Songdiary #883
| Contents of this week's edition:
Theatre Of Hate - "The Hop" |
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Artist Feature: Lambchop
| AIRDATE: | FEBRUARY 17, 2008 |
| HOST: | SHAWN |
| LENGTH: | 1h 59m 48s |
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Song Diary: 2008 Week 10
| Contents of this week's edition:
Lambchop - "Life's Little Tragedy" |
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#854
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Song Diary: 2008 Week 09
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Flowers Forever - "Black Rosary" |
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Song Diary: 2007 Week 52
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Lambchop - "Soaky in the Pooper" |
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Song Diary: 2007 Week 14
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American Watercolor Movement - "Sweet Thursday" Edgewood Elementary - "Rota" Brother - "Wisteria" CocoRosie - "Rainbowarriors" Lambchop - "Hickey" |
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Song Diary: 2006 Week 33
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The Sleepy Jackson - "Devil Was In My Yard" Telex - "B Sides" The Delgados - "Is This All That I Came For?" Lambchop - "Paperback Bible" |
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Something For the Weekend
Gosh, I suppose I owe most everyone an explanation of what I've been doing this last week or so. I know I haven't updated in awhile and I have very good reason. I've been dedicating all of my time to this major undertaking that places me on the front porch at my house for most of my spare time. Practically everything I own is now on the front porch, in various stages of sorting and boxing. It's something I've been eager to do for many years now, to just take everything out of the chaotic boxes of the past and place them neatly into the clean, bug-free, dander-free, dust-free, dirt-free boxes of Tomorrow. I even went so far as to take every photograph I own (that wasn't already pasted into an album) and group it with similiar photographs, to form a neat and tidy box of categorized pictures. It's elegant and I'm proud of it. So that's where I still find myself: on the porch with my laptop and speakers, a box fan, and all of my worldly possessions; sorting and boxing, cleaning and browsing and remembering. And saying goodbye too (I've already filled two large trashbags, working on number three).
In other news, the stray cat has pissed me off once again. Yesterday we found it in the neighbor's yard hovering over a baby squirrel. My initial reaction was despair because I thought for sure the poor thing was a goner and because I was nearing my wit's end with this damn evil cat and the carnage he puts before my eyes on a regular basis. [tag]Sooze[/tag] and I lifted up this little, four-week old baby and put him in a plastic container, along with a little towel to take inside. We decided we needed to go to the store for some sort of nourishment to feed him so he did not dehydrate. I washed my hands. I dried my hands. I was all ready to go.*
So we go to Wal-Mart, first stopping in the pet supplies department (R.I.P. Stephan*) to get a tiny bottle to feed it with. Next we head over to the Infants Department which is where we were told to go to find Pedialyte. We find the Pedialyte and 5 feet away we also find an unwitting husband and wife team, with two children in the cart, looking at some baby supplies. I cannot resist the urge, so I say out-loud to [tag]Sooze[/tag], but certainly loud enough so that this Wal-Mart Family can hear me: "Hmm.. Do you think we ought to take him out of the margarine tub to feed him, or just leave him in?…" This garnered a quick horrified stare from the adults next to us, a little less than what I had hoped for, but rewarding nonetheless. Let's just say it was more satisfying than picking up the intercom, drunk at the Wal-Mart in Jacksonville, and saying: "Tooter… Tooter?…" By the way, in case you readers don't know this, picking up a store phone inside any Wal-Mart and dialing # 9 6 will grant you instant access to the overhead speakers throughout the entire store. Food for thought, it is.
We make it back home, but with Kitten & Other Orphaned Rascal Formula instead of the Pedialyte. It was cheaper and it seemed more appropriate for our needs. The baby squirrel ate a little, and did survive into the morning. We just returned from dropping him off at the Florida Wildlife Center, which was about a 15 minute drive from our house. I hope he lives a long and happy squirrel life. He did suffer a few injuries from his bout with the cat, two puncture wounds, one on the face and one above the shoulder. [tag]Sooze[/tag] will have to tell you about the genital stimulation, just mentioning it makes me weak.
In other very speedy news:
- Plans for [tag]Tallahassee[/tag] are going very, very well.
- Gateway finally relented and is mailing me a new CD drive at no charge.
- I found my Grandma's diamond (?) ring which I thought I had lost 5 years ago.
- Did I mention I got my car windows tinted?
- [tag]Megatron[/tag] and I are engaging in regular, mutual Salve-Applying sessions now.
- [tag]lambchop[/tag] is a fucking awesome band. I cannot stop the listening.
This concludes my story, for now at least. I must get back to my organizing.
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