Problems!

[charloween]

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Low
Schizoid:	Low
Schizotypal:	Low
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	Moderate
Narcissistic:	Moderate
Avoidant:	Low
Dependent:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Low
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --

worked. gah did I ever. I spent the entire weekend (Friday afternoon, Saturday and Sunday) at work, on the floor, and not in the kids' section, which meant I had to deal with everyone and not just children and their mothers. Smelly homeless people, bitchy old ladies and nerds full of nerdular nerdance oh my. Several fine upstanding members of society (sure, tons of them) but also the wack-jobs I don't ever have to deal with in the Kingdom of Kidlitland.

People who claim to be full of the love of humanity should be forced to spend an event weekend (in this case, Father's Day)working retail. Case in point: "Mam, let me get this straight: your father is old and deaf, doesn't ever read and you wonder why none of the books you asked me about don't seem to be his type of thing. He doesn't read books! What makes you think he'd like a book for Father's Day? He's deaf, too, right? Well... we have a lovely selection of MUSIC he'll never hear, how about some of that, too?!" *headdesk*

People suck so much.

Joined televisionwithoutpity so I can snark on the boards.
Considering joining fanfiction.net just for kicks. (and board-snarking. always with the board-snarking.) I miss the glory days of a.t.x.c.... However I have found a kindred fic-spirit in Amanda (and maybe Kath?) so I don't feel quite so nerdy and alone.

Speaking of nerdy, I read Cymbeline again. Then I realized I was reading Shakespeare plays and snickering at all the really good lines. I'm not sure if this is nerdy, but there are some really choice insults in that play. I'll post some later. Maybe. :) Books r good. Plays too. Next week is Culture!Week... and finished school week. Ain't that special? I graduate Thursday, go back for 12 more h of class, one final exam and then *bam* I'm done! *feelings of gladosity*

Have been listening to Tweaker, the song 'Sleepwalking Away'... features a boy screaming about killing people in his sleep (murdering whilst somnambulating?) and some killler drumming. It has a very doze-in-the-summer-sun feel, lazy, relaxed. I just read that over and it makes perfect sense, okay?

Word of the day: ululate. I like susurrus, too, (susurrus being the act of murmuring whereas susurration is a low murmur or whisper) but ululate wins.

Television Without Pity is my new plaything. It makes me want to say 'zounds'.



not _lynch_, but I guess she's welcome to it... I just really like the word. Always have.

Number one (as always): the mofos known as "The Bush Clan". This report I stole from pyratelady. Looks like Bush pere is in agreement with most of the thinking western world. Huzzah!

Number two is a new one: Jamie Cullum *duh dum dum* [disclaimer: under no circumstances do I wish *physical* harm for Mr. Cullum or his associates. My ire is artistically inspired, aesthetically motivated.]
This *ahem* young gentleman has decided to release a CD. Good for him. A jazz CD, which is perfectly fine and many people have done it. The disc is mostly covers, which is a standard thing for jazz-guys to do. Before Los Beatles came along and wrote all their own music, everyone was always covering everyone else's songs. Nothing bad there. This Cullum lad's tracklist is really standard: old songs and new songs, a few originals, I think. He and I would have got along in real life, based on his choice of material, if these are some of his favourite songs. However: lite jazz is not a fate I'd wish upon anyone. The lite jazz version of 'Singing in the Rain' would be enough to earn him a smack upsite the head (artistically). Ditto lite jazz of various other showtunes. I'd be happy to just cringe and move on.

The real crime, however, comes in his lite jazz cover of Radiohead's 'High and Dry' and (even worse) Jeff Buckley's 'Lover, You Should've Come Over'. Covering songs on an album is mostly pointless if you're not bringing anything new to the party. Covering songs live is great, I love it and support it and it's always the special unexpected moment of a show. Case in point: David Usher doing that Pink/Ozzy hybrid thing. It would never fly in a studio, but live? Sure. Covering songs on an album without changing much at all is dumb. Sometimes it works well, if the new version tightens up the song and makes it rock more. Fine. Covering Radiohead as lite jazz makes my flesh crawl and would incite me to commit acts of violence. No one can to the 'poor me' melancholy Thom Yorke whine like Thom Yorke (a man with 2 extra letters in his name), and Jamie Cullum isn't close. As for the Jeff Buckley cover? Just... no. Wrong, bad, bad wrong, ouch and never so much as speak to him again.

I like Jeff Buckley. I really like Grace, the only album released in his lifetime; which, before someone accuses me of hypocracy, is full of covers, yes, but covers of so infinite a variety that they're interesting and beautiful and odd and moving and not lite jazz, any of them. The track in question was written by Buckley. It's a beautiful song. Jamie Cullum's version is not. Buckley's version is rare and beautiful, honest and just plain good. Cullum cheapens the song. *gag* Coming from Cullum it sounds totally average. Blech.

*feelings of rage, kicking shelves at work as the CD is blasted over the PA, nowhere to escape the Madness*

*twitch*

The Radiohead guys are still alive to wonder at the moronosity of Jamie Cullum. Jeff Buckley is dead and doesn't know of the evils being worked on his music. That's either very fortunate or very sad.

Interesing tidbit. On The Bends, 'High and Dry' is followed by one of my favourite Radiohead songs 'Fake Plastic Trees'. According to reliable sources (or maybe just green plastic radiohead) the band went to see Jeff Buckley play a live set; afterward, Thom went back to the studio, recorded the lyrics to FPT in 2 takes and then started crying. :( 'Fake Plastic Trees' is probably the only song that can make me cry on a regular basis. Either melancholy or hope. The bizarre emotion conflict is why I like Radiohead. ANYWAY. Connexion between Radiohead and Jeff Buckley duly recorded. Connexion spelled with an 'x' in honour of England and British ways of spelling. Me still feeling angry at stoopid young artist with barely enough chops to record an album. Chapters (who overprices everything) is selling the Cullum CD for $9.99. That's asking too much.

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[deleriumd.livejournal.com]

[naturelf.livejournal.com]

You've got more pretty colours in yours... *sigh*

[guitarromantic.livejournal.com]

do you by any chance read Terry Pratchett?

[naturelf.livejournal.com]

tee hee... yes I do. Uh, I mean... Never! *shifty eyes*

[evil--muffin.livejournal.com]

The last time I took this test, I was all over the place. Crazyness.

[naturelf.livejournal.com]

Maybe you were just having a bad day.

So... are you coming down this weekend?