Bandolero by Day

sakibombshell can fill with even more pride, because I did in fact vote on Tuesday. Having no party affiliation, I got to choose which primary to vote in, so I chose the Republican ballot (since, you know, they actually had people running against each other). Nobody I voted for actually won, which reaffirms my desire to Get Involved before November, but at least Don "Holy fuck, did he just say that? For real? Not as a joke?" Goldwater didn't win either.

On Tuesday I also found out that I won two tickets to the Phoenix Symphony Orchestra through the honors program (it's good for something besides affixing Latin to your diploma!), so on Thursday mko and I made the perilous journey into the heart of downtown Phoenix. She wore a Hufflepuff tie. I wore fire boots and a fire shirt and bright orange pants that make me look like I have a bulge, as I found out in the bathroom at intermission. I will not wear these pants again unless 1) I am also wearing my freakishly-long motorcycle shirt (also with flames) or 2) I am impersonating a man.

Apparently the PSO has taken to handing out "scorecards" that divide each piece of music into numbered sections. There are two screens on either side of the stage that show the numbers as the piece progresses and the orchestra plays the corresponding music, so that the audience can follow along and read about the musical significance/abstract message/actual story behind each bit of music. I thought it was terribly neat, although the pieces I was following on the scorecard seemed to go by much faster than the ones I just listened to.

At any rate, we heard a short piece by Shostakovich (old-timey Soviet goodness!), Christopher Rousse (I like a composer who's not afraid of THE GONG), and finally Beethoven's 3rd Symphony (I love you, Napoleon! I mean, fuck you, Napoleon!).

I will note that one of the violinists had an assistance dog (specifically a golden retriever) that made me smile every time I looked at it, because it just slept through the whole ordeal. Even THE GONG and the five minutes of percussion-mania that occurred in Rousse's piece failed to startle the dog. That was one content fucking dog.

And then I finished off the week by getting the flu for the first time in two years. It wouldn't be so bad if I hadn't been bragging about not having had the flu for two years just the week before. So, I've been subsisting on orange tea and chili peppers. Nothing clears the sinuses like orange tea and chili peppers. I've also found that mango nectar is a good substitute for milk when you want something thick to drink but simply cannot stomach milk because your sinuses are going apeshit and causing milk to taste absolutely bizarre.

My rear view mirror fell off my car. This is most unfortunate, because long before I ever got the car, the passenger side mirror came off. Now I have to turn myself bodily in my seat to see if it's clear when I want to merge to the right, which means I'm not watching the cars in front of me. Driving to and from work today was very dangerous and bad for my heart.

And that's why I filled out this lyric meme. I think. I couldn't guess anyone else's, so perhaps someone could guess mine. I left the foreign language ones in because I'm curious as to whether or not anyone will actually get them.

Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random. (like, y'know, whatever)
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 15 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song. (because we probably won't shun you for listening to "Lady Lumps"... probably)
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from. (so damn benevolent of me)
Step 4: Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly. (it's not like you'll be leaving the computer any time soon anyway, be honest)
Step 5: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING! (CHEATING PUNISHABLE BY STONING AND/OR IRON MAIDEN (NOT THE BAND))

1. as your body floats down third street with the burn-smell factory closing up They Might Be Giants - Put Your Hand Inside the Puppet Head
2. sasi sasi o to aro aro o angi si nau boroi amu
3. ayer conocí un cielo sin sol y un hombre sin suelo Shakira - Ojos Así
4. hope dangles on a string like slow spinning redemption Dashboard Confessional - Vindicated
5. donna toki datte tada hitori de Utada Hikaru - hikari
6. where have all the good men gone, and where are all the gods? Holding Out for a Hero (Frou Frou version)
7. day after day I will walk and I will play Violent Femmes - Add It Up
8. where's your messiah w00t never seen a bluer sky, I can feel it reaching out and moving closer Mai Yamane - Blue
9. Marky got with Sharon and Sharon got Cerise Butthole Surfers - Pepper
10. ghanan ghanan ghir ghir aaye badra ghane ghan ghor kaare chhaye badra Lagaan Soundtrack - Ghanan Ghanan
11. in 1972 a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit (IT IS SO A SONG) theme from the A-team!
12. every now and then I think about you and it makes me, it breaks me Audiovent - The Energy
13. it's been getting so hard living with the things you do to me
14. you remind me of a man (what man?) oh the man with the power (what power?)
15. this is morning, it's when I spend the most time thinking 'bout what I've given up

Tomorrow, Starbucks is holding an ice cream social. Tomorrow, I work, and I start at 7:30 am.

Pro: ice cream
Con: also frappuccinos... frappuccinos out the ass

Oh how I loathe the frappuccino.

Another Con: twice the usual number of insane customers

I will have to exercise a lot of willpower to keep myself from choking a bitch.

PRO: after the shift from frappuccino hell, I finally get a couple of days off. I DON'T REMEMBER WHAT IT IS LIKE TO HAVE A DAY OFF I AM SO EXCITED YAY!


Z's weird confession of the day: I've never listened to My Chemical Romance before, but this song is catchy and I REALLY like the video. You see, the video is like some sort of crazy goth musical, and I find that to be both hilarious and charming. It's the goths doing the Fred Astaire umbrella dancing that really make it.

Z's fangirl squeal of the day: I just picked up volume nine of Saiyuki. TODAY IS THE DAY that I can officially say that I have the entire English language Saiyuki manga, AS WELL AS the first four volumes of Reload in Japanese, AS WELL AS a small but delightful shelf-full of merchandise, AS WELL AS six thousand sad geek points. But that's okay. Because I say it is.

BRACE YOURSELF FOR SLEEP.

Well, today is mi padre's 45th birthday. Rather young relatively speaking, but that's what happens when punk-ass 21-year-olds decide to marry and father a child (not that I'm complaining). To thank him for being born, I got him a Rush CD, and a book... about Rush. The man really loves him some Rush. That's all well and good, but he also seems to think that Rush is better than Led Zeppelin. AHAHAHA no. Rush is a fine band and all, but no.

On a semi-related note, I have a question for all of you. Before my parents married, it was actually my mother who proposed to my father. Now, I never figured that this was THE norm, but when I was a younger Z, I thought it was at least somewhat normal. I had always figured on doing the proposing myself if I ever wanted to get married. It wasn't until I was filling out some sort of autobiographical form out in school that I suspected it might not be such a common practice. "My dad proposed to my mom on (blank)." Motherfuckers made me cross it out and rewrite it.

At this point, I'm beginning to think that it's almost unheard of, being that, you know, I haven't heard of it. I don't know of anyone else whose mother proposed to their father, so I'm asking you guys if YOU know any. Eh? Huh? Yeah? Not really? Great, thanks.

liich! TAIDAITAIDAITAIDAI!

Finger Eleven is finally coming to Phoenix!

I mean, yeah, I'll have to sit through three other bands I don't really care about, but it'll be WORTH IT.

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! says it all, I think.