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Music and media.

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In which I gig and consume media.

Friday night I waited for nearly an hour for my bro to finish an instance in WoW, then we went to Rosita’s for dinner. Mmm, chile rellenos!

I went to bed early Friday night because I was tired from going out Wednesday and Thursday.

Saturday I woke up at nine. It really pissed me off, so I went back to sleep until eleven. I got my nails done Saturday afternoon. (My nail tech lady told me my skin looked bad and that I needed to cut back on the caffeine and cigs and drink more water. I was all, ‘Uh, okay lady. Will do.’)

After my manicure I went to meet Lannie and Becca at the bar. Not long after arriving I got a call from RB. He said, “Wanna make fifty bucks?” Of course I did!

Basel Wedding Gig

I drove out to Basel Cellars and sat in with the Coyote Kings, who were playing for a wedding reception. The food was good, the wine was free, and at the end of the night one of the caterers gave me an entire cheesecake.

Fifty bucks and a cheesecake for singing nine songs? Good deal!

Sunday I laid around like a slug. I watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind on Netflix. (Such a great movie! I’d never seen it before. Loved it.) I repainted my nails because I just couldn’t hack the very whorish dark color I’d chosen at the salon.

I finished reading Ghost Sunday night, even though the book pissed me off endlessly. I realize it’s fiction and therefore fantasy, but Jesus H Christ! I do NOT like gang rape, torture, and murder so graphically portrayed in my fiction… particularly not when both the main character and the author obviously find it sexually arousing! Gah! Sci-fi should not have smut in it! Well, more specifically: I don’t actually mind smut in my sci-fi, but I prefer it not to be pathological smut. I like my smut consensual, thank you very much.

There’s a scene where a group of naked chained co-eds are forced to watch the gang rape, torture, and murder of a couple of their number. Then when the good guys show up, one of them – the good guys, I mean – gives a speech about how not all men are assholes and the girls had better not turn into dick-slicing lesbians who won’t give head.

WTF?! In which universe is such a speech even remotely acceptable when delivered to a room full of naked women, two or three of whom were tortured to death?!?!

Sure, I’m against militant feminists as much as any woman can be. But I’m ALSO against idiots militant masculinists. Let’s all be humanists, shall we?

I bought the next book in the series but I’m not gonna read it. Not if there’s going to be such nasty misogynistic rape-fueled sex in between super awesome action scenes. Ugh.

Other random items: ~My dog is awesome. ~G’ma made a really delicious salad thing for dinner last night, composed of a bed of iceberg, diced beefsteak tomatoes, and a mayo dressing mixed with cucumbers on top. ~I’m drinking a LOT of water today. ~I have a zit on my nose, even though I’m far too old for such nonsense. ~It doesn’t matter how much I diet and exercise, I am apparently never going to have a waist ever again. ~I’ll be sitting in with the Kings at their album release party at Sapolil‘s tasting room next Saturday night. ~My boss left a pile of mail on my desk and left town, and I’m only vaguely aware of what I’m supposed to do with it. ~I shot a roll through one of my Argus C3s this weekend and can’t wait to get it developed.

The Brick in the truck

Movies

Blurbs, ,

In which you tell me what to do!

I want movie recommendations. From YOUSE, my babies!

If you use Netflix, befriend me (I’m goblinbox, of course) and recommend stuff. And if you don’t use Netflix, leave me a comment and tell me what to watch!

Thank you. *smooch*

What I Did This Weekend

Music,

In which there’s a brief overview.

Saturday morning I slept in. Then Gramma took me grocery shopping, and I spent $50 on things like bulgar and red lentils and canned chickpeas.

When we got home, I cleaned out the jeep. I put the few things I’d left in it into the basement, and filled a large bag with garbage. I left its key with Gramma because a kid was coming over to buy it at five. The jeep is dead, long live the jeep!

(Now I really don’t have a car, but at least it’s out of the damn driveway.)

At a quarter to three C came and picked me up, and we went to RB’s and recorded a demo. You can listen to ’em if you want – they’re fucking awesome and once RB put compression on me I liked the mic a lot better. (The linked MP3s are roughs, which means the engineering and production isn’t finished. I think one of the solos is going to be re-done, too. I’ll post the finals when they’re ready. Your job is to listen and tell me how awesome I sound, k? K.)

I had a totally transcendent moment when all four of the guys were singing back up on Get Ready. I’ve always, always ALWAYS wanted my own male backup singers! Oh teh happinez!

After recording for about five hours, C and I hit the store and then went over to his house, where we delivered feminine hygiene products and cheap wine to Syl. She was bleeding and watching a Star Trek marathon and cute as hell. (Her periods suck as much as mine used to, poor creature.) Eventually Syl kicked us out so she could get back to James and Spock, and C and I went to The Oasis over at Stateline to see a band play. We made the singer and drummer listen to our demo; the singer looked at me like I was holy and told me I was amazing. C dropped me off at home at two and I listened to the demo tracks a few times and then went to sleep.

Today I did laundry, helped Gramma pack up some of the Santas, and cooked dinner. (Tofu, couscous, and spinach.) Then I went to my room and watched I Am Legend on my laptop. (A guy from work gave me a bootleg; it looks like an Oscar copy.) (I used to date a guy whose grandfather got to vote, and we watched several “For your consideration…” copies of movies.) It was a good monster flick but Will is far too skinny.

So, that’s it. I’m a rock star! A tired rock star. It’s bedtime. G’night, my babies.