little children have small ineffective brains and cannot be trusted
la cabra
La Cabra. The Goat. Seeing as it ends with an 'a' and starts with la this is a feminine word. I am not a female so this 'a' has been changed to an 'o' and the la to el. I am sorry if this is violating the all important laws of the ancient spanish language.
My sister got these for me last christmas, and I'm sorry to say that I have yet to grow them. Despite the fact that I have nothing to say about them I'm going to squeeze out a few words.
I think that these little fellas are quite precious. They may leave a little to be desired. One problem begins in the instructions. It says that there are around 100 eggs in the little packet. Pour all of them in at once, it says, to insure that some live. It continues on to say that usually only two will end up living no matter how many eggs you put in, doesn't this seem a little unhelpful? If the little buggers always whittle eachother down to a male and female, why put in all 100 eggs? Sounds like some poor planning if you ask me. When I hatch mine I'm definitely going to only put in about a quarter of the egg packet. An added benefit is that if I do screw something up, I'll still have about 75 eggs to kill. Yippee!
Why did people invent furniture? I mean, I realize we are lazy and couldn't possibly stand or sit on the ground, but really. Why was it designed the way it was? And when did it start getting ugly? Take a look.
I think that it is quite obvious when furniture began to get ugly, its when it went from solid to veneer. Yes, my friends, that was the downfall of furniture. Looks like the British Kings and Queens always had ugly chairs. Sucks!
Seating used to be attractive, what is more sexy than a solid wood chair that weighs 600 pounds? Nothing! I'm glad you agree.
My basement is home to three very ugly items. One is a mustard yellow chair. We named it Colonel Mustard. Yeah that's right. Well it used to be mustardy, it is kind of losing some of its color and getting dirty, but one can still tell just how ugly it looked at birth. The second is a toffee colored chair. It is "fur" covered or something like that with .25 cm hairs that do little but make things stick to it. Like weird little sticky things that nobody knows what they are. Quite the turn on let me tell you. The third piece is a couch that is large and also a medium brown color. The unfortunate thing is the stripes running vertically along its length. They are different shades of brown, and each color has its own length of hair fibers, so that the overall effect of the couch is an ugly brown rug that got attacked by a lion.
I think that in recent history there must have been an Ugly Furniture Co-Op that decided that for the next 6 years all furniture manufactured should be hideous. I think it is safe to say they succeeded, looking at the picture of the couch above, and when one imagines my furniture. Blurg.
Goodness me, I should really find something to blog about other than purple carrots, but they are just so interesting that I can't help myself. Not really, but they are quite easy to blog about. I recently told you about how I found a bottle of purple carrot juice in my store, well just in case you didn't believe me, here it is.
Yes, this is the exact same bottle as the one we sell in our store, full of vitamins minerals and other such fantastically healthy things. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if this was some other Hy-Vee, see that vegetable tray in the background? Looks suspiciously like the "Very-Veggie Tray" that we just started selling. They have snow peas, carrots, peppers, and tomatoes in them. And more but I can't and don't want to remember. I hate vegetables. They make your hands cold when you put them in little containers. I think that it is their way of striking back at humanity, killing one hand cell at a time. Vicious little things. This is why drinking this purple carrot fruit drink thing is good. Get back at the evil mutant vegetables! By the way, all Bolthouse Farms bottles of juice like the one shown cost $2.99. What a low, low price.
Oh man that reminds me. We have people talk over in store intercom about random things. They are soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo annoying. I personally laugh every time the speaker messes up and has to start a word over. Muahahaha, shows them who's boss for ruining my quiet time. There I am sitting in my refridgerator of a back room, peacefully chopping up vegetables and whatnot, and bam. The intercom starts blaring about the low, low prices and wonderful fantastic beautiful deals. Too bad everything at Hy-Vee is overpriced. The salad bar isn't, though. Feel free to come and just eat salad. It's really quite delicious. My favorite thing in there, other than the Oreo Fluff, is the chicken. Its amazing. Uh. Mayzing. Can't get enough. Sometimes there are annoying little icky bits in them but hey, you can't have everything you whiner. Get over it.
Disclaimer: If you have sensitive ears and are mildly afraid of cross dressers... Do not watch this video. It is really quite funny, but can hurt the hearing organs of those that are unprepared and/or afraid of cussing. The ESRB (or is that just for video games... who cares) would give this a rating of PG-13 due to mild sexual content and mild swearing. Just watch the stupid thing and stop reading my blog. The video is way better.
Yum Yum. Gotta love those cross dressers and their fathers with very weird voices and facial expressions. The reason (some of) you were forced to endure that fantastic demonstration of all the amazing shoe varieties is simple; somebody threw a shoe at our not-so-amazing president.
I wish I were Borat, I would go high five the thrower.
Muntazeral-Zaidi is his name. Great guy, if only I could meet him. Boy oh boy does this sound anti-American. I'm all for America and everything it stands for.... except for that Bush guy. I can't believe that he got reelected, or even elected the first time. Something must be said for uninformed people in large masses. I'm actually generally a politically uninformed person, but even I, the Cabrito, would not have voted for Bush had I been old enough. He was destined to be a flop.
P.S. I suck at writing about politics, go read somebody else's blog. Humph.
P.S.S. While contemplating what to blog about next I remembered a video I had seen long ago. It is entitled muffins. It is a little bit less painful than the shoes one, and is oddly enough by the same YouTube person. Strange, indeed! I think that next time I have a muffin it will be the asbestos one just because it sounds oh so delicious. I'm really squeezing my brain hard and not much is coming out. Maybe I'll stop for the night. Sheesh. Talk about low quality blogs...
Everyone with vision that is more poor than is lovable knows how wonderful glasses are. Some people have really crappy vision i.e. my neighbour, whereas some people just leave a little to be desired i.e. me.
The most amazing things ever must be contacts. They are quite the intriguing little things. When they are floating around in a bunch of solution (the solution itself is really quite miraculous) you can hardly see them. You scoop them out of their holding tank and its very weird because you usually can barely feel them. Its like they aren't even there. You go through them at a fairly nice clip, one set every two weeks. I just got rid of mine last night and I was wondering what would happen if i just let them sit out for a while and let the furnace suck the life out of them. Turns out these things should be used in the army. Let them dry out for a bit (in the Iraqi desert, for example) and they harden quite nicely. They turn into little curled up (yes, they curl up, as if they really did have the life sucked out of them) pieces of plastic. Like shrapnel. Shove one of those little suckers into a gun and bam! You could definitely teach somebody a lesson.
So that solution stuff I mentioned. Its fantastic. You can fill up a contact with it and shove it on your eye to prevent any sort of *mild* discomfort that might occur with a dry (potentially plasticky) contact. If you've got it filled a little bit too much then the contact makes a little bubble that you just blink away in the form of a tear. It would be pretty funny sometime to pretend a contact hurt you so bad that you cried and then show someone. It sometimes looks very dramatic and real because your eye is red anyway.
This post sucked, I am sorry if you read it.
(The following written 12/15/2008)So, I was by the sink cleaning out my war wounds from the last time I tried to shoot a contact at the enemy (in other words I was cleaning out my sockets from my wisdom teeth removal), and I decided to try to resurrect the contact. I filled up a little tablespoon measuring device with some water and set the contact off on its maiden sailing expedition. Enthralled onlookers shouted Bon Voyage from the harbor railings as they watched the brave little ship battle waves twice the size of mount everest. Shhh its a story you fool, stop arguing with me. Hem Hem. So what really happened was I set it in there and waited for the magic to happen. Nothing happened, what a drag. I promptly left the kitchen and did something worthwhile I'm sure. I returned one hour later to find my contact happily floating around, as pliable as the day it was born. What a heart-warming story of true love and everlasting peace, huh. Just thought you should know in case of contact emergency, though I'm not sure if you would want to soak it in water (apparently its bad) or put it in your eye, even if you had soaked it in saline.
Cats can be oh so cute and cuddly. That soft fur that covers them and makes them so exciting and lovable to little children the world over is actually the devil's spirit in inanimate-object form. Yes, this is true. Cats long ago were possessed by the devil, and to get him out they grew fur. The sunlight on their fur killed his little soul chunk that was possessing them, leaving only one small side effect. Shedding. Right before the piece of soul was destroyed it enacted one final piece of revenge and damaged the cells making the hair. Now today we are left with cats that drop their fur like there's no tomorrow. Many people don't care, because they don't have cats or want them. But to those people that own them, it is quite a pain in the you-know-where.
So why am I writing about such a topic? No reason. But I'm pretty sure nobody cares to read this anyway, so what does it matter? I'm practically talking to myself. Like an old woman chunnering to herself about this or that. I'm turning into an old lady! Oh no! Here's the funny thing though, when you imagine an old lady muttering to herself about kids these days or whatever else it is that old ladies mutter about these days, you imagine her talking to her cat, do you not? Yeah I thought so, thats what I think of too.
Oh, there I go getting all off topic again. So basically I'm turning a simple whiney blog that is worth about two sentences into a long post that will look like some Grade A Extra Fancy Heinz Ketchup. Or something like that. So whats the complaint, you ask? Hair.. Hair should be outlawed and everyone should have to shave all of their hair off. What a perfect world, no nasty pieces of hair getting stuck to your sexy black dress pants, your wonderful new coat, nowhere. No hair.
I have found an amazing piece of information that really needs to be shared with anyone and everyone that cares to read this blog. So, for those lucky three of you, here we go.
I was at work checking out my region of the store. As anyone that has read any of my previous posts would know, I work in a grocery store's salad bar. The work doesn't only consist of making salads though, we also make little containers of disturbingly overpriced foods. We make containers of watermelon, strawberries, 6-Mix (pineapple, honeydew, cantaloupe, watermelon, strawberries, and grapes), pineapple, honeydew, cantaloupe, and watermelon. Then there are the less unhealthy things. Such as, taco haystack dip (amazing), vegetable pizzas (not amazing), fruit pizzas (fantastic), ranch wheels (who knows), and fruit and vegetable trays. These all cost about five times what it costs us to make them. The strawberries are priced at $4.49 / lb. Seriously. You can get a container of strawberries for like three bucks and it'll weigh two pounds. To make matters even more ridiculous, we sell brownies with whipped cream and sprinkles on top. One dollar. For a tiny little brownie with whipped cream smashed to the top from the plastic wrap. Disturbing!
I checked to make sure our juice bar (as the place where we put all the aforementioned goods is called) was well stocked and while facing it (making everything look good and full) I noticed some super juice drinks that were, of course, overpriced. Three dollars a bottle can get you a bottle filled with acai, vanilla bean, pineapple, coconut, and all sorts of other apparently really good-for-you things. The best one by far was... drum roll please... purple carrot! Purple carrot! I repeat. Purple carrot! Remember that post I just wrote about purple carrots? Well one week after that I found this amazing bottle! Pretty soon I'll buy it and then I'll write up a post exclusively about the amazing tasting purple carrot juice drink. Try not to die from over excitement.
P.S. That plastic wrap machine I mentioned is pretty fantastic though. Its like a massive double wide roll of it hanging on this little bar. It has a little table that you put the to-be-wrapped goods on in preparation for their big moment. The wrap slides out from underneath the table ready to go. Once you have liberally smothered whatever is being wrapped you need to detach your wrap from the roll, right? Well how do you do that if there is no sharp little blade thing to cut it for you? You melt it! Yep. That's how we do it. There is a 200 degree metal bar and you just stick the wrap and there and kapow! It melts cleanly off and you are left with a neat little package that has more wrap on it now than it did when it was sold to you. Wonderful!
Carrots are orange. I just thought I would let you all know that, and to let you all know that I know that, before I continue. The unintelligence of some people really should not be underestimated, so I wanted to have us all start out on the same page before continuing.
So, what have we established so far? That carrots are orange? Yes, thank you Cabrito for this wonderful insight. That is the kind of telepathy I’m getting back. Calm down, calm down, I’m not insulting your intelligence, merely stating the obvious so that I can continue and confuse you. Yeah, prepare for confusion over carrots. Actually, it isn’t that confusing so I’ll just stop rambling and get on with today’s lesson.
At my aunt’s house this past weekend we had a family get together. And, as all of you with families that you would want to get together with, families have food when they meet up. I love food, it will probably end up being the topic of several posts up-and-coming. I seriously love it. With a fiery passion. The point is that I’m off topic again. So my aunt decided to have a soup fest. She made three kinds of soup: spicy taco, chicken noodle (completely homemade by the way, broth, noodles, and everything. I feel the jealousy), and beer cheese. They were all good, even though by the time I was on my third bowl, and ready to try the taco soup, it was almost gone. The one minor hitch was that the beer cheese soup was not its normal color. I’m assuming the normal color is yellow, but it was more of a purple-brown sort of thing. Not the most appetizing of colors when you think of cheddar cheese. Personally, and you can call me crazy, when I think of cheese I think of yellow or orange.
This is where my delightfully rambling introduction comes in. The carrots my aunt had used were organic and… purple. Yeah. I said it. The carrots were purple. Oh man, just stopped you from feeling like you ruled the world didn’t I? Burst your bubble a bit huh? I’m sure you will get over it. You were sitting in your comfy little chair feeling all smart and well educated about common garden vegetables, and then I drop the purple carrot bomb. Now that I think of it a purple carrot bomb would create quite the mess wherever it was dropped…. I’ll have to ponder that one for another time. But for now, I will leave you with that sad, brought down feeling of knowing that you were wrong. And that once again you were bested by the unnamed mini goat (that’s what cabrito means smart one)that’s still in senior high.
Note: if you cannot seem to remember the last time I told you that you had been bested, refer to the post about marching band. It will probably bring back suppressed memories of sandy beaches.
Okay so being homeless pretty much sucks, we can all agree right? So why don’t people do anything about it? Your guess is as good as mine.
Thank goodness my school is out there to help. Last Thursday night we had 83 people come back to the school, willingly, mind you, and spend the night. Outside. In the darn cold weather. Sounds pretty BA doesn’t it? We slept in some pretty amazing card board boxes too, on the freezing cold cement. My box had some length disabilities. It was nice and big around so that even if I gained a few hundred pounds I would fit comfortably. The problem arose in the horizontal distance department. It barely went up higher than my waist. That’s a slight problem when you’re trying to keep warm; I believe that this sentiment is shared by most people. So I came up with a delightfully intelligent solution. I took a blanket and put about one half on top of the box and then stretched the other half around and under my pillow, creating a sort of lean-to.
I woke up around two in the morning to find, to my great consternation, that the lid covering up the end of my box had blown over and the wind was creating havoc with my body temperature. I could barely tell this by peeking through the crack of the blanket smothering my head. And when I say smothering, I mean it. I tried to remove its silky softness but my hands were covered with gloves and mittens and weren’t functioning their best. I seriously thought, in my just-awoken stupor, that I was going to be trapped in my blanket until I could get someone to rescue me.
I eventually managed to excavate my face and look around me to see what was going on and discovered that my friend, who’s name shall go undisclosed for fear of violating personal rights, was no longer there. Her box was there alright, but her sleeping bag and other personal accessories were MIA. I promptly stole her box and had a major house moving/renovating project. It lasted a total of, oh, about two minutes. I then covered the front end of my much larger box with my blanket and fell asleep until almost six.
At that point I was rudely awakened by another, also unnamed, friend who notified me that it was unfortunately time to get up and leave. The even more rude part of this awakening is that it was indeed snowing/ raining. Not so much fun. The temperature had probably dropped to at least -50 by this point and I was definitely ready for some heat.
At this point you may be wondering if i am making all of this up, which is entirely possible after the brain/apple story. So here is another account of this exciting adventure.
This makes me wonder how homeless people manage to live like that. How can they get food and still stay warm? I know that if I was wandering around in some city scrounging for food or money that I would freeze to death. The good thing is that my school’s event raised over 1400 dollars in donations. This money will go to homeless people in our area, of which there are relatively few, and provide food and other items for them. It definitely makes me feel like a much better person for suffering through that. And now I’m raising awareness just by complaining! What a bargain!
Delicious sounding right? No, probably not. I didn't think it sounded so scrumptious myself. So the question is, why do people eat something like that? Don't even think about asking me because I will be forced to make up some obnoxious lie. So just don't do it.
I bet that you are jusy dying to find out what spongy brain matter people would be eating and why I'm writing about it, right? Well when I was at the Drake Biology lab there was a dissection lab going on. In the room on the table sat a brain in a jar. It looked really disgusting but this student really wanted to eat it. When the teacher was talking to us he took it out and got a spoon and set to work. No, I am not even kidding.
I have decided to let you in on another little secret. I have lied to you, and when I say lie I'm talking about a big whopper of a lie. An earth-shattering lie, so I must apologize. Are you ready to learn what of my wonderful blog has been deceptive? It was the story I just told you. I know! You actually believed that somebody wanted to eat some strange preserved brain. Well, they didn't. I just thought that it would make a fantastic introduction to a much less disturbing topic.
I realize that by now you are probably just dying to know what on earth purpose I had for spending the time to write the phenomenal piece of prose. Well my purpose was simple, I really just wanted to complain about Red Delicious ™ Apples. (Ooh did you like that little tm raised up there, pretty fancy was it not?)
These above said apples are one of the worst name abominations. Worse even than the… something that doesn’t come right to my head at the moment. I’ll come back and have this replaced with some scintillating comparisons in no time, but my written abuse is not the real point here people. Red Delicious™ Apples basically fail the delicious test. In case you were still stuck at the end of your seat I’ll bring up the brain matter thing again here, no worries. But back to the apples. So first of all, they have nice looking skins, all red and shiny and beautiful, but that is where the good things end. They have peels thick enough to withstand an atomic bomb dropping directly on them. Their flavor is akin to that of diluted thrice frozen and thawed apple juice (I’m just postulating that juice after that would not taste so hot). The worst part, though, is their flesh. Wow that sounded a little bit cannibalistic. No worries though, its apple flesh we’re talking about here, not human. So the white goodness that we expect to find when we have an apple is not to be described as goodness. It is so strange and unnatural that I have decided to name it spongy brain flesh. Because the texture makes me think of the descriptions I have heard in books about brains.
So the moral of the story is, stop eating Red Delicious™ Apples and start eating the good stuff, Honeycrisp™.
Note: I am very proud of my ™ signs placed sporadically in this and you should probably be feeling overwhelming jealousy right now.
This year for marching band our music was from the new star wars movies. You know, the three new ones with nice special effects. Yeah. Those ones. We had a fun little medley that including the most popular music, and also music that probably had absolutely nothing to do with star wars but sounded nice on the field. Thats just my speculation, it could be totally wrong, but I'm pretty sure that there is more than one grain of truth in that statement. Probably at least three grains, but my bet is about 2 million grains. That brings up the all important question; how many grains of sand are in the ocean? Actually it doesn't bring up that question, I just thought it would be fun to put in my blog. If anybody actually can answer that question that would be totally cool though, we should set the worlds greatest minds on figuring out the answer to that question. I'm sure it would solve a whole bunch of our most pressing problems. I mean seriously, would there really be war if we knew exactly how many grains of sand there were floating or sitting in the ocean? I bet there wouldn't be! And you can't even prove me wrong because i doubt that you know the answer to that question. Thus, I have bested you, and you have lost.
I appear to be digressing from the title of this blog don't I... Back to band. Our show was pretty fun, and actually less tiring then shows in the past as far as i can remember. In the past I've practically had a hard attack because I had to play as loud as I could at the end and I had basically no air so i was squishing the life out of myself. Nearly. Back to band. We got a major confidence boost at the beginning of the year at the marshalltown competion. We took grand champion, first in our class (funny thing is we were the only band in class 4A), and all the caption awards. I'm pretty sure these included best winds, best colorguard, and something else. Maybe best drumline/percussion? Then at all our other competitions we didn't do so well. I'm speaking of the important ones: Valley and Ankeny. I mean, we did all right and we looked and sounded good, but the judges were always placing us worse than we thought we should be placed. That seems to happen a lot in life doesnt it? At Valleyfest we got sixth or seventh, and we tied with Washington. Then at Ankeny we got fourth for the fourth or fifth year in a row so it was kind of lame. Washington did not look very good and their show was super boring, the crowd almost never clapped. During our show, on the other hand, the crowd went crazy like fifteen times. Then the general affect judge kept whining about how our color guard wasn't in a good position blah blah blah. It was stupid.
This is our video from Valley. Valley has the most amazing high school stadium currently in existence. This of course is 100% true, not influenced by my opinion in any way shape or form. Its got a really good view and you can see the forms nicely (not like anyone but a marching band person would even know or care what forms in band are)
Here is a random video of Texas Tech performing Star Wars/ Trek music in the dark with light up suits or something. Pretty much way better than any high school band.
Last Saturday I had the wonderfully exciting privilege of auditioning for all-state. I actually do not believe that it is a good thing to be allowed to try out, because auditions are quite possibly the most frightening thing on this planet. I hate them with a very large passion.
About five weeks before the real thing, Ms. Fleer made anyone that wanted to try out do a pre-audition try out, in order to wean out the runts of the school and to give those that pass a better chance of making the final audition. That was scary enough as it is, because at that time I had barely begun to practice and was still pretty horrible at the music. Thankfully, due to last year where I made recalls, Ms. Fleer told me that it was fine if I didn't do the thing with her. Saved! It was quite the wonderful feeling.
My all-state time was 3:20, so I got to Oelwine around 2:00 and started to warm up and prepare. I was really nervous because I felt a lot less prepared than the year before. When I practiced my solo part I actually had to stop once, and go back because I got so screwed up that I just couldn't go on anymore. It was very disheartening. I went to my room a few minutes early just in case they were running on time, and turns out they weren't. After all of my warming up and preparing I had to sit and wait for 20 minutes. Absolutely perfect for de-warming and not concentrating. Oliver Jorge and I sat and played games on my iPod for awhile and then finally, and unexpectedly, it was my turn to go. I walked into the room and said hello to the judge, who said hello back pleasantly enough. This would turn out to be the only pleasant thing she would say or do throughout the entire experience.
I screwed up my solo a little bit and it made me sad especially since the judge said she had heard of the song. Its called Divertissement by Pierre Max Dubois. Who's heard of that song anyway? She must have very little in her life to keep her interesting. That's all I have to say on that matter.
Then came the etudes that we had to have prepared. I played both of them without any major mistake and was feelin' pretty good. The slow one was super good sounding in my opinion, I didn't have that nervous spazzy vibrato problem like I have had in the past.
I picked F# as one of the scales on my little card, and F# is definitely my worst scale. Thankfully I contrived (isn't that a neat little word) to play it note perfect at the properly fast tempo so I felt pretty good.
I went back to the gym after playing my scales to wait for the sign. When it got posted I had oliver jorge look for me and I didn't get a recall this year. Darn! I actually wasn't sad because I just really wanted to leave that gym full of obnoxious band lovers.
My hands are searching for you My arms are outstretched towards you I feel you on my fingertips My tongue dances behind my lips for you
This fire rising through my being Burning I'm not used to seeing you I'm alive, I'm alive
I can feel you all around me Thickening the air I'm breathing Holding on to what I'm feeling Savoring this heart that's healing
My hands float up above me And you whisper you love me And I begin to fade Into our secret place
The music makes me sway The angels singing say we are alone with you I am alone and they are too with you I'm alive, I'm alive
I can feel you all around me Thickening the air I'm breathing Holding on to what I'm feeling Savoring this heart that's healing
As I cry The light is white And I see you I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive
I can feel you all around me Thickening the air I'm breathing Holding on to what I'm feeling Savoring this heart that's healing
Take my hand I give it to you Now you own me All I am You said you would never leave me I believe you I believe
I can feel you all around me Thickening the air I'm breathing Holding on to what I'm feeling Savoring this heart that's healed
This song is pretty addictive as well, but it definitely isn't one that you go around humming. Its fun to listen to while doing something like homework, but it doesn't really get stuck in your head. The main thing going for it is the combination of the singer's voice and the instrumental stuff, it repeats frequently throughout the song (as you can tell from the lyrics) and it makes it good background music. It is also easy to hum along to after just a listen or two, unlike some songs (ex: Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap) which take several listens and maybe a quick search for the lyrics on the web.
This song is most likely talking about a girl and her boyfriend. It seems to me like it might be a love song with a little bit of exaggeration, talking about a secret place and whatnot. It reminds me of Pocketful of Sunshine when Natasha Bedingfield is talking about her secret place with rivers that nobody knows about etc etc. It is one of the few songs by a band that seems to get close to the edge of hardcore rock that I actually like. It is one of the few songs that Flyleaf has that I like listening to, some of them get a little to "rocky" and a little too screamy. Like a death metal band that took some chill pills. Yeah. I said chill pills. So there.
I hope to listen to and review more songs from flyleaf in the future, the only obstacle is actually buying the cd or songs. I've only heard All Around Me on the radio, none of their other songs, so I can only say what I said in the paragraph above (you know, the part involving some of those mythical chill pills).
Okay so here is the music video for it, and I'll have you know you almost didn't get to watch this from the blog. For some reason embedding this official music video was disabled, but lucky for you, I am dedicated and I found one that could be embedded.
Okay I realize that this music video is a little odd, the lead singer (Lacey Mosley) has her eyes closed a little too much and looks a bit emo in my opinion. And what's up with how she looks like she has some super bad migraine or something? Maybe she is allergic to light! That would explain the pale skin too! She seems much different in real videos, not like this fake overdone music video. The whole paint splattering or running down the walls seems a little bit crazy too. That red paint looks way too much like blood for my liking. Very disturbing.
Where are we? What the hell is going on? The dust has only just begun to fall, Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes. This can't be happening. When busy streets a mess with people would stop to hold their heads heavy.
Hide and seek. Trains and sewing machines. All those years they were here first.
Oily marks appear on walls Where pleasure moments hung before The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life. Hide and seek. Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won't catch me around here) Blood and tears,(hearts) They were here first.
Mmm, what you say? Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did. Mmm, what you say? Mm, that it's all for the best? Ah of course it is. Mmm, what you say? Mm, that it's just what we need? And you decided this. Mmm what you say? What did you say?
(hide and seek) Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth. Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs. Speak no feeling, no I dont believe you.Y ou don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
(hide and seek) Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth. Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs. Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
This song is rather amazing. The vocals are incredibly orchestrated so that there is almost always some totally fantastic chords and dissonance. Whenever the lyrics have a lot of emotion, the dissonance levels increase. http://lostthingsfound.blogspot.com/2006/12/totally-blown-away.html%20(A(A really good review of this song, but when i later returned to view it it no longer was there, so be warned, it might not work)
It takes some time to get used to actually hearing and understanding the words, its best if you look at the lyrics the first time so you don't hear something wrong and then get really confused once you know what it actually is saying. Once you can understand the powerful lyrics, and get the harmonies in your head, the song is stuck. It is nearly impossible to get this song unstuck from your head once its in there. Imagine somebody threw a little urchin covered with barbed spines right at your brain. Once its in there, it won't leave. It's like that...minus the blood, guts, and pain. I believe a porcupine would be an appropriate analogy as well, depends on your preference.
Video Time! Now for the warning... This is some random frightening video made by a creeper somewhere that thinks that people care about how and where they drive. Well, we could not care less. The reason that this was the video chosen is simple; the real music videos have their embed functions disabled by request, so this is what we get. You are lucky I even went to the work of finding this one, I had to make my search parameters tighter and actually burn an extra one billionth of a calorie for you, my mysterious reader.
Now for the actual lyrics part. Some other review for this song I read talked about how they believed the lyrics were talking about some girl, possibly imogen heap (what kind of name is that anyway), visited her childhood home to find that it was very changed. The author of this review was saying how the part, "Oily marks appear on walls, Where pleasure moments hung before, The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life," was quite obviously talking about a family portrait that was no longer there. I think that this is utterly ridiculous. First of all, why would a family move but leave their portrait on the wall? That would be just stupid, wouldn't it? Yes. The correct answer to that question is yes. The thing is, if you cared little enough about it to just leave it hanging on the wall, why would you be sad if when you visit years later its no longer there. Makes lots and lots of sense. Not. Secondly, the portion of the song that goes like this, "Spin me round again and rub my eyes. This can't be happening. When busy streets a mess with people would stop to hold their heads heavy." Why on earth would people on a busy street decide that it was a really wonderful time to get all depressed and down just because someone found their house with a family portrait gone. A family portrait that in my opinion doesnt exist. Thirdly, what would ransom notes have anything to do with somebody visiting their house and being sad? I'm going to throw out a random guess. Lets go with... hmmm. Nothing! Unless of course their house was stolen from them by the Mafia and they thought it would be best to wait a while, like a few years, before coming to visit. Gotta be safe and all, don't want to get shot or anything looking at your house.
Reading the title of this blog I bet at least one reader thought it was about water. Well guess what, its not! The reflections for this blog are introspective reflections.
As the leaves change colors and animals prepare for winter, I think about what I did the previous summer, and if it is what I wanted to do. In other words, I give myself a rating on how well I accomplished my goals. Usually the goals are small ones, nothing major. It seems as if most of the time my goals go un accomplished. I tend to distract myself from my goals and forget about them. I think that this happens to most people with goals that are repeated year after year. Such as losing weight after Thanksgiving, or Christmas. After both of the aforementioned holidays, an influx of new people appear in every gym. People want to work out, to be fit, yet somehow by that time next year, people have forgotten their goals, become too busy. That is how my goal setting works, but I try to set my goals before summer. Every summer I get busy, and before I know it, the summer is over and its back to the drudgery of school.
Did you know that a cucumber is a fruit? How about a habanero pepper? Well they both are, weird, isn't it? The strangest plant by-product must be that a banana plant is actually a massive herb. Yeah. Thats the truth. No matter how many types of fruits or false fruits there are, the best one is the apple. It is incredibly delicious on its own, and there are so many different things to be done with fresh apples. There is applesauce, which when you are making it looks disgusting to the extreme. It is just pulverized apples that you squish the pulp out of... mmmm. There is apple crisp, apple pie, apple bread, apple tart, apple pastry. The list goes on and on. Each type of food when made fresh tastes just like a delicious apple, not like the store-bought applesauce which just tastes like... Nobody really knows what it tastes like, but it doesn't taste like a nice crisp apple.
