Fabulous CD. Except for the 'we'll become silhouettes' song, which I removed from my playlist. This particular one and at least one other remind me of the Radiohead songs that I love the very most. This one is even a love song. What could be better? (the other is a flying song, like Let Down, but not quite as good because, after all, what is that good? Nothing tops "One day, I am going to grow wings, a chemical reaction, hysterical and useless," and I still have followmearound.com bookmarked just in case I need to quote lyrics from any of their songs, though I've got that one memorized.) (ooh, low and behold, Such Great Heights is downloadable Run! Fetch it! Ooh, and elsewhere on the site, I'm proven right: "I think 'such great heights' is the first time I've ever written a positive love song, where it's a song about being in love and how it's rad, rather than having your heart broken."
I suppose *all* my music can't be sad and depressing, despite what my mother might think.
Favorite line now of late
Celebrity I resemble most:
A friend once said "you look like Steve McQueen." Regrettably, he wasn't talking to me.
My mother says variations on this line could be used for just about everything.
Just a reminder: Nathan Fillon also plays Alicia Silverstone's ex boyfriend on "Blast from the Past", but he's cuter as Mal, and possibly cutest as Caleb.
Like Rain is going nowhere or everywhere all at once. It's at about 600 words, with another 600 in hidden notes, and I can't decide if it really will be a novel, or if I'll pull it off as a short story, but I'm pretending I believe it will be a novel just so I can get it written down for now. Company is sulking and sucks anyways, so it's grounded.
And I'm really pretty sure the rottie was down here before I went to bed, but now she isn't, and so I suppose I have to assume my brother took her upstairs. Hmm. Actually, I think I remember him doing that--I thought he was just giving her her meds, but I think I was just remembering her down here because she's always down here, not because she actually was. Anyways, I'm off to bed with my cats, the smallest of which learned today about candles (and is currently trying to chew through my earphone cords, because he's evil, I guess), and thus has shorter whiskers on one side of his head, and should just be grateful that he doesn't walk around in circles.
I suppose *all* my music can't be sad and depressing, despite what my mother might think.
Favorite line now of late
Celebrity I resemble most:
A friend once said "you look like Steve McQueen." Regrettably, he wasn't talking to me.
My mother says variations on this line could be used for just about everything.
Just a reminder: Nathan Fillon also plays Alicia Silverstone's ex boyfriend on "Blast from the Past", but he's cuter as Mal, and possibly cutest as Caleb.
Like Rain is going nowhere or everywhere all at once. It's at about 600 words, with another 600 in hidden notes, and I can't decide if it really will be a novel, or if I'll pull it off as a short story, but I'm pretending I believe it will be a novel just so I can get it written down for now. Company is sulking and sucks anyways, so it's grounded.
And I'm really pretty sure the rottie was down here before I went to bed, but now she isn't, and so I suppose I have to assume my brother took her upstairs. Hmm. Actually, I think I remember him doing that--I thought he was just giving her her meds, but I think I was just remembering her down here because she's always down here, not because she actually was. Anyways, I'm off to bed with my cats, the smallest of which learned today about candles (and is currently trying to chew through my earphone cords, because he's evil, I guess), and thus has shorter whiskers on one side of his head, and should just be grateful that he doesn't walk around in circles.
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