk."
"Mike is a jerk."
I was re-reading Watchmen last night and I realized that I never blogged the first costume reveal of the upcoming film! Mmmmmm Matthew Goode...*Homer Simpson drool* God I hope the movie doesn't suck. I'll be sad sad.
That's all I've got for right now. The song of the day is The Fray's All At Once:
A little over a week ago I deleted my Twitter account for the simple reason that I needed space. I had no idea that it would cause a ruckus, but it did. My little gmail account received quite a few emails from people scolding me for leaving. Kymberlie gave me such a hard time about it that on Saturday night I gave in to her and restored my account. Twitter has a great system that keeps your deleted account for up to six months, so if you want to come back you don't have to rebuild your contacts and all that.
I came back to a bit of a sad surprise, but other than that I feel pretty good about re-upping. I realized that having the account doesn't mean I have to constantly update it. I can still enjoy my friends. So there you go.
My darling Jenny is currently high as a kite on pain meds after having her wretched wisdom teeth extracted. I suggest that perhaps removing the source of her wisdom might not be the best idea, but no one ever listens to me. ;P Anyway she cracked me up this morning when she said "Let's get out our spelunking equipment and explore this, Tracy." Fantastic. :)
I wish that we could indeed spelunk our way to an answer to my current problem, but I don't really think it's up to me to answer. Ugh. This is why I spent eight hours drinking with my cousins yesterday. Happy Easter, Jesus! Do you want salt on your margarita? Pass the salsa! Hey, I think that after the week JC had he would have WELCOMED some alcohol.
Today's song of the day is dedicated to Enrique and Nellie. Here's hoping for more dancing in the streets very soon, my loves!
This is dedicated to Jenn, Sonia, Kymberlie, the staff and customers of IHOP, and most importantly Uncle Nine. Now let's SING:
I've seen the Counting Crows live several times and actually met them a couple of times and they are all super cool guys. In fact I remember a night a long time ago when we had the opportunity to go back and hang with them at their hotel but SOMEONE'S BABY BROTHER was only 13 and had to go to school the next day. Loser. ;) Anyway this song is one of my all-time favorites of theirs and one of the reasons is the drums. Love 'em. Love the Crows. They're a sexy band. Love Adam. Here's your song of the day: Angels of the Silences
Nothing could be more appropriate:
I swear this blog has not become some sort of McCartney-Mills gossip mill, but seriously? I'm just working with what the witch gives me.
Not only did the judge call her out in court, but then Gimpy McMills went and threw a glass of water on Paul's attorney! WTF?! Who behaves that way?? I'll tell you who behaves that way: crazy people.
Dude, someone should have told my darling Paul about Rule Number One: YOU DON'T FUCK CRAZY. It will always come back to bite you in the end. Maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of your life. Thanks, Bogey. Okay, so maybe not for the rest of your life, that all depends on how you handle the situation. Geez, some people are just nuts. And not fun nuts, like me. Bad nuts. Mean nuts. Hm.
Finding two new friends in Brian Young (of Brian O'Neill's) and his buddy Jeff who is visiting from St. Louis. They realized pretty quickly that they hit the jackpot when they sat down at the table with me, Kymberlie and Erin. Glitter boobs, if nothing else.
Discussing the creation of Chicken 'N' Porn in both St. Louis and Houston. A franchise, if you will. Oh yes. It could so happen. Jeff and I are taking it to task. :P
The inevitable "you don't fuck crazy" discussion. The boys firmly agreed with Kymberlie on that one. Brian said "it ALWAYS comes back to get you."
Farrago's on Gray is a fantastic place. I highly recommend the frozen sangria-mojito thingie that I ordered. Granted, I only finished half of it, but I think that's because it was about 80% rum and as you all know I am the original lightweight. Besides, as most of you know, I act like a drunk when I'm sober, so why mess with perfection, right? ;)
Scaring the stranger in the bathroom with Kymberlie's discussion on eating out. Ahem.
All in all it was a fantastic evening. I left the party as they made their way to Sambuca around 10 or so. Yes, I was being Super Adult and not staying out late on a school night. ;) Hooray for maturity! Now where's that prosthetic leg...
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