Saturday, October 07, 2006
Look at me, I'm white and nerdy!
Weird Al takes on tech, with White and Nerdy, It's all about the pentiums, and Don't Download This Song, which you can download legally from Weird Al's website.
In addition, even though Weird Al got permission from James Blunt to parody "You're Beautiful", Blunt's label put the kibosh on it. So you can download it from the web, courtesy Weird Al! (He also has a myspace page).
Weird Al is my hero!
In addition, even though Weird Al got permission from James Blunt to parody "You're Beautiful", Blunt's label put the kibosh on it. So you can download it from the web, courtesy Weird Al! (He also has a myspace page).
Weird Al is my hero!
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
I am really tired of people telling me what they think I want to hear. And telling other people what they think they want to hear. And then having to try to make sense of the whole thing, and try to figure out "what is truth". (Didn't some pilate guy ask that?)
I'm tired of finding out about things--things that have a bearing on me, and what I need to do--and having people get mad that I found out. I'm tired of being part of the "fine ensemble cast" of CSI: My Family. I'm tired of having to read tea leaves, even though I'm pretty darn good at it. (Ah, the benefits of a dysfunctional family). Of course, it's not a science, and it's not prophecy (you know, the biblical stuff that has to be 100% right or you get stoned, and no, I don't mean drunk), so I've had some bad reads. Maybe even spectacularly bad.
But I've also had way too many that the person/people swore weren't true, that it must be my stuff, "your dirty pictures" (punch line of a bad joke), only to find out--sometimes years later--that my read was pretty much dead nuts on. I hate it when that happens: Not the vindication--which isn't sweet, but sad and depressing and disappointing--but the long part in between. Because in between you wonder if you are crazy or sick or upside down and sideways. Being told black is white messes with your mind.
Don't screw with me, 'cuz the truth will come out. Usually, anyway. Eternally, definitely. But probably sooner. And I don't want to play this game any more. Tell me you're going to do whatever it is you're going to do. Tell me to go bend, fold, spindle and mutilate myself--if that's where you're at, at least be honest, and we can go on with our lives. But don't play me. Man, I hate that.
I'm tired of finding out about things--things that have a bearing on me, and what I need to do--and having people get mad that I found out. I'm tired of being part of the "fine ensemble cast" of CSI: My Family. I'm tired of having to read tea leaves, even though I'm pretty darn good at it. (Ah, the benefits of a dysfunctional family). Of course, it's not a science, and it's not prophecy (you know, the biblical stuff that has to be 100% right or you get stoned, and no, I don't mean drunk), so I've had some bad reads. Maybe even spectacularly bad.
But I've also had way too many that the person/people swore weren't true, that it must be my stuff, "your dirty pictures" (punch line of a bad joke), only to find out--sometimes years later--that my read was pretty much dead nuts on. I hate it when that happens: Not the vindication--which isn't sweet, but sad and depressing and disappointing--but the long part in between. Because in between you wonder if you are crazy or sick or upside down and sideways. Being told black is white messes with your mind.
Don't screw with me, 'cuz the truth will come out. Usually, anyway. Eternally, definitely. But probably sooner. And I don't want to play this game any more. Tell me you're going to do whatever it is you're going to do. Tell me to go bend, fold, spindle and mutilate myself--if that's where you're at, at least be honest, and we can go on with our lives. But don't play me. Man, I hate that.
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