momma needs a new pair o' shoes!

The stork [who I sometimes like to call Purolator Courier] delivered me another baby this week.

Check it out!

The iAudio X5L!
Now… erm… I need to figure out how to work it...
*bangs the rocks together*

\m/

this isn't so much the one you were looking for... but its still kinda says the same thing...

it was a rather... interesting night... ;)

steal

so its not blue steel... maybe steeley dan...
(sorry, this was an attempt at an 'arty' shot a little while back)

blink

Isn't it all about perspective? Life can change in the blink of an eye. One day you're waking up to a relatively normal day and the next your world is thrown into uncertainty. It could be little, by some standards, but to you it’s a whole fugging lot of change.

Well, I guess that’s the reality of perspective. My version of horrid and unbearable is "another Saturday night" to someone out there. I have to keep this in mind. Actually, I always keep it in mind, which is maybe one of the key reasons I don’t open up to anyone. Hey, we all know those people that, when you tell them something, immediately think of something bigger or better or more terrible or more sad, in ANY way, its just *more*. Their reality -their perspective- is one that overshadows everyone else. No one can compare to their pain, their hardship, their glory or their luck. I say: Go sod yourself. No matter where you are in this world, one perspective should always be constant: there is always someone out there that is better than you at something. But, I digress.

Things change. For better or for worse. Yes, I am speaking about MY worse. In the light of something tragic we have two basic courses we can choose. We can wallow. Devour our own self and become self-pitying fools who have only ONE thought on our minds: ourselves. We can avoid dealing with the *real* subject and, knowingly or unknowingly, project our fears and our hurts into other people. We can dodge life. Or, we can suck it up and deal.

I think I'll deal.

Patrick Bateman (again)...

Patrick Bateman: Do you know what Ed Gein said about women?
David Van Patten: The maitre 'd at Canal Bar?
Patrick Bateman: No, serial killer, Wisconsin, the '50s.
Craig McDermott: So what did he say?
Patrick Bateman: "When I see a pretty girl walking down the street, I think two things. One part wants me to take her out, talk to her, be real nice and sweet and treat her right."
David Van Patten: And what did the other part think?
Patrick Bateman: "What her head would look like on a stick..." [laughs]

imma hippie!

i'll participate in this one... as the other one, well, as i said, there was no g-rated version...

now what do i do? where's my free toaster, dammit??

death and taxes...

tonight i sat down to do taxes and realized, i do NOT have a pencil. you guessed it: field trip. i went to shoppers drug mart and decided to take along the Px i got from the ophthamologist; these eyeball drops for the Evil Eye©. i wandered around the store and picked up things i do NOT *need*. par example: new pumice foot scrub that smells rather divine; a new pumice stone for feet to make them ever so soft and delicate; a purple ruler (wtf?); a package of 8 papermate pens; nail clippers... erm, again... arooo??; green tea scented tea lights; and dove flex-hold hairspray. i almost forgot the pencil! ok, NEVER send me to shoppers drug mart w/o a list! now, i can't be arsed to do my taxes. they are due on april 30th. i'll get them done, but i'm just like BLECH about the whole thing. the government really pisses me off! i just know i'm going to owe and what the hell?!! they alread took thousands of dollars from me already! 48% of my bonus last year!! did THEY work for it? nuh unh, i dont think so!! bastids!
i choose death.

get your fresh hot placenta!!

or does he want your placenta????

here today gone tomorrow...

he was here and he was gone again...
a stay of less than 24 hours!!
i'm pouting!
you know who you are... *furrows brow*
*eats the rest of the reese puffs*
bastids!

it's playoff time!

i've been a flames fan since i was in the 3rd grade... very difficult in oilers-country! i am not *much* of a sports fan, BUT i do *love* hockey! when i was a little girl i would run and jump into my pops' lap saturday night clapping and "da da da'ing" to the Hockey Night In Canada theme song...

go flames go!

it might very well be wrong...

to think that a man who sang songs like "bring your daughter to the slaughter", "number of the beast" and "children of the damned" is, uhmmmm, cute... but c'mon now...
this is a face any great aunty would pinch! (i'd choose another body part!!)

exhibit A (then)

exhibit B (now)
exhibit C (now... rrraawwrr)

i laid in bed last night watching "the making of 'the number of the beast'" and was absolutely captivated by this man... there is just *something* inexplicable... charming? yes. intelligent? yes. hypnotizing? yes. articulate? yes. do other performers have these things? of course, YES! but there's just something endearing about him... maybe its the leather pants from the days of yore that keep flashing before my eyes. or his amazing operatic voice. or its just that he's so DAMN CUTE!!! imma sucker for dimples... im sure eddie is out to get me now!!

is "swabbable" a word?...

so i had this dream last night... i dreamt that a workmate and his wife picked me up after work from this weird kinda club. i don't recall the *type* of club it was, but i do recall some dubious activity that was going on around me; all blurry in my peripheral vision.
anyway, i hopped into their super-old land rover (which they don't have btw) and we took this back road to their place. his wife was driving ALL over the mutha*arfin road! i was screaming "yo, lady!! watch the cliff!!" as we were riding the shifting sands of this enormous cliff into oblivion!!!! did she not CARE!!?!? anyway, we made it "safely" back to their place, which really wasn't their home. to be perfectly honest, in my dream, it was rather hideous and super dirty and dingy, which is so UNLIKE them... errrr, it was like stepping into wild bill's house from silence of the lambs... (its puts the lotion on its skin or it gets the hose again)... so thennnnnn, workmate proceeds to come out of his bedroom in some very thin/trailer-park jammers. i'm like "dude, i don't need to see your ass in those!" he proceeds to slide the back of his jammers down, show me his ass AND spank it for me. the image is BURNED into my mind!! *gag gag bleach bleach* my eyes my eyes! zee goggles do nahzing! i will spare you the puss-filled details, but trust me when i say it was "swabbable".
now... my question is... how can i look @ him again w/o:

1. poking my eyes out with very blunt objects??
2. whipping his pants down and making sure the vision that i presented myself was completely FALSE and he does have a yummy tushy
   
3. tossing myself and him out the nearest open window or
   
4. have myself committed for dreaming such things about workmates
   

help... b/c he truly is a lovely looking fellow. and he brings me chocolatey treats on special occasions! overall a stellar human being. two thumbs up!...
i'm vexed... *grmbl*

Blame Ann .. again!!

*. . . W O U L D Y O U R A T H E R . . .*

pierce your nose or tongue?: nose
be serious or be funny?: seriously funny
drink whole or skim milk?: skim

* . . . A R E Y O U . . .*

simple or complicated?: a lot of both and a little of neither

* . . . D O Y O U P R E F E R . . . *

flowers or angels?: flowers
grey or black?: black
color or black-and-white photos?: depends. b&w is more moody. me like.
lust or love?: love
sunrise or sunset?: sunset
M&Ms or Skittles?: gummie bears
rap or rock?: rock
staying up late or waking up early? up late
TV or radio?: tv i guess
eating apples or oranges?: apples. oranges make my lips tingle, but i love it. oh damn you sweet sinful fruit!

* . . . A N S W E R T R U T H F U L L Y . . .*

do you have a crush?: yes
do they know it?: i don't think so.

* . . . D O Y O U P R E F E R . . . *

being hot or cold?: cold! i'm 1/2 polar bear & 1/2 penguin... im polguin.
sun or moon?: moon
Winter or Fall?: winter
left or right?: left
having 10 acquaintances or 2 best friends: 2 best friends
sun or rain?: rain!!!!
vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream?: chocolate
boys or girls?: mostly boys
vodka or rum?: wodka

*. . . A B O U T Y O U . . . *

What time is it?: 16:29 UTC-7:00
Name?: vera
Nicknames: v

* . . . W H A T D O Y O U W A N T . . . *

Where do you want to live?: off the grid.
How many kids do you want?: none.
What kind of job do you want?: see previous post. Colour-Namer!!
Do you want to get married?: i really don't see the necessity in it.

*. . . U N I Q U E . . . *

Nervous Habits?: i fiddle with things.
Are you double jointed?: yes
Can you roll your tongue?: yes
Can you raise one eyebrow at a time?: yes
Can you blow spit bubbles?: eww, yes.
Can you cross your eyes?: yes. and independently of each other too!
Do you make your bed daily?: usually.

*. . . C L O T H E S, E T C . . . *

Which shoe goes on first?: right
Speaking of shoes, have you ever thrown one at someone? yes.
On the average, how much money do you carry in your wallet?: $40
What jewelry do you wear?: toe-ring & earrings
Favorite piece of clothing?: chocolate brown corduroys

*. . . F O O D . . . *

Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it?: twirly girly
Have you ever eaten Spam?: HAHA, yah.
Favorite ice cream flavor?: mint chocolate chip
How many kinds cereal are in your cabinet?: Cornflakes, Rice Krispies, CornPops, Captain Crunch, Just Right, Miniwheats, Cheerios, Honeynut Cheerios, ReesePuffs... 9 *blush* I like cereal.
What's your favorite beverage?: water
What's your favorite restaurant?: the keg
Do you cook?: ayup, I have been known to dabble...

*. . . G R O O M I N G . . . *

How often do you brush your teeth?: twice daily.
Hair drying method?: weekdays: blown dry. weekend: air dry.
Have you ever dyed/highlighted your hair?: ayup.

*. . . M A N N E R S . . . *

Do you swear?: fook yah.
Do you ever spit?: ewww, no.
You cook your own food?: yes
You do your own chores?: yes
You got laid today?: nope
You like beef jerky?: LOVE beef jerky, but what does that have to do with manners?
You own more than one brush?: yep.
Your favorite soda is? coke zero
You plan on going to college? already went! can i go back???
You're happy with your hair?: not today, but yes, i usually like my hair.
You own a dog?: two, and currently owned by a cat.
You spend your money wisely?: always. i am really good with my money.
You're always making new friends?: not always, but i don't shy away from opportunities.
You like to swim?: i love swimming
You got bored so you call a friend? why not?
You're patient?: nope.
You like this survey?: i've had better, tbph.
Any last words?:

Blame Ann...

How old do you wish you were? 33

Where were you when 9/11 happened? I was commuting to work and heard about it when I checked my voice mail as I got in. My roommate called me crying her eyes out. I couldn't understand what she said and had to call her back.

What do you do when vending machines steal your money? Hulk Mad! Hulk Smash! Actually, I just consider it payment to my giant Karma piggy-bank.

What did you eat for breakfast today? Banana and a sliver of a brownie. Heh. I was a bad bad girl!

If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be? I would put a new one on my right thigh. A bat.

If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be? German or Icelandman or Spanishman.

Do you know your neighbors? I do. They're nice. Plus the Costa Rican one is uber cute.

What do you consider a vacation? Leaving home with a giant suitcase and staying more than 4 days.

Do you follow your horoscope? Heh. Nope.

Would you move for the person you loved? Yah, but there are certain circumstances that have to be in place.

Are you touchy feely? Depends on my mood. Mostly, no.

Do you believe that opposites attract? Yes.

Dream job? The person that comes up with names for paint. Like "Manson Maroon" or "Antibiotic Green"

Favorite channel(s)? Discovery, A&E

Favorite place to go on weekends? The mountains are fun. But I like to really just enjoy my home on the weekend.

Showers or Baths? Showers. I like baths to relax and to warm up or cool down.

Do you paint your nails? Yes.

Do you trust people easily? Nope.

What are your phobias? Heights.

Do you want kids? No, I'm not hungry right now, thanks.

Do you keep a handwritten journal? Never!

Where would you rather be right now? Sitting on a beach in northern Canada listening to the ice break up on the lake and having a picnic.

Who makes you feel guilty? I make myself feel guilty enough, I don't require any more volunteers.

Heavy or light sleep? Light.

Favorite food? Italian.

Are you impatient? Usually. But I deal. Usually by singing to myself.

Have you ever been in love? Ayup.

How do you feel about interracial couples? I am an interracial person, uhmmm... I guess I'll just have to deal with myself accordingly.

Have you been burned by love? Burned, hung, severed, smashed, obliterated, crushed, acidized, buried... probably more... each has a name.

Whats your life motto? Suck it up and deal.

Whats your main ringtone on your phone? "One" by Metallica (true-tone, no midi-shit)

What were you doing at midnight last night? Snoring and snuggling mit doggies.

What did your last text message on your cell phone say? "SORRY FOR BEING A JERK"

Whos bed did you sleep in last night? Me own.

What color shirt are you wearing? Black.

Most recent movie that you watched? Zoolander. HAHA! I blame Martin & Kevin!

Name 3 things that you have on you at all times? Silver toe-ring, earrings, mites.

What's the color of your bedsheets? I have lots of those. Mostly in navy and some in taupe.

How much cash do you have on you right now? $46.00 (canadian pesos)

What's your favorite town/city? San Francisco.

I can't wait to (til)...? Go to Europe!!

How long have you been at your current job? Almost 7 years.

Look to your left. What's there? Scanner table with scanner, two books from Narnia series, Discworld Companion, a basket of CDs, my movie rental card, a package of printer paper and another basket of assorted papers and pens, felt markers and drawing utensils.

Who is the last person you spent over $50 on? Myself. I bought some *cough* stuff *cough* at this kink market.

What’s the last piece of clothing you borrowed from someone? I have my own clothes.

What website(s) do you visit the most during the day? Blogs, weather, news, el reg...

Do you have an air freshener in your car? I open the windows :)

Do you have plants in your room? I have a black thumb. Though, most plants will commit suicide before I can really kill them.

Does anything hurt on your body right now? I could go for a full-body massage!

What city was your last taxi cab ride in? Calgary. Home from the airport.

What's your favorite Starbucks drink? I don't "do" Starbucks. I will take a Tim's though.

If you could choose, how would you die? Snoring.

Any kids? You can't kill OTHER people with snoring.

Do you miss anyone? Always.

Do you like revenge? Life has a funny way of making sure things get balanced somehow. I'll let the universe do it's own work.

Know how to swim? See my fins?? *waves*

Do you know how to skate? Yes. I am also a certified skating coach.

Know how to snowboard? Theoretically.

Did you do sports in high school? Not organized sports. But there was this geek squad I used to belong to where we would play rugby, soccer, baseball, football, swimming, mountain biking, etc... Loads of fun!

If you could have one wish come true, what would it be? If I tell you, I'd have to kill you. And to the few that read my blog, well, I'm selfish and would like to keep my viewership.

let's play the 'me wantee' game...

but let's do it geographically...

iceland - b/c i like ice
italy - b/c i like spaghetti & meatsauce
germany - b/c i like lederhosen
romania - b/c i wanna become a vampyre
luxembourg - b/c no one goes to luxembourg
antarctica - b/c i wanna hug a penguin
nepal - b/c i wanna hug a sherpa
egypt - b/c i wanna see things left by aliens ;)
the netherlands - b/c i wanna drink my favourite beer in dootchland
russia - im not sure why, but i like the accent *rawwrr*
greece - b/c i wanna buy an authentic toga
turkey - b/c i wanna experience eating turkey in turkey like turducken but verturturk
norway - b/c i wanna viking (noun & verb)

where do you wanna go?

when houseguests depart

the den is a little more lonely now.
i miss the shuffling sounds of his flip-flops on the carpet.
i miss teasing about his Hoops© addiction.
i miss giggling.
i miss the "please get me a second cup for my french vanilla coffee, its too hot to carry with only one cup"
i miss a pedicure buddy.
i miss ADD channel flipping.
i just miss you.
*smooches*
gone...
*sniff*

we didn't even get appropriate pictures this week... we suck!

"A man may die, nations may rise and fall, but an idea lives on."

What Famous Leader Are You?
personality tests by similarminds.com

leatherwing bat

today, i felt more cow ass than i ever thought i'd ever have to feel.
now, TECHNICALLY, i am not certain if the parts i felt were the actual parts related to the ass, but either way, most were SOFT as BUTTAH, baby... i wanna be using *that* moisturizer!
my friend is looking to furnish his new downtown condo. being a recent bachelor he is wanting to "pimp his ride" so to speak... max his pad... *cough*
today was a day spent shopping for leather couches...
i lounged
i kicked back
i flopped
(i almost flolloped)
i sank
i slid
i gasped
i groaned
my ass was pleased!
i have fallen in love with an assortment of leather... the soft buttery kind, the hardened durable kind, the studded leather, the crinkly leather... it all serves its purpose! mostly, to please my ass. which is has fulfilled quite well, i might add.
my *thing* that i have for leather has moved subtly from the bedroom to the living room!

title: uber neat song by Ingrid Karklins... check it out!

On Pedicures and Retail Therapy...

this morning i was up at the crack of butt to go see the on-call ophthalmologist about my Evil Eye©... it turns out that i *am* the devil and now i am able to officially put that on my business cards! wheeeee. afterwards, i did the most ridiculous thing and drove home (30km) with dilated pupils... Not Safe! So this afternoon was spent doing some retail therapy with a very good friend of mine who is visiting (Guggs-O-Rama).

Hilites:

• new OLIVE coloured hoodie
• PEDICURE - nailpolish colour in CHARCOAL with a cutesy flower... how girlie!
• Old Navy where Guggs bought his ritual "Calgary-Shirt" -funny enough, he was wearing his previous "Calgary-Shirt" while buying THIS one. Silly Guggs.
  
• tim horton's break on the way home
• AND being chauffeured by mr. lead-foot (for all intents and purposes, he *IS* a good driver)

tonight we're having drinks with some of my workmates... a bit of the "Accountants Gone Wild" i spoke of in a previous blog... my eyes are dilated enough, i don't know if beer would be wise. then again, i never claimed to be wise!

Finally... A Review

So, like, I know I haven't blogged about my "Opeth Experience" and I have been trying to figure out why. Mostly, I think, it is attributed to the fact that there just aren't words that can express how amazing it was. I mean, I LOVE OPETH. And to hear them live was just such a phenomenal experience that it is difficult to put into words how it left my insides.

The opening acts were Dark Tranquillity and Devildriver. I was insanely impressed by DT's stage presence. Mikael Stanne is amazing. Hearing Lost to Apathy, Damage Done and The New Build live was just fucking awesome!! Devildriver came on stage next. I can say that although I enjoyed them, the sort of atmosphere they encouraged was closer to a frat-party than a metal concert. I enjoyed hearing Driving Down The Darkness, Sin & Sacrifice and Hold Back The Day. The mosh pit began 1/4 way through DD's set. Being on the rails to the right of the stage was a bit scary b/c of the pit and these kids are bluddy INSANE -I SURVIVED!!! I must say that DD tore it up and subsequently left the crowd in a frenzied state. They were completely hyped after DD left the stage.

It was a bit awkward for Opeth to come out and play to this high energy crowd. The average 17 year old didn't come out to see Opeth, they came out to see Devildriver!! *gasp shock* (that is just *silly*!!)

Anyway, here's the setlist:
Ghost of Perdition
White Cluster
Under the Weeping Moon
Closure
The Baying of the Hounds
The Grand Conjuration
The Drapery Falls
Delieverance

Can you say… BRILLIANT???
Mikael Akerfeldt sounded beautiful. He does these little monologues b/w songs which I have heard accurately described as "pillow talk". Mmmmm. At one point some eejit in the audiences yells "Suck my dick", to which Mikael (in my dreams we're on a first name basis) responds "Why would I want to suck your dick? The only dick I want to suck is my own. And I can, you know!?" Another eejit a few songs later throws a shoe on stage. Mikael says "I hope no one shit in this. Who threw this? Don't throw things… *pause* If you throw things I can respond in two ways. One, I can get get mad and push it deep down inside or I can play a death metal tune. I will now play a death metal tune." At this point in the show, I wanted to jump the rails and do illegal things to this man on stage! Rawwwrrrr!

Headbanging!! \m/ /O\ \m/ Floating to the softer melodies. Opeth has it all. Growly sexy vocals mixed with soothing sweet ones has this incredible euphoric effect on me. It was altogether dreamy and severely intense. A paradoxical occurence.

Close to the end I left the rails and I remember sitting in the back of the concert hall listening to The Drapery Falls and thinking "I have died and gone to heaven". Then I remembered I don’t believe in heaven. They have such beauty in all of their music, it can be seriously tear-jerking.

The night was just a great experience. Especially for my first extreme metal concert. Bring on Wacken!

Incidentally: If I did believe in heaven, it would certainly have an continual Opeth experience.

update?

if found out the reason behind my super chaotic brain! (humour me)
i have had a migraine since saturday.
its pretty gross.
i usually the super bad migraines in my right eye, which causes tremendous pain and sensitivity to light.
my eyeball gets all bloodshot (which is gross and cool at the same time)
and then i am forced to wear sunglasses inside and pop pills every few hours to dull the pain.
interesting eh?
HAHA, not as interesting as the reactions i get from my Evil Eye­­®.

is it a coicidence...

...that the kink-market happens to be in the same month that i receive my bonus from work?

i think not...

chaos

what is it like to suffer from Cranial Chaotica? its like i can't rest my own mind on something for more than a few moments at a time. its constantly wandering from topic to topic in a very non-sensical order. which is odd for me b/c i normally i can trace my thoughts (reminds me of this one time when i was really young and got completely insanely stoned and tried to trace my thoughts back to my first original conscious thought and ended up tripping out into this void where nothing existed and then i was trying to find god(tm) and then came to the conclusion that i was god(tm)... weird). anyway, my mind is always hopping from topic to topic but there is usually an "audit trail" (blame the accountant in me) to follow. currently, i can't seem to find the common thread that links most topics together. i know. flakey. i can't deny it. but i can try to think of something to write about or even think about but then my brain scatters to the 4-winds and my thoughts are gone and im now thinking 4 different things. those then get scattered and suddenly its increasing exponentially until i just have to shut my brain off. rest. and it begins again. i dont really suffer from this "syndrome". i think suffer is such a loosely used word. my current state is what it is. hopefully my mind will go back to its irregularily scheduled progamme.

cake and death

those sliding doors i refered to in a previous post...

ever wonder how not taking that piece of cake can lead to death?
"no no, thank you mrs. crocker, i'd rather not have any cake today. i'm watching my midsection lately -watching it grow larger that is- and i really should be going..."
"well, maybe next time!"
*hug hug kiss kiss wave wave*
*SPLAT* der autobus meeteth thine head...
in your next life... have the cake!

dim

i've been looking for some sort of voice as of late. sometimes i feel like i get lost among the mundane things that life can bring you. busy, busy, busy. and i hate that. i'm the first to admit that i am selfish and love my alone time. as i was commuting home on the express today i was thinking about what i could possibly blog about that might be of interest, even to myself. lately i've been feeling that there hasn't been much time where i have been able to reflect on anything that i have seen. as you can see from my previous blogs, lately i have been lightly beating my head against a brick wall, its seems, trying to find a voice when i really have nothing to speak. my eyes haven't communicated to my brain anything of interest in the world. why have they been blinded to the world lately? what is it they haven't been able to see? i think i need a change of scenery... these eyes have seen a lot, but they need to see a lot more...

things that go bump in the night

...you know, those thoughts that keep you awake.

mine tonight:

• how am i going to figure out this trip to europe. three destinations in mind: iceland, italy and germany.
• stupid springy mattress! i very much need a new one.
• when was it ok that i develop allergies?? what the fook am i allergic to?
• how my friend in california made out today (no pun intended) meeting a new "friend"
• why there is one odd hair on my left forearm that doesn't stop growing
• i need to clean my truck!!
• excited about friend coming to visit for spring break week!! (must buy groceries)
• did i drink enough water today?

yah, not terribly exciting... nothing like some nights. im not one to complain a lot. heh, ok i am. but in reality, i never really sit and think at night 'what have i done with my life and why am i here???' i rather enjoy where i currently am and am rather happy how i got here and what i've done to make life what it is. there are moments when those thoughts that keep me awake take on their own life and wander into the places that are ruled by the "what if"... sometimes its fun, sometimes its scary. i'm reminded of the movie "sliding doors" with gwenyth paltrow. what if i never caught that train and those sliding doors closed before i got through them?... these times, my friends, are when stories are written... unfortunately, my ability is not in writing. if i were to write from these times i could never bring them justice. they would stories wrought with discombobulated plotlines and probably a "lost highway" meets "a clockwork orange" meets "meet the fockers" with a soundtrack mix of "pink floyd", "opeth", "gordon lightfoot" and "my dying bride". not for the faint of heart. i've always wanted to write. to be sitting alone in a cabin tucked into the mountains somewhere. or on a lake in the middle of nowhere. regardless, very "misery"-ish. just me and a typewriter (i love the sounds typewriters make). sipping tea and knowing exactly what i wanted to say... *mulls* maybe some day i'll surprise some of you... and then you'll be sorry...

soundtrack: Therion - [Vovin #01] The Rise Of Sodom And Gomorrah [6:45]
what a brilliant song to listen to while awake at this hour...

my word cloud

a fellow blogger hooked me up with this link and it bluddy brilliant!!

check it out!

i had a craving yesterday...

and here is what it was...
and so now i sit, almost 02:00 MDT singing my head off to "close every door to me". i think there's something the matter with my noodle. im not a big andrew lloyd i-stole-that-music-from-pink-floyd webber, but for some reason i needed to listen to this production. maybe its the utter cheeseyness of it all that i was craving. i can't put my finger on the reason why i wanted to hear this, but as i sit here and sing it -completely off-key- i am reminded of the college production that i went to about 5 times. i was in absolute awe of how amazing these kids who were *my* age could perform so professionally. and it was a brilliant performance. i can't remember the name of the fellow that played joseph, but i remember his voice. i remember his face. i remember the guy that played benjamin and how he was incredibly beautiful with his long dark hair. i remember thinking to myself... *THIS* is what college was supposed be. experiencing anything and everything. and when you come from a small town in the middle of nowhere, like i did, ANYTHING was an experience. i loved to going to one-act plays, college theatre projects, art-house movie theatres @ university, "sleeping-bag-theatre" in the quad, jazz-coffee-houses, indie concerts... i guess maybe i was feeling a bit nostalgic in some way. going back to something familiar. maybe that particular performance was an awakening in my educational journey. opening me up to all sorts of experience. or maybe im just a sucker for donny osmond!!!