11.19.08 book titles

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here’s some more punny book titles just returned to the ‘brary:

Auntie Mayhem (my fave!)
Bantam of the Opera
A Fit of Tempera

all written by mary daheim. old ladies love these books.

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109 Nottingham, Nerdsville USA

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55. so i just finished up The Life of Dr. Samuel A. Mudd: Containing His Letters from Fort Jefferson, Dry Tortugas Island, Where He Was Imprisoned Four Years For Alleged Complicity In The Assassination of Abraham Lincoln edited by Nettie Mudd (his daughter), a three hundred-some page book of letters that Dr. Mudd wrote while he was imprisoned, probably wrongfully, for setting John Wilkes Booth’s broken leg.

i enjoyed reading the letters and was suprised by two things.

1. they were not as bitter or whiny as i would have thought them to be. this could be because Nettie weeded out the letters that would make her pop look like a whinebag, i don’t know.

2. he called his wife, Sarah Francis Mudd, Frank. he always called her Frank.

it was pretty interesting, but only if you like stuff about Abraham Lincoln/US Civil War. the parts i found most interesting was that the mail delivery was not as spotty as i thought it would be and was in fact, pretty fast unless there was a storm or other bad weather. also, he was able to keep up with what was going on in the newspapers even though he was basically in the middle of Nowhere Swampland, Florida.

in other books about Lincoln and his assassination they usually talk about Dr. Mudd and how, while in prison, he would work the prison hospital because of all the Yellow Fever epidemics. i always thought that meant that there wasn’t another doctor around, but there was (it was a military fort too, so i don’t know what i was thinking). also, in his letters the only time he was ever all, “gosh, i’m sick of this.” was when he worked the hospital. i suppose i’d hate it too, what with people dying of yellow fever and dysentery.

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things you might be curious to know which i did not learn from this book but looked up the info myself cos i was curious:

Tortugas is spanish for turtles. and the Dry part was to let people know that there was no fresh water on the island. word to the nerd.

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11.17.08 seriously? Atlas shrugged, and then hurled up his guts.

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okay, you know how on your myspace page there are ads all over the sides of the page? can you even guess what ads are all over mine? no, you can’t. you know why? because it’s the most bizarre and horrible thing i’ve seen in a while. the ads, on the side of my login page, or whatever it’s called that i see that you don’t, the ads… they are for… the online Ayn Rand Dating Service.

really? really?

i mean, i get why it’s on my site. i mention Atlas Shrugged on my profile somewhere. so that’s not what’s getting to me. i get that the internet is stupid.

what i don’t get? an Ayn Rand dating service!

are you tired of regular online dating services where people are constantly talking about their wonderful senses of humor, long walks on the beach, and romantic dinners? are you sick of going out on dates with people who genuinely care about other people and who aren’t completely self-involved?

then come, join the tens of hundreds of other assjacks, like yourself, who are into things such as:
themselves
bullshit philosophy that justifies one’s assholery
things they’ve done for themselves
Ayn Rand
their own accomplishments
unemotional consensual sexual intercourse

or maybe you’re not into looking for a serious relationship but instead want to “hook up” for a night of godless, rough, arrogant, cold, impersonal, loveless sex so harsh that it’s almost rape! it’s okay, your ego can handle it!

you’re in luck!

sometimes the internet makes me weep.

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11.16.08 bass shenanigans

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I emailed the dog shelter about Nana. I’ll let you know if I get a response.

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some fried nerd with a side of nerd:

first, apologies to all music people who actually know how to use actual music/electronic vocabulary words. i’m playing the Girl card here. the Uninterested in Whatever All of This Stuff is, But I Know What Sound I Like Girl card.

the bass guitar i own is a fretless Fender Jazz. it doesn’t get very loud and i think part of the problem is the lack of frets. still, i love that bass. it is so smooth. it’s got the Jazz tone and without frets it’s even more smoothybassy. one bad part about it, and i think this is the same thing as the “it’s not loud” thing is that the lower notes are hard to hear. when i play higher notes they sound great and loud and dynamic and then when i drop down, like to a G on the E string, it’s like i’m not playing anything. you can’t hear it. i hate that.

so anyway, here’s where the nerdiness comes in.

Brookie let me borrow a bass that he had and was not using. it’s a Precision copy. and it has frets. the sound is night and day. it’s louder than the Jazz, and i really like that especially on the low end. but here’s the thing. it also sounds goofy. it sounds all “doink doink” or something. okay you can’t hear how that goes in my head, but it’s not unlike the Seinfeld theme song bass. it sounds corny. to me. to others i think it sounds like a normal bass sound. but i’ve played the Jazz so long (for eight years it’s been the only bass i’ve played) that anything else is going to sound funny to me.

so what i’ve done, right, is my POD (which is also 8 years old) awesomely enough has a Jazz tone setting on it. i know! so it makes the punchy, candy, toy sound of the P bass sound more similar to the J bass. is that not the best?! i cannot even describe to you how happy all of this makes me.

okay, back to your regularly scheduled program.

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11.14.08 aw, someone stop me…

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… before i drive up to Nashville to get a sweet pal for Roxy.

she sounds perfect!

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golly, gee, WordPress.

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hey, any of you cool cats out there use this WordPress thing?

well, maybe you do, and maybe you’re smarter than me and you know what a plug-in is. i don’t really know what it is. i think i have an idea about what a plug-in is, but if someone asked me what it is i would be all, “it’s the thingie that makes that thingee do that thing.”

but for weeks i’ve had this annoying red arrow thing by the plug-in option thing in the admin part of this WordPress thing. and it pisses me off cos i don’t know how to make it go away. so i try to ignore it. but so anyway just now i thought, “by God, i’m going to click on that and see what it does.” so i did.

and it was all this boring stuff with words.

but! then! i noticed a plug-in called Hello Dolly, and you know me, so i was all, “fuck, i don’t care what that thing does, count me in!” so i activated it. and what it does is it puts a random, single lyric from Hello, Dolly up in the corner of my admin screen. i’m only sad that you guys can’t see it. i wish it would put it somewhere out here for all to enjoy.

but then again, now it’s like i’ve got a secret Hello, Dolly message waiting for me when i update something. this is big. this is my kind of plug-in. a big, fabulous, gay plug-in. i’m totally waiting for a Liza plug-in next.

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11.09.08 addendum

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yeah, so then popsicle and i went to the grocery store, and what music just HAPPENED to be playing?

Big Ol’ Jet Airliner.

i know.

ha ha, Lord.

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11.09.08 wait. november? already? dang.

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this morning at church we played a song, it’s an older song, and it’s called….

dammit wouldn’t you know it? i can’t think of the name of that song. i can’t even think of a single lyric. son of a…

this is not suprising at all. i suck at these songs. anyway, it’s the one with the Steve Miller chord progression. now, if you know me you know that i am not a fan of Steve Miller or the Steve Miller Band. don’t like it. i think the chord progession is from The Joker. isn’t that the name of that song where he goes, “some people call me Maurice?” i hate that. nobody calls that joker Maurice. dumbass lyric.

but the song i hate the most is Take the Money and Run. every time i hear it i think of the Manson Family murders. cos it’s about these dumbass hippies robbing and murdering a rich guy. only in the song Bobby Sue and Billy Joe get away. yuck, it’s just terrible. i hate that they get away. i hate that most people sing along with that song and actually cheer for the bad guys. and i hate “you know he knows just exactly what the facts is.” hate.

haaaate. hate. hater. hate.

but at least the church song doesn’t have Maurice in it.

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11.04.08 y’all best be votin’.

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this morning i’ve had the word mordorcycle in my head. which reminds me of my chimera phone.

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54. Dewey: The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World

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54. Dewey: The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World by Vicki Myron

I was a bit worried about this book for two reasons:

1. it’s about a cute animal so you know it’s going to die (the jacket cover gives you a heads up) and

2. it was 277 pages long, and while I consider myself an animal lover, there’s not a lot in me that wants to read about other people’s pets, much less about just one pet for the length of an entire book.

That said, it’s a sweet story, and just when you start to get bored of Dewey stories the author goes into growing up in small-town, rural Iowa, farm life, library stuff, and family stuff. So it’s not ALL about the cat. So if you like stories about cats, cats, libraries, cats in libraries, Iowa, kittens, wholesomeness, and/or good cat kitty cats then this book is for you. It really was a sweet story.

And yeah, even though I have a rock-hard metal heart of moonrock ice stone, and even though I knew it was coming, even though I told myself that Dewey had an AMAZING 19 year life, I cried like a little girl.

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