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Since Little One is playing an X-Box game, I decided to listen to some music, and was promptly assaulted with somewhat... shall we say sarcastic comments on my tastes... Not that I blame her, after all, quite a few of these I don't usually listen to, but I was feeling somewhat... shall we say, nostalgic..., so thought I'd download some and then delete them once I've listened to them, knowing that I won't feel the urge again anytime soon *snigger*.
Ravi Shanka's Shanti Mantra was commented with "Honestly, even I can moan better than that!"
Lakme's Flower Duet invited a dry "Blimey, I could get That effect by shoving a stick up Little One's *censored* and I bet he'd be far more creative in the use of his voice"
Lips Inc's Funkytown: "Anyone can talk into a microphone and have it digitally altered."
Donna Summer's Love to Love you Babe: "Sounds like she's sitting on a chair of spikes and someone is... you know.... that... well it sounds like someone is holding a gun to her head and forcing her to mumble 'love to love you'"
Queen of the night (Magic Flute): "It just sounds like someone is holding this woman hostage and forcing her to watch everyone she knows to be killed. Very gory, you can tell by the sound of her. (and at the first 'peak':) See? There goes her beloved... and now she's looking at his dead eyes staring lifelessly outward..."
Sarah Brightman's version of The Phantom of the Opera: "You remember that game 'spank the Frank' with the penguins? (yes - it's an online game) How when you get to a certain level, the parachutes with the buzz saws come down? (yes) It sounds like someone took a cat and feeding it into the buzz saw like you would feed paper into a shredder" *shudder*
Pink Floyd's Shine on You Crazy Diamond: "Honestly, someone watched too many HongKong movies and thought that the gong sound at the beginning would do something for the song"
Goodness gracious me, where did my kidz' genes come from???? Little One, the other day, when a car passed with extremely loud rap music, turned around to me and said "oh gosh, mom, I think my ears are diseased now!"
Honestly. Kidz.
Our weekend was quite nice, despite hubby being away. I spent a lot of time putting stuff on ebay, just to unclutter the home. Since we no longer have a VCR and haven't had one for a year now, all those videos taking up space on the shelves have been really irking me. So off they go. Same with a few books that I've read once and know will never read again. It feels good to get rid of stuff I find. It also gives me the perfect excuse to go looking for books I want to read ;-) I now have more space on the shelves! Today we went to Borders to read and have coffee, it is one of the better ways of spending a Sunday Afternoon, as far as we're concerned. I looked at a couple of tatoo magazines, but still don't know why having a tattoo at the lower end of the wrist is frowned upon in this country, as a tattooist told me a few days ago. If anyone reading this knows the reason, please email me at claudiaayaz at yahoo dot com pretty please. Is it because the tattoo is visible? Is it being frowned upon like the way I'm frowned upon wearing a cloak instead of a coat? I couldn't help snicker when the tattooist told me. And had to ask him whether he thinks I don't know what it's like to be 'frowned upon' pointing at my attire, lol. He deadpanned 'clothing can be taken off easily, but a tattoo can't'. Of course I had to agree, although personally I won't take my clothing off anytime soon *smirk*.
Anyways, half a cup of coffee later I switched to looking at a Dali book. It's a letter size book and on sale for £4.99, down from somewhere around £20. Glossy paper, showing most of his more famous paintings and a few lesser known ones, too. The book is gorgeous and I'm very tempted going back to Borders during the week and buy it. I like Dali, prefer his works to Piccasso. Like I prefer Bach over Mozart. Bach is deeper and Piccasso is more shallow. Not that I mind shallow. Especially when it comes to Bribbet. In fact, the 'being shallow fashion' is all her fault anyways and for probably the first or maybe second time in my life I'm infected with 'fashion'. Well, within reason. Mainstream is long past being merely 'shallow', so I guess it's okay for me to be occasionally shallow and have fun pointing out how shallow I am. Occasionally. Okay I'm rambling now, but what else is this livejournal for if not for rambling. Things will get deeper I promise. And yes, I'm looking at digital cameras already, and soon will post pictures. I might even stay on here, seeing that most blog places don't offer uploading pics without paying. And this one here is very reasonably priced. Just bear with me for a few more weeks/months.
All I needed was a kick up a certain part of the anatomy in order to start uncluttering. Now that it was kindly provided by B'mouth Borough C'cil, there's no stopping really. I *will* have that perfect living room cum library, a living room the walls of which will be lined with foot deep book shelves filled with all the books I've ever wanted.
And that's my reporting done for the day. :-)
Ravi Shanka's Shanti Mantra was commented with "Honestly, even I can moan better than that!"
Lakme's Flower Duet invited a dry "Blimey, I could get That effect by shoving a stick up Little One's *censored* and I bet he'd be far more creative in the use of his voice"
Lips Inc's Funkytown: "Anyone can talk into a microphone and have it digitally altered."
Donna Summer's Love to Love you Babe: "Sounds like she's sitting on a chair of spikes and someone is... you know.... that... well it sounds like someone is holding a gun to her head and forcing her to mumble 'love to love you'"
Queen of the night (Magic Flute): "It just sounds like someone is holding this woman hostage and forcing her to watch everyone she knows to be killed. Very gory, you can tell by the sound of her. (and at the first 'peak':) See? There goes her beloved... and now she's looking at his dead eyes staring lifelessly outward..."
Sarah Brightman's version of The Phantom of the Opera: "You remember that game 'spank the Frank' with the penguins? (yes - it's an online game) How when you get to a certain level, the parachutes with the buzz saws come down? (yes) It sounds like someone took a cat and feeding it into the buzz saw like you would feed paper into a shredder" *shudder*
Pink Floyd's Shine on You Crazy Diamond: "Honestly, someone watched too many HongKong movies and thought that the gong sound at the beginning would do something for the song"
Goodness gracious me, where did my kidz' genes come from???? Little One, the other day, when a car passed with extremely loud rap music, turned around to me and said "oh gosh, mom, I think my ears are diseased now!"
Honestly. Kidz.
Our weekend was quite nice, despite hubby being away. I spent a lot of time putting stuff on ebay, just to unclutter the home. Since we no longer have a VCR and haven't had one for a year now, all those videos taking up space on the shelves have been really irking me. So off they go. Same with a few books that I've read once and know will never read again. It feels good to get rid of stuff I find. It also gives me the perfect excuse to go looking for books I want to read ;-) I now have more space on the shelves! Today we went to Borders to read and have coffee, it is one of the better ways of spending a Sunday Afternoon, as far as we're concerned. I looked at a couple of tatoo magazines, but still don't know why having a tattoo at the lower end of the wrist is frowned upon in this country, as a tattooist told me a few days ago. If anyone reading this knows the reason, please email me at claudiaayaz at yahoo dot com pretty please. Is it because the tattoo is visible? Is it being frowned upon like the way I'm frowned upon wearing a cloak instead of a coat? I couldn't help snicker when the tattooist told me. And had to ask him whether he thinks I don't know what it's like to be 'frowned upon' pointing at my attire, lol. He deadpanned 'clothing can be taken off easily, but a tattoo can't'. Of course I had to agree, although personally I won't take my clothing off anytime soon *smirk*.
Anyways, half a cup of coffee later I switched to looking at a Dali book. It's a letter size book and on sale for £4.99, down from somewhere around £20. Glossy paper, showing most of his more famous paintings and a few lesser known ones, too. The book is gorgeous and I'm very tempted going back to Borders during the week and buy it. I like Dali, prefer his works to Piccasso. Like I prefer Bach over Mozart. Bach is deeper and Piccasso is more shallow. Not that I mind shallow. Especially when it comes to Bribbet. In fact, the 'being shallow fashion' is all her fault anyways and for probably the first or maybe second time in my life I'm infected with 'fashion'. Well, within reason. Mainstream is long past being merely 'shallow', so I guess it's okay for me to be occasionally shallow and have fun pointing out how shallow I am. Occasionally. Okay I'm rambling now, but what else is this livejournal for if not for rambling. Things will get deeper I promise. And yes, I'm looking at digital cameras already, and soon will post pictures. I might even stay on here, seeing that most blog places don't offer uploading pics without paying. And this one here is very reasonably priced. Just bear with me for a few more weeks/months.
All I needed was a kick up a certain part of the anatomy in order to start uncluttering. Now that it was kindly provided by B'mouth Borough C'cil, there's no stopping really. I *will* have that perfect living room cum library, a living room the walls of which will be lined with foot deep book shelves filled with all the books I've ever wanted.
And that's my reporting done for the day. :-)
