So Muse announced that they will be touring the US this fall.
With some dates opening for U2.
1st thought: OMFG! I WILL FINALLY GET TO SEE MUSE
2nd thought: OMFG! U2? I cannot stand fucking Bono!!
I have waited 2 very long years to see Muse and the thought of having to pay $250 for a U2 ticket to see them play 4 songs is incredibly concerning.
*exasperation*
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
That's me in the corner
So I was brutally and unequivocally reminded yesterday of why I stopped going to church.
[pastor]
"It's not her job to look at them as people" [/pastor]
Listen friends, if you are leaving your eternal soul to the convictions of these people ... be afraid.
The Almighty Dollar has taken over for the Almighty Spirit.
And in other news that may contribute to my untimely stroke related death ...
Creepy Bathroom Guy has apparently been sleeping in his truck over nights in our parking lot.
As I was preparing to depart the House of The Lord yesterday I see him arrive and try to get into the building. Fail. He then gets back into his surprisingly nice truck and leaves.
That's right bitch! Go wash up in someone else's sink!
I need to start looking up options for concealed carry in this great state of mine.
[pastor]
"It's not her job to look at them as people" [/pastor]
Listen friends, if you are leaving your eternal soul to the convictions of these people ... be afraid.
The Almighty Dollar has taken over for the Almighty Spirit.
And in other news that may contribute to my untimely stroke related death ...
Creepy Bathroom Guy has apparently been sleeping in his truck over nights in our parking lot.
As I was preparing to depart the House of The Lord yesterday I see him arrive and try to get into the building. Fail. He then gets back into his surprisingly nice truck and leaves.
That's right bitch! Go wash up in someone else's sink!
I need to start looking up options for concealed carry in this great state of mine.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Blow Up the Outside World
So, I am a pretty big Chris Cornell fan.
Soundgarden was the beginning of my teenage musical rebellion. Black Hole Sun continues to be one of my favorite songs from the 90's. Audioslave was decent. As was Temple of the Dog. And I really believe Chris Cornell's voice is more than adequate enough to be a solo artist (like anyone cares what I believe).
I hear that he worked with Timbaland for his most recent album, Scream.
Wait ... what?
I have yet to hear anything positive about this album. Maybe it is just because the indie/grunge loyalists can't stand to think that Timbaland has infiltrated their world.
Maybe it just sucks.
Imagine my happiness in seeing this on PerezHilton.com (yes, I am one of those people)
It pleases me to no end to see Mr. Reznor being referred to in the mainstream media.
Now if I could only see Matt Bellamy on PerezHilton.com I could die happy.
Soundgarden was the beginning of my teenage musical rebellion. Black Hole Sun continues to be one of my favorite songs from the 90's. Audioslave was decent. As was Temple of the Dog. And I really believe Chris Cornell's voice is more than adequate enough to be a solo artist (like anyone cares what I believe).
I hear that he worked with Timbaland for his most recent album, Scream.
Wait ... what?
I have yet to hear anything positive about this album. Maybe it is just because the indie/grunge loyalists can't stand to think that Timbaland has infiltrated their world.
Maybe it just sucks.
Imagine my happiness in seeing this on PerezHilton.com (yes, I am one of those people)
A feud's a brewin'!
The latest tweet from Nine Inch Nails' frontman Trent Reznor's Twitter?
He's talkin' mad shit on former Soundgarden frontman Chris Cornell!
Says Reznor: "You know that feeling you get when somebody embarrasses themselves so badly YOU feel uncomfortable? Heard Chris Cornell's record? Jesus."
Ooooh, the claws are coming out!
We're on your side, Trent!
It pleases me to no end to see Mr. Reznor being referred to in the mainstream media.
Now if I could only see Matt Bellamy on PerezHilton.com I could die happy.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Are You Dead or Are You Sleeping?
Several items of interest on this Friday
1. I broke down and went to see Dr. B yesterday. A Z Pack and a fancy new nose spray later, I am out there door with the news that everyone in Central Ohio is sick and I am apparently no different.
2. There are 4 stalls in the woman's bathroom at my place of employment. One of which is handicapped. There are normally about 20 women in the building at one time. Plus however many use the facilities on weeknights and weekends for church. You would think that the woman's bathroom would be clean. It isn't. Inevitably there is always one toilet that has not been flushed. Who doesn't flush the toilet??
There is only one male typically in the building during the day time. I am thinking about using the men's bathroom. I bet men are more apt to double flush if necessary.
3. Klaus' tail has been dealt a major set back. He hit it very hard and fresh blood splatter resulted all over the kitchen. It is back to being wrapped up and he is sporting the fancy Petsmart Elizabethan XX Large collar. He goes to the vet next week for his monthly Percorten injection and I believe we will be having a serious discussion about surgery.
I would try to close this blog with something witty, but my brain is mostly dead.
1. I broke down and went to see Dr. B yesterday. A Z Pack and a fancy new nose spray later, I am out there door with the news that everyone in Central Ohio is sick and I am apparently no different.
2. There are 4 stalls in the woman's bathroom at my place of employment. One of which is handicapped. There are normally about 20 women in the building at one time. Plus however many use the facilities on weeknights and weekends for church. You would think that the woman's bathroom would be clean. It isn't. Inevitably there is always one toilet that has not been flushed. Who doesn't flush the toilet??
There is only one male typically in the building during the day time. I am thinking about using the men's bathroom. I bet men are more apt to double flush if necessary.
3. Klaus' tail has been dealt a major set back. He hit it very hard and fresh blood splatter resulted all over the kitchen. It is back to being wrapped up and he is sporting the fancy Petsmart Elizabethan XX Large collar. He goes to the vet next week for his monthly Percorten injection and I believe we will be having a serious discussion about surgery.
I would try to close this blog with something witty, but my brain is mostly dead.
Monday, March 9, 2009
the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
So ...
I am going to die prematurely from work related stress.
It is a well known fact that the building I work in was built by a team of 1st graders using plywood and elmer's glue. Things fall apart here. All the time. If it isn't the air conditioning, it is the water system. If it isn't the hot water heater, it is a classroom toilet backed up.
The latest in the list of things that don't work properly: one of the heating units.
The heating unit that is responsible for warming my office to an ungodly temperature. The one that has been malfunctioning for weeks, even though the thermostat has been turned to the OFF position, hot air still pumping freely above my desk like some tropical jungle.
We resorted to opening windows and turning on fans.
Last Tuesday the building security system went off ... showing a fire alert. We checked around and nothing seemed to be ablaze so ADT had us reset the system.
Fast forward to Friday around 5:45pm. I am getting ready to take a deposit to the bank when I notice the smell of burning in my office. I walk into the gym to gather a second opinion when the fire alarms go off.
So out we go, me cursing the fact that I am not going to get to leave work at a reasonable hour.
We stand in the parking lot, babies in fire escape cribs, children sitting criss cross in the grass wondering what exactly was transpiring.
About 10 minutes (!!) later, two gigantic Columbus fire trucks roll up and the Calvary arrives, obviously let down that the building is not fully engulfed in flames.
So the leader of the Calvary has me lead him into the building and show him where the annunciator panel is so he can turn off the screaming alarm. Then he proceeds to have his group of gigantic firemen go through each and every room to make sure nothing was secretly on fire.
Then he proceeds to go up to where the furnaces are housed and realize that one of them has been running non stop and apparently had burnt up, sending smoke into the ducts and tripping the fire alarm.
After all the excitement was over ... I just couldn't get this one song out of my head.
Fire, Water, Burn by the Bloodhound Gang ....
We don't need no water let the mother f*cker burn ....
I am going to die prematurely from work related stress.
It is a well known fact that the building I work in was built by a team of 1st graders using plywood and elmer's glue. Things fall apart here. All the time. If it isn't the air conditioning, it is the water system. If it isn't the hot water heater, it is a classroom toilet backed up.
The latest in the list of things that don't work properly: one of the heating units.
The heating unit that is responsible for warming my office to an ungodly temperature. The one that has been malfunctioning for weeks, even though the thermostat has been turned to the OFF position, hot air still pumping freely above my desk like some tropical jungle.
We resorted to opening windows and turning on fans.
Last Tuesday the building security system went off ... showing a fire alert. We checked around and nothing seemed to be ablaze so ADT had us reset the system.
Fast forward to Friday around 5:45pm. I am getting ready to take a deposit to the bank when I notice the smell of burning in my office. I walk into the gym to gather a second opinion when the fire alarms go off.
So out we go, me cursing the fact that I am not going to get to leave work at a reasonable hour.
We stand in the parking lot, babies in fire escape cribs, children sitting criss cross in the grass wondering what exactly was transpiring.
About 10 minutes (!!) later, two gigantic Columbus fire trucks roll up and the Calvary arrives, obviously let down that the building is not fully engulfed in flames.
So the leader of the Calvary has me lead him into the building and show him where the annunciator panel is so he can turn off the screaming alarm. Then he proceeds to have his group of gigantic firemen go through each and every room to make sure nothing was secretly on fire.
Then he proceeds to go up to where the furnaces are housed and realize that one of them has been running non stop and apparently had burnt up, sending smoke into the ducts and tripping the fire alarm.
After all the excitement was over ... I just couldn't get this one song out of my head.
Fire, Water, Burn by the Bloodhound Gang ....
We don't need no water let the mother f*cker burn ....
Thursday, March 5, 2009
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
I normally do a pretty good job of keeping the sadness and depression at bay.
Not doing such a good job today.
Do you ever listen to a song, even though it makes you cry? Or put it on repeat and sob?
yeah, me neither.
I don't want to love my dogs as much as I do. Because I know that one day I am going to have to do the same thing my mom did with Jake today and it is truly awful.
RIP Jakers
Not doing such a good job today.
Do you ever listen to a song, even though it makes you cry? Or put it on repeat and sob?
yeah, me neither.
I don't want to love my dogs as much as I do. Because I know that one day I am going to have to do the same thing my mom did with Jake today and it is truly awful.
RIP Jakers
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
don't stand so close to me
So I work in a church. Not a big church, nor a small church. Just a regular sized church. With a child care program.
However, we are a stone throws away from a super mega church. An on-the-tv-Sunday-morning-yelling-about-Jesus mega church.
People literally uproot their whole lives and travel from around the country to be a part of this church. To minister from this church. To be a part of the educational arm of this church.
They live their life in near poverty in to a part of this church.
And the funny thing is ...
If it isn't Sunday morning - they have no access to this church.
Countless times, lost souls have turned up at our church, looking for gas money or food, or just to talk to someone. And they have been turned away from the super mega church. Not even allowed to enter the building.
So, therein lies a conflict of interest for me.
I work in a building that has 65 ish children inside of it. I know that there are bad people in the world. People who have bad intentions and will often times act on those intentions.
So while I feel for the ones who are needy, and looking for someone to talk to or someone to help them out, I can't ignore the fact that I have people's children in my care. And if something were to happen because of a decision I made - well, I would rather not think of that.
I tell this story because this morning (before I get to work) that a gentleman came to the door and requested to use the bathroom. He had apparently traveled from out of state to come to the Super Mega Church but was having issue getting in.
One staff member told him that she couldn't let him in, and another staff member felt that the man was genuine in his need and let him in the building.
The first staff member informs several other staff members and text messages are being sent and I am officially freaking out.
The man spends a good 30 minutes in the bathroom and after I arrive with a large screwdriver in my back pocket, he finally emerges and is politely shown the door.
So we had a heart to heart with the staff members that we are not letting transients from California in to bathe in our bathrooms so they look good when they go over to the super mega church.
This was on Post Secret last week and I thought it was funny.
I would go to church too if Jim was the pastor.
fin.
However, we are a stone throws away from a super mega church. An on-the-tv-Sunday-morning-yelling-about-Jesus mega church.
People literally uproot their whole lives and travel from around the country to be a part of this church. To minister from this church. To be a part of the educational arm of this church.
They live their life in near poverty in to a part of this church.
And the funny thing is ...
If it isn't Sunday morning - they have no access to this church.
Countless times, lost souls have turned up at our church, looking for gas money or food, or just to talk to someone. And they have been turned away from the super mega church. Not even allowed to enter the building.
So, therein lies a conflict of interest for me.
I work in a building that has 65 ish children inside of it. I know that there are bad people in the world. People who have bad intentions and will often times act on those intentions.
So while I feel for the ones who are needy, and looking for someone to talk to or someone to help them out, I can't ignore the fact that I have people's children in my care. And if something were to happen because of a decision I made - well, I would rather not think of that.
I tell this story because this morning (before I get to work) that a gentleman came to the door and requested to use the bathroom. He had apparently traveled from out of state to come to the Super Mega Church but was having issue getting in.
One staff member told him that she couldn't let him in, and another staff member felt that the man was genuine in his need and let him in the building.
The first staff member informs several other staff members and text messages are being sent and I am officially freaking out.
The man spends a good 30 minutes in the bathroom and after I arrive with a large screwdriver in my back pocket, he finally emerges and is politely shown the door.
So we had a heart to heart with the staff members that we are not letting transients from California in to bathe in our bathrooms so they look good when they go over to the super mega church.
This was on Post Secret last week and I thought it was funny.
I would go to church too if Jim was the pastor.
fin.
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