A Tomb For All The Incompatible Cells

song of the day

There's not a second of this song that is not perfect

I gotta say, my playlists are 472,926 for 472,926...

At Least This Time She's So Clever

songs of the day

love the random playlist days, just a few of the tracks the stuck out...

I've Been Spotified

I'm not really sure how this even works. Think you need the program to hear it. Woo musics.

In The Full Forces

I'm just now getting around to sifting thru the rubble from the past weekend. I haven't put up any photos from our little getogether on Sunday night back at the Fallons, this time in full force. So here's that...







Oh and nothing's really been going on since we got home. Working. Both of us. Laura's on that dreading closing shift where she's so tempted to sleep til noon and I am playing catchup with a job that had a 4 day headstart on me. No fun. But all is good now. We are planning the rest of our pre-Christmas festivities very tightly, because really we don't have much free time. The list is ambitious, but we have a good feeling about it. By which I haven't even begun to start really celebrating full force. Tomorrow we start with uploading what I hold to be the most thorough Christmas playlist on Earth. Try and prove me wrong. It's pretty deep. But I'm never above taking new additions so... suggestions?

Lemonade de la Braids

So when Travis had his humdinger blog I/he started "girl friday's song of the week". I enjoyed it then and really enjoyed going back 4 years later now and looking at what I was listening to and why I thought it was good. BUT I failed at that because I was not good at the schedule of a weekly event such as that. SO. This is just the song of the...... I may do one daily, weekly, monthly, maybe even 2 a day. Who knows really. All I know is that I don't want to make any promises that I may not be able to keep.

I am back to work now. Which means I spend about 10 hours a week in commute. The way I see it...that is a lot of music. Friday- Travis gave me a mix for my ride in like he does every now and then...and I truly enjoyed it. This song stuck out for me. It made me wish it was summer time and the windows were down. But you know its a good song when you can't turn your radio up loud enough and you turn red in the face from singing it(off key of course). That's right I'm a lunatic when I'm alone. But that song for me made my day today. I think I listened to it 6 or 7 times- the drum beat did it for me. Nice and simple.

enjoy.

Sexy Bird Returns To Georgia

Well, we leave in the morning. Taking Sexy Bird for the long trip down 81 into Knoxville, and then down 75 right into the heart of Acworth and onto the Krupps. Planning to get on the road early and hopefully get in around 7 or 8. That may be wishful thinking. I just hope that the pregnant one has a good ride and doesn't get too uncomfortable. That would make for an unpleasant road trip and nobody wants that. But I have compiled my first version of what I've dubbed the A-list playlist. Over the past couple weeks I've taken the time to accumulate only the best of the best that music has to offer and gather it onto one killer mix and transfer said mix onto my iPod. From A-Camp To Zwan, at press time going 6,013 strong and spanning over 16 days worth of tunes, we could drive there and back 14 times, with no repeats. And maybe we will.

Real plans for our southern excursion include a baby shower, a dinner at an old friends new house, visiting the nieces, a river ride, at least one visit to a Waffle House, an Always Sunny marathon, maybe a tatertot casserole or two, and lots of lots of sleeping past 3am. So bags are packed, we're ready to go...

What Potent Blood

...hath modest May. Almost to an end. These months are flying like none other. Baby is coming. Screws are tightening. Showers are upon us. June and July showers. And showers this weekend that are keeping me from mowing the lawn.



For now I'm compiling a master list, I call it "the A-list", of music, scanning thru the iTunes, now at 57,063 strong, to find only the elite and turn it into a flawless playlist for the roadtrip. The Ohio "Roadtripq" mix had defects, mainly because I lazily dropped full albums that had no business accepting the benefit of my doubt. This time it's a track by track scavenger hunt, choosing choice tunes and reaching back as far as the early 50's for hits. It's gonna be a doozy. I may just drive the speed limit.



As for now, I just sent the little pregnant woman off to work, carrying precious cargo and looking forward to tomorrow. I made her a double lunch, two sandwiches, two oranges, two everything. I got piles of laundry and bigger piles of Law & Order on, but I do hope to get outside to a dry lawn as well. I got it down to 40 minutes now. Going for a record.

Oh, and that's a Ralph Waldo Emerson quote up there. Dunno where I heard it.

December And What That Means

Here's how November ended...

And here's how December started...

Not too different. Except that now that it's December, it's snowing. Not in the photo. Outside. How grande. Not a heavy snow, but just enough to be able to say "it's snowing". So November's gone, December is here. That means there's things to do. Gotta get out those giant totes of Christmas cheer and spread its contents around the house. Gotta start making cookies for our local friends and cohorts. Gotta get a tree and decorate it. Gotta hang the stockings and drink the eggnog and crack the nuts and play the jingles and shop for gifts and wrap the gifts and now it means I gotta shovel the driveway.

It also means I am readying my year-end best-of lists. Music, movies, TV, life, dinner, whatever. America has year-end best-of list fever and I am no exception. I've already been compiling what i think to be the finest recordings, musically speaking, this year the past week or so on a playlist in iTunes. It's shaping up.

December is my favorite month tho, seriously. Snow, I love. Not crazy about the shoveling part, but I do like trouncing around in it. And sledding. Gotta find another new hill this year and burn a hole thru my Rosebud. And of course Christmas, even after the past few months of the rest of the world celebrating it prematurely, I've managed to stay unfettered and my Christmas will start tomorrow when they throw that giant switch on the tree overlooking Prometheus overlooking the ice-skaters overlooking their children overlooking their Christmas lists.

So come on December. I know you'll be gone too fast.