Feb. 1st, 2011

cyrano: (Jesus Shrugged)
These damned activist judges legislating from the bench!
I'm sure Papa Bear O'Reilly will join me in renouncing this pinhead and hopefully leading an effort to get him impeached or recalled or lynched or *whatever* you do to judges when they don't judge right.
cyrano: (Dandelion Break)
What if Snow Patrol were selling matches on a snowy cobblestone street in London, only nobody bought any and they lit all their matches one by one trying to keep from freezing to death, and the next morning Peter Gabriel came along and found the body, took it home, and built a sad little shrine?

You should be in the mood for a melancholy album before you start this, but it's not just Sad Bastard Music. It's well done, and I put the whole damn thing into iTunes. I think "The Everthere" was the standout track, if you're going to check the samples at Amazon.

Three wags, says Coyote.



Also? I have often been disparaging of overblown flashy pop. However, I finally picked up an ELO album and listened to it. I am often the second or third to admit when I'm wrong, and I liked some of these cuts. Maybe I'm selling out in my old age, but if it can happen to Billy Joel then it can happen to me.
cyrano: (Lamppost)
Restless and irritable. Nothing is satisfying. Not that I've really tried anything, because I can't focus my attention on anything long enough. Yep, it's a manic episode. I don't think the weather is helping any. Usually, when the weather stirred me up, I could slip out, locking the door quietly, and wander out to the park. Or shoreline. Or just somewhere. Apparently I'm not allowed to do that now. Something about dying in a snow drift and not being discovered until the thaw. Whatevs.
In other news, it is really coming down. Nothing like the floaty fluffy stuff I posted about earlier. The air is full of grainy, icy, snow, separated from rain only by a few degrees. It quickly coats your hair, and melts on your face. The snow on the ground binds quickly and compactly, perfect for making snowmen or mini sno cones.
Anyway, I should go and lie in bed, on the off chance that I have to try and drive to work tomorrow.

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