Archive for September, 2008
I know it is Thursday. I was going to write this yesteday. But hey, if the Federal Government can pretend it has $700 Gazillion dollars to lend out, then, you all, should have no trouble pretending it is Wednesday.
I think Jason Webley is one of the most talented musicians/performers I have ever seen. Ever. His music should be in every household across America. Just like Michael Jackson’s Thriller. Jason Webley should be part of our collective unconsious. And his performances should be like church on Sunday. Heck, they are like church on Sunday. He is like a stomping Justin Timberlake, without the Justin or the Timberlake.
www.jasonwebley.com
So, as part of this website, I am instituting a Webley Wednesday from now on. Every Wednesday I will expand on some aspect of Jason Webley, his music, maybe even his fashion sense. And I will undoubtedly mention, that I think he and Amanda Palmer seriously consider a Twisted Sister cover. And not off the Stay Hungry album either. I think they should go for a different album, an lesser known one. I am going to leave that at that, because Twisted Sister is a very personal issue, and I wouldn’t want to influence them into choosing a song that I would want them to sing, like, cough *I am, I’m me. *cough Or *Wake Up the Sleeping Giant. *cough*
www.jasonwebley.com
Ok, so back to the Webley Wednesday! Did you know that if a Webley Wednesday happens to fall on the 11th, then the following Friday would be…FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH? Yeah, I didn’t either until Mr. Pungsnotded pointed it out. How delightfully perfect! And February will be the next Friday the 13th, yay February!
www.jasonwebley.com
Go now, buy some music so you can meet me back here on next Webley Wednesday and we can discuss each song at length and debate why Jason Webley sings about naps so often? Does he just need a nap? Why can’t he have a nap? Maybe he can’t sleep, maybe he has insomnia. Maybe he can only sleep in Russia. I don’t know. I do KNOW that his newest album is a cd-bargain for only ELEVEN dollars. ELEVEN MEASLEY DOLLARS, PEOPLE! NOT $700 trillion-billion dollars. Just eleven. OR $15 for a record AND a cd. For people like you and I . The rest of us. Go go go buy it! And leave a Webley inspired comment below!
www.jasonwebley.com
www.jasonwebley.com
September 25th, 2008
I came across this book at the library, and it really is chilling to think that all of this was written in the 1940’s. No More Secondhand Gods. We have come so far, but not really far at all.
“People of the United States,
(I believe the vast majority of them)
who are at present especially staked out
to be fooled in a big way,
which is vitally and mortally,
by all the warring or plotting factions
foreign and domestic,
are precisely those who alone remain unmoved.
It is these silent propagandees
who unerringly appraise
the pro- or anti-social values
of each world event;
of each communique;
and even of each personal happening
at other times trivial:
as these too may shade the outcome values
of man’s transition
from dominant self-deceit
to preponderant self-mastery;
from stomach rule to dictate of reason;
from politicians tricking
to scientific guidance
from a fear to a happy comprehensive motivation.
And because he is innately
aware of these things,
does man evade past snares-
steel himself against artful pathos;
welcome the speedy destruction
of those former barriers to world happiness
which have been humanly insuperable
without fracture
by any individual member of the old order,
from annihilist to deacon,
from clerk to Prime Minister,
no matter how distinguished by courage and integrity.”
R. Buckminster Fuller, April 9th, 1940
September 24th, 2008
We have a new shower curtain. This was our old one.
When I would shower, I would think about Russia. Damn, Russia is a big country. A really BIG country. I never knew HOW big Russia was until we had this shower curtain. And then I would wonder about all the little countries with wierd names, that I had never heard of. And I would feel sorry for the little countries, and wish they were a little more popular. But maybe they like being little unheard of places. And then I usually felt pretty stupid, for my total ignorance when it comes to geography. I should work on it. I should KNOW that Austria and Germany are, like, totally different countries. And I shouldn’t be suprised how BIG Russia is. Everytime I see it! But DAMN, that place is b-i-g. What if you got lost there? Lucky for me, we just purchased this NEW shower curtain. And so now all I have to think about while showering, is LOOK AT THEM FISH! Ah, much better! And if you are one of those two shower curtain people, one liner and one cloth one, please know that you are a much better person than I! I could never keep up with all those curtains in one place!
LOOK AT THEM FISH!
September 22nd, 2008
Rachelle Garniez
Luckyday
We saw Rachelle Garniez in the Establishment tent, at the Rothbury Festival this summer. Her performance was so beautiful, so perfect, and somewhat unexpected. She has an amazing range to her voice and the sweetest stage persona. I have to admit, when she came out onstage, and I saw her accordian, I thought to myself, “Uh-oh Spaghetti Oh’s, not another accordian player.” But that thought quickly vanished as she sang and played that thing, and we were all in love with her immediately. I finally ordered one of her cd’s and when I popped that baby in the cd player, I couldn’t believe it was better than I had even imagined. Oh dear, I must own all of her music. ALL OF IT. It is so nice sounding and then chaotic and then back to sweet again! I play it when I am working and I feel like a fancy lady! I might even dance around now and then! Thanks Rachelle Garniez for playing the accordian and singing! Oh, and especially thanks for coming and playing at the Rothbury Festival so us Midwesterners could see you in REAL life!
September 22nd, 2008
The Boy Who Would Be a Fire Truck, True-Life Tales From a Working Class Writer, by Marty Wombacher
I ordered this book specifically because I subscribe to Marty’s blog on Myspace, and it pretty much cracks me up. And keeps us informed of the greatest cheeseburgers in New York City. Very useful information. And even though it seems Marty is a devout, Budweiser drinker, we can be certain it is only because he has never seen the beautiful blue color of a Miller Lite can. Or maybe it disturbs him, that Lite is spelled L-i-t-e. Either way, I can overlook his Budweiser habit, due to the fact, that he is my people. My people, being from Central Illinios. There is a fondness I have for Midwesterners, and Marty used to be one of us. For many years, in fact, and then he up and moved to NEW YORK CITY! That is a big move, people! And I don’t even know how much rent costs there, but you can bet your bottom dollar, that it costs all the dollars. ALL of them. And you can’t even ask for more, because Rudy Giuliani will have you arrested for spare changing! Sorry, Giuliani, but you aren’t my people. You are Brooklyn’s people.
Anyway, I bought this book, because my people (Central Illiniosians) haven’t written a whole lot of books. I guess there was that Spoon River Anthology deal, and Langston Hughes. Um, and Carl Sandburg. And that one guy. From Lincoln. William Maxwell. SO LONG, William Maxwell, see you TOMMORROW, because Marty’s book is much more exciting! Sure you had that whole “murder” dealio in your “book”, Mr. Maxwell, but you never called into the Larry King show while high and drunk. AND got on the air! Sorry, William Maxwell, but this book is better. Almost as great as Amanda Palmer. Almost as great as Twisted Sister. It is like those “Chicken Soup for the Soul” books– for the rest of us. I have never read one of those “Chicken Soup All Up In Your Soul” books, because– I AM THE REST OF US! This book deals with serious issues, such as: beer, Moon Zappa, Sassy Magazine, people who are overly enthusiastic about FRUIT!, and a story about Richie Haven’s that made me laugh out loud. I do not lol, internets, because I am not too lazy to type that shit out. Twice. LAUGH OUT LOUD. The only way this book could be any cooler is if Amanda Palmer wrote it. But she didn’t. She has Neil Gaiman to write her books for her.
So go buy this book and then read it. It only costs, Twelve Dollars and Ninety Five cents, and that is waay cheaper than 5 gallons of gas or 24 pretty-blue Miller Lites. So order it, and then walk to the liquor store and buy 6 Miller Lites, the 16 oz ones, that way you get a free beer for every 3 you drink that is,like, ONE FREE BEER, people! And then go blow up the gin room and listen to WKAP, like 95 times! See me back here, next Thursday for another book review!
September 18th, 2008
I had a sewing day today. It needed to happen badly. I have a child who refuses to wear anything that feels tight around his waist, so, laundry sewing is really the only option. Plus, it reduces my fabric stash, and supports NO sweatshops. (I do enough of that with running. Hello NIKE! NIKE PLUS IPOD NANO! Yeah, boo me!)
If you are a seamstress, you know that an American pattern for your boy-child does not exist. If you do happen to find a pattern, they usually scream, I AM HOMEMADE KICK MY ASS AT THE BUS STOP PLEASE! And if they are tolerable, i.e. pajama pattern, they have a horrible fit. I think the designers of these patterns are drunk and have only seen children on television or read about them in books. A few years ago, I discovered Europeans are waaay ahead of is in the clothing pattern department. And in geography, *ahem* McSpain, I mean, McCain.
This brings us to OTTOBRE. The most kick-ass patterns for your kids. EVER. Like, EVER. I love them so much, each issue is like a delicious piece of candy with a shot of vodka on the side. Or whatever people drink in Finland. I don’t actually know what goes down in Finland, except for the production of these freaking amazing sewing pattern magazines. They have a women’s issue, too, twice a year!
So here are the Shorts, from Issue 3-06, design #12:
This fabrics were provided by my mother, who pretty much ROCKS! She ever rocks more than Amanda Palmer. Sorry, Amanda Palmer, but if you met my mom you would understand! She also loves to shop at thrift shops for fabric, so both pair of these shorts probably cost less than $1 to make. ONE DOLLAR, people! TAKE THAT TARGET!! And thanks Mom, for the enabling, I mean, fabric fixes!
Oh and here is another $5 fabric cuff, which clearly, you, the reader need to purchase!
Happy Thursday, my lovelies!
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
September 18th, 2008
September 13th, 2008
Wednesday, Mr. Pungsnotded had a circuit bending workshop. Never one to do things by the book, Mr. Pungsnotded decided to let the worms do all the work.
Worms need to express themselves, too!
Taking apart children’s toys, isn’t as easy as it looks, and there are lots of tiny screws to remove.
But the result is worth it. You should try. You don’t have to use worms, you can use a finger.
I do not claim to actually know what a circuit is, or what actually happens when you bend one. I do know what noise is, I like to make lots of it!
-or- there was free Jimmy John’s at the workshop, and I enjoy free food and noise.
September 12th, 2008
These past couple of days have been busy, first I caught a BIGFOOT!
And THEN after way too much time spent on the computer, we secured our copy of the “Who Killed Amanda Palmer”, Neil Gaiman Book, T-shirt, etc. Yay! We have been rocking the cd in the kitchen ever since. There are a few cup-smashing-ala-Pump Up the Volume/Breakfast Club moments in that music, let me tell you!
Go get your’n!
September 9th, 2008
