another thick air night
Jun. 27th, 2007 12:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ffloThe heat has returned.
It's Monday night. Kittens romp. The two bigger ones get snipped in the a.m.
I watched the end of an unfortunate choice of film from the library. Nuts. Streisand. Really ridiculous. But, I dunno. I'd watched the beginning. And, I dunno.
Got to be token dyke today, a little. "Got" not the best choice of word there.
The black kitten just walked across the keyboard and changed the icon for this post to my "on the road" one. What the hell. Stet. It's a good suggestion. My new horoscope says "stop making an extreme sacrifice you've been doing for a long time. The gods no longer demand it of you; it serves no holy purpose; and there's a milder and more useful sacrifice you can make instead." Is the give-it-up sacrifice not getting out of Dodge? Kinda want it to be something else. Moreover, what's the milder and more useful sacrifice? The question is whether to speculate from a place of desire---as one might be said to be doing with interpretation via wishful thinking. Which, I kinda figure, is Brezsny's bread & butter. I mean, that's hypnotism, sussing out what's wanted in the heart, or getting you to suss it out yourself. All the vague (and vaguely deep-sounding) astrologer needs is a reader who wants to be optimistic, despite the myriad reasons one might have not to be.
Speaking of stet (I was speaking of stet up there somewhere): who wants to give a shout-out to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
scrawlspace, new in these parts? Hello, scrawler. You should check your horoscope. It's a good one this week.
'Sonly droppin' to 72 overnight. Rats. In two days, though, it'll be mild, when I'm outside at a ballgame instead of pretending to work. Er, I mean instead of working my arse off, as I do by the minute all day long when at the office.
What would I play if I were on UREZ, I-95 Radio tonight? Got no music on at all right now. WTF. Let us correct that situation forthwith.
Expression to ponder: ridden roughshod over. To ride over roughshod. Like that one? I rather do.
Alright, I'll play ya'll a song. Or two. Two songs (sort of) about men. But not really. Really it's all about the women. You feel me, sistahzz? (Lemme hear y' say: "Always!")
.mp3 --> "A Guy is a Guy" -- Doris Day (1952)
.mp3 --> "It Must Be Him" -- Vikki Carr (1966)
(The noise in the Vikki Carr dies down after a bit.) (The Vikki Carr record belonged to my father.) (The Doris Day song is from the second vinyl copy of her Greatest Hits I bought, cuz [Prof.] Bob Day "borrowed" the first one & wouldn't give it back. The bastahd.)
Hey, maybe the unnecessary sacrifice is simply not having high speed internet access. And cable. And a new mattress. And a fixed-up bike. But not air conditioning. No air conditioning is a good sacrifice, I'm pretty sure. Just not so much on a few nights here and there.
Dang. Just remembered again: I kinda need to do the deck. I am so not into doing the deck.
It's Monday night. Kittens romp. The two bigger ones get snipped in the a.m.
I watched the end of an unfortunate choice of film from the library. Nuts. Streisand. Really ridiculous. But, I dunno. I'd watched the beginning. And, I dunno.
Got to be token dyke today, a little. "Got" not the best choice of word there.
The black kitten just walked across the keyboard and changed the icon for this post to my "on the road" one. What the hell. Stet. It's a good suggestion. My new horoscope says "stop making an extreme sacrifice you've been doing for a long time. The gods no longer demand it of you; it serves no holy purpose; and there's a milder and more useful sacrifice you can make instead." Is the give-it-up sacrifice not getting out of Dodge? Kinda want it to be something else. Moreover, what's the milder and more useful sacrifice? The question is whether to speculate from a place of desire---as one might be said to be doing with interpretation via wishful thinking. Which, I kinda figure, is Brezsny's bread & butter. I mean, that's hypnotism, sussing out what's wanted in the heart, or getting you to suss it out yourself. All the vague (and vaguely deep-sounding) astrologer needs is a reader who wants to be optimistic, despite the myriad reasons one might have not to be.
Speaking of stet (I was speaking of stet up there somewhere): who wants to give a shout-out to
scrawlspace, new in these parts? Hello, scrawler. You should check your horoscope. It's a good one this week.'Sonly droppin' to 72 overnight. Rats. In two days, though, it'll be mild, when I'm outside at a ballgame instead of pretending to work. Er, I mean instead of working my arse off, as I do by the minute all day long when at the office.
What would I play if I were on UREZ, I-95 Radio tonight? Got no music on at all right now. WTF. Let us correct that situation forthwith.
Expression to ponder: ridden roughshod over. To ride over roughshod. Like that one? I rather do.
Alright, I'll play ya'll a song. Or two. Two songs (sort of) about men. But not really. Really it's all about the women. You feel me, sistahzz? (Lemme hear y' say: "Always!")
.mp3 --> "A Guy is a Guy" -- Doris Day (1952)
.mp3 --> "It Must Be Him" -- Vikki Carr (1966)
(The noise in the Vikki Carr dies down after a bit.) (The Vikki Carr record belonged to my father.) (The Doris Day song is from the second vinyl copy of her Greatest Hits I bought, cuz [Prof.] Bob Day "borrowed" the first one & wouldn't give it back. The bastahd.)
Hey, maybe the unnecessary sacrifice is simply not having high speed internet access. And cable. And a new mattress. And a fixed-up bike. But not air conditioning. No air conditioning is a good sacrifice, I'm pretty sure. Just not so much on a few nights here and there.
Dang. Just remembered again: I kinda need to do the deck. I am so not into doing the deck.
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Date: Jun. 27th, 2007 04:15 am (UTC)I'm going to reward myself by downloading that Doris Day track once I hit the ten-minute mark on this interview. (Vikki Carr comes at the twenty-minute mark.) Thanks for posting them! I hope things cool off and you have a relaxing night!
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Date: Jun. 27th, 2007 04:59 am (UTC)Plug/plow away, and good luck. Me, I'm gonna step in and out of the shower and lay down in front of a fan as soon as I stop drippin'.
p.s.
Date: Jun. 27th, 2007 05:02 am (UTC)Re: p.s.
Date: Jun. 27th, 2007 05:14 am (UTC)*tries it quietly, so as not to wake Bev*
Hee. It is. :)
As for Scrawlspace, the "new in these parts" makes me guess she's the copy editor who's sitting where Robin used to sit? (I'm totally blanking on her name, which is shameful because she seemed very nice... Too late to summon names, I guess.) Yes? No? It's a fun handle regardless!
Re: p.s.
Date: Jun. 27th, 2007 05:21 am (UTC)*tries it quietly, so as not to wake Bev*
Hee. It is. :)
--- have i told you lately that i love you?
Re: p.s.
Date: Jun. 27th, 2007 05:30 am (UTC)And right back atcha!
Have a great night! I'm giving in to sleep, it seems... Hope the shower cools things down for you!