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Harry and the Potters

Last night I went to the Seattle Central Library with a friend and was introduced (a bit late) to wizard rock. It was tons of fun. This here video is the intro to their show last night, give it a look:

For more information on the tons of wizard rock bands and events, of course there is a website. But also, here's more on Harry and the Potters specifically.  They're touring and will be in your neck of the woods. 

Letters from home

More like videos from my old residence, but still hilarious enough in oh so many ways that this needs to be posted around:

I just found out that SCOTS is playing at the Tractor on Saturday. Will I be sober enough to get to Ballard after the game? I guess that all depends on the ballgame crowd.  Oof. I feel heavy drinking coming on. Whatever will I do???

OH shit, it's Friday, time to do some work

Since I spent all of yesterday's workday playing with office supplies to make some sweet metblogs swag, I really must do some work today.  I have lots of report catching up to do, but shhh! don't tell my bosses, they'll be very disappointed in me and take away my office and make me go back to the dark hallway of doom.

I've put this question out there a couple of times lately, but I wanted to see if anyone else had any wisdom to relate:

Is lack of a sense of humor the biggest personality sin there is?  Talk amongst yourselves (in the comments)

While you're pondering that deep thought, here's some 80's synth pop to remind you of a kinder gentler time:

Spreading the love

Oh my sweet Jesus, someone, anyone buy me this shirt!  (-->)
If you click on the picture, it'll take you right to the Animals have problems too website where that freaking genius is selling them.

I love it so much I want to marry it, but I won't let it have my babies.  It wouldn't want to though and that' s why I love it so!

Pretty please with sugar on top and a cherry?

I've noticed that in the past 5 days I have been oh so unproductive at the workplace.   Could it have something to do with the incredible view out my window?  Possibly, but I'd never admit to that. Instead I'm going to blame it on, um, something else.  Don't know what yet, but I'll get to it. You're not the boss of me!

Speaking of the boss of me. I've promised more love for her on this here blog. Sooo, let me tell you more about my trip to D.C.  As I said, I was there for Em's wedding. Em's wedding was a very good time, especially the DE-licious truffles that they had at the end for dessert.  It was nice of them to offer cake to everyone else so that I didn't feel bad eating about 100 of those truffles.  Someone had to!  I would also comment on how beautiful Em looked all dressed up in her wedding dress, but she always looks great so that's just old hat.  I would also tell a little story about how I got out of a cab one night and immediately fell right down in the 711 parking lot, but that is also something that happens to me everyday.  Instead, I am merely going to resume the VKtBS and post up a video.  It is Friday after all.  So, I give you one of the many songs that remind me of my sweet Em:

You're in perilous peril!

Finally, I have returned to the land of the living and breathing.  And by living and breathing, I mean relaxing and not coughing. 

I think I'm allergic to the East Coast as I was sick for most of my time in DC.  And don't even say anything about correlation vs. causation, I'm not hearing it. 

I used to live in DC.  For 8 years!  In fact I have never lived anywhere for a longer period of time. And yet going back there for 9 days did not do anything to make me miss it. At all.  Sure, I have family and friends there and I love and miss them, but shit, they should move here! And if they know what's good for them, they will.  I mean, my GOD. The people there.  So uptight.  About everything.  I think I might have given several aneurysms just by driving around in my slow, west-coast grandma-like manner. I know for sure a couple of horns were busted. 

The one good thing was that the trip totally helped me appreciate how very much I love it here. So much so that I was a one-woman Seattle tourism board.  Not that any of those people will move, the freaks.  So many people are rooted in places for no other reason except they already live there. And then they come up with these moronic reasons why they should stay.  For instance, one guy told me, completely straight-faced, that he couldn't move to Seattle because of the, wait for it, traffic. "But you live in DC," I said like 15 times.  I was so confused. My 8 mile commute in DC often took me over an hour. 8 miles! The same amount of time it takes to get from West Seattle to REDMOND.  Sheesh. I guess I gotta let people live their own lives, even if they're doing it wrong.

Yes, this is a lesson I have yet to learn despite the fact that I have been attempting to foist my (correct) opinions on others since oh about kindergarten. I remember very clearly my little  friend crying because I told her that her name was spelled J-U-L-I-E not J-U-L-Y. J-U-L-Y is the month July, I insisted, and her parents were wrong. Oh so cute and precocious I was. *cough* And people wonder why I am terrified of children. Although I can allow that not all are as horrid as I was.

But I digress.  More stories of my trip to come.  For instance: Officer Brad and also falling down at 7:11.  In the meantime, let's get pumped up for the geekathon that will be going down in my and living rooms across the country:  Battlestar!  This video is a combination of two of my favorite things:

And since it's not a full length video, here's a bonus one.  It's okay to cry when Goose dies!

I took a whole desk...

So, I am leaving this week to travel to our fair nation's capital in order to attend a wedding and to see some family and friends that I haven't seen in AGES.  It should be fun.  But it is also coming up so fast.  I thought I'd have tons of time in-between Muffin's wedding and this one and, well, not so much.  I haven't gotten anything done and I have a million and a half things to do at work.  Which is my excuse for not getting up the VKtBS last Friday. 

I can't pass up this thought though.  I love this song, it cracks me up.

Phew

So, I don't know if I mentioned this, but I am a moron. Apparently tape recording a telephone conversation is beyond my mental capacity.  I guess I'll never be a good spy after all.  But despite the technical difficulties, I managed to get up my preview of the show I'm going to see tomorrow night over at the metblogs.  I would link to it, but it's already linked over there on the right where all my recent metblog post links go.

Now I can stop obsessing and start getting excited for my weekend.   There's quite a line up.  Yes, I will be going to see Hump! 2 tonight.  I feel weird saying I'm excited to see an adult film festival, but it's the truth so why bother hiding it?  Then tomorrow is the garage rock show.  I think we're going to go out and see the OSU game tomorrow as well.  Plus, the honey crisps are in season, so I can't crap out on the farmer's market again this week. I wouldn't mention this, because it is trivial, but Holy Mother of God, honey crisp apples are good.  Everyone should be eating these suckers.

Anyway, enough babbling.  I was going to post up another Woggles video for VKtBS, but I just posted them like three weeks ago.  Instead, I'm going for another band I saw live at the Local 506 down Chapel Hill way ages ago.  This is also the first song on the comp. I made for the cd club this year.

Hurry up. Hurry up and wait.

I cannot believe it's already Labor Day weekend.  Where has the summer gone?  Someone somewhere told me that the fact that the days seem to be flying past is a direct result of my age. I killed that person.  Anyone else got a brilliant theory?

So anyway, we have passes to the mighty Bumbershoot and will be there bright and early tomorrow to make sure we get to see Blondie(!) and the Rat City Roller Girls and all the other cool shit that's going down. I still have to decide between whether to go on Sunday or Monday though.  I guess I'll be studying the myriad festival guides this evening. Or maybe just checking the weekend weather.  Damn! I'm a genius!

Have I mentioned that Blondie will be in town tomorrow and I will be in attendence? Love Blondie. So much. And so it is appropriate that the triumphant return to VKtBS will be one of my favorite Blondie songs which is also one that will forever remind me of my sister.

The sun was setting to the left of the plane

Muffin is getting hitched.  Can you believe it?

No, you can't, and neither can I. And yet, in 5 short days, I'll be on a jet plane or two on my way back to Ohio for the nuptuals.  I do so love her fiancee though.  He's hilarious and cool and fun and a fab, FAB I SAY, cook.  I've spent many a drunken evening at their place waiting for JO to emerge from the kitchen with a tasty meal.  Mmmm, bacon wrapped scallops.  Okay. Breakfast sandwich be damned, I'm hungry now just thinking about it. And thirsty.

But back to the subject at hand. Next week, I'll be diving back into the hellish summer that is decidedly not happening up here in Seattle.  Mornings in the high 50s and evenings in the mid-70s.  Are you jealous yet? You should be. But still, I am excited to see Muffin and Smith and possibly a few others. I am NOT excited about the fact that my dress for the wedding looks like a purple sack.  Have I mentioned that I absolutely loathe shopping?  I still have to buy shoes though and THAT I do love.  Phew, what a roller-coaster of emotions!  I kid. I'm fine. And yes, a little giddy to see some pals I haven't seen in a while.

Anyway.  It is time for my weekly video and this one is by an artist that reminds me of Muffin.

I can see his open mouth, but I hear no sound

I stopped in Vegas on my way back from St. Louis.   While I was there, I had the opportunity to look through this box of albums my sister had out to eBay. Shit, what a walk down memory lane.  There were a ton of 45s in there from before I knew anything but top 40. Lionel Richie, The Motels, The Bee Gees, that awesome one hit wonder, T'Pau. I kept wanting to grab them and take them home with me.

My sister, always the voice of logic, reminded me that I don't have a record player. And yet, I couldn't help but to snatch up my old Muppet Show album. It's now sitting on my desk waiting for frame-age or something similar. I love that Kermit sang Lydia the Tattooed Lady. As for the rest that I managed to leave in the box, I hope she gets some cash money for those, they're pretty awesome and in great shape.

I was thinking of all those great singles and trying to choose among them for this week's VKtBS, but ended up going with a completely different video.  All because I didn't want to be TOO dorky, in case anyone linked through from the Slog. I'm all about appearances, don't you know?

And so, I'm going with the lead song from last weekend's list of Best Song Intros that Beard Boy and I compiled whilst getting drunk and flinging sharp objects at the wall.  The opening bass in this song is exactly what's so great about The Cure.