Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Titillating Tuesday: I am me

I am Jenni
quixotic, quirky questioner
I love my chosen family
I hate oppression
I am afraid of loneliness
I wish for stillness
Thatcher

Monday, April 28, 2008

Musical Monday: No Sign of Life



J's locked out on the fire escape.
Sarah's still down on the bench at the Circle K, crying and crying all day.
Everbody's best attempts didn't do no good.
No sign of life.
No sign of life.
No sign of life.
No sign.
But I got a hunch:
Oh, it's not over yet.
Oh, it's not over yet.
Kate broke down on Division Street.
Air so wet you can hear your heart beat,
and beat, and beat, and beat.
Oh, I swear I gave it my best shot,
what else could I do?
No sign of life.
No sign of life.
No sign of life.
No sign.
But I got a hunch:
oh, it's not over yet.
Oh, it's not over yet.
J's locked out on the fire escape.
Sarah's still down on the bench at the Circle K, crying and crying all day.
And everbody's best attempts couldn't do no good.
No sign of life.
No sign of life.
No sign of life.
No sign.
But I got a hunch:
oh, it's not over yet.
Oh, it's not over yet.
Oh, it's not over yet!

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Silly Saturday: Gluttonous



I love it!! Finally some women after my own heart (and yes guacamole makes me scream).

Monday, April 14, 2008

Musical Monday: Manfred Mann's Earth Band



Blinded by the light,

revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Madman drummers bummers,
Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older,
I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasin', sneezin' and wheezin,
the calliope crashed to the ground
The calliope crashed to the ground
But she was...
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Some silicone sister with a manager mister told me I go what it takes
She said "I'll turn you on sonny to something strong,
play the song with the funky break"
And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe outside
And little Early-Pearly came by in his curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride
Asked me if I needed a ride
But she was...
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tired
She's gonna make it through the night
She's gonna make it through the night
But mama, that's where the fun is
But mama, that's where the fun is
Mama always told me not to look into the eye's of the sun
But mama, that's where the fun is
Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher from the east
Says, "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in it's funny bone,
that's where they expect it least"
And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner,
watching the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone, reminding him of romance
The calliope crashed to the ground
But she was...
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Madman drummers bummers, Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older,
I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasin', sneezin' and wheezin,
the calliope crashed to the ground
Now Scott with a slingshot finially found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot forget-me-not said daddy's within earshot save the buckshot, turn up the band
Some silicone sister with a manager mister told me I go what it takes
She said "I'll turn you on sonny to something strong"

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Song Bird Saturday: Guilty Pleasure

I will never turn down Wedding Singer, that is a NEVER!!

Friday, April 4, 2008

Funny Friday: Rush Limbaugh on feminists

I read this blog today and laughed at the first line so hard water spit out my nose. No really, it did!

Oh Samhita, I couldn't agree with you more.

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