This is one of those entries that is run entirely by the cover version of the song, not the original. Not the hugest Motley Crue fan. I was more 120 Minutes than Headbangers Ball. But if this song makes you want to break out the spandex and hold a lighter up to your kohl eyeliner, than more power to ya. Let your freak flag fly, baby.
Motley Crue – Looks That Kill
I love Shivaree. I once came up with a book idea based entirely on Goodnight Moon, but I’m sure I’m not the first. I was so excited when the iTunes alerts sent me a message that they had a new album, Tainted Love: Matting Calls and Fight Songs. And imagine my delight when I saw it was an album of covers! Some obscure and lesser known songs, which only makes it more enjoyable in my opinion. Here is one of those rare instances when the cover improves upon the original, but that’s really because it’s more to my taste. I would like to point out to my husband that it does not break his cardinal cover song rule of “Don’t Change The Pronoun.” as well.
Shivaree – Looks That Kill
PS. I had a hard time picking which song from the album to use, so in the next couple of weeks, expect to see another one. It’s all I can do to not post another one now, it was that close.
Monthly Archives: August 2007
Addendum to yesterdays post about Fridays
I couldn't sleep last night, and I was listening to my iPod and I found a song that, basically, is Fridays.
Feist – Mushaboom
Well, um, actually a pretty nice little Saturday, we’re going to go to Home Depot. Yeah, buy some wallpaper, maybe get some flooring, stuff like that. Maybe Bed, Bath, & Beyond, I don’t know, I don’t know if we’ll have enough time.
Fridays are our Saturdays. (and Saturdays are our Sundays, and so on.) Fridays are my favorite days. Fridays are the days in which we Get Things Done. Usually outside of the home. That may be one reason I like them so much, I don’t get out much. Fridays are days which we might go to a movie, go grocery shopping, shop for something we need, generally run errands.
Yesterday we went shopping for a couch. And while shopping for a couch, I realized that this was why I liked Fridays so much. We were wandering through IKEA, testing couches, talking about which kitchen we liked best and why. It may sound pretty dull, talking home furnishings. But it is actually quite wonderful. Just being together, walking around, talking about housing dreams, commenting on the ugly stuff. In the past, I would have walked through IKEA alone, and enjoyed it. But it’s not the same. It just made me… happy. Hokey? Perhaps. But I’m not sorry.
Saturdays are the days Wil gets to do whatever he wants, I don’t drag him anywhere if I can help it. usually video games is what he wants. We did buy a couch, not at IKEA. It is THE COUCH OF MY DREAMS. We’ll talk about that later.
50 Word Fiction Fridays Vol. 62
Someone is parked in my reserved parking spot. This is a huge pet peeve for me. Nothing will send me into a white hot rage quicker than someone parking in my parking spot. I’m a very competitive parker. And by “white hot rage” I mean I said something like “OOOoooo! I’m so pissed! I am SO VERY ANGRY.” There is a note on their windshield, I’ll tell you what. So today’s theme is justice. Because when I took the garbage out a few minutes ago THEY WERE STILL PARKED THERE!
If There Was Justice In The World
“It’s so small. Look at it.”
“I know, I think it will fit in the recycle bin, do you want a hand lifting it?”
“It’s so tiny…. it was my car and now it’s so tiny.”
“Well, next time DON’T PARK IN JODI’S PARKING SPOT!”
Evildeb sent this to me – she said it cheered her immensely
It appears to be a game. In which bears cause you to rub your crotch. Your guess is as good as mine.
The Big 5
This month I will celebrate my fifth anniversary of blogging. I’ve decided to blog every day this month in celebration. Some people blog every day, I’ve never felt like I had to. But I’ve lost some blog skills in the last few months. So I’m bringing back Then and Nows on Sundays and 50 Word Fiction on Fridays. This month I am going to renew my commitment to my blog. Yay!
Now I’m going to save this and post it on the 2nd, because I’ve already posted today and I don’t want to shoot my wad so early on in the game, right?
Frak Me
I’ve started watching Season One of the new Battlestar Galactica. Wil’s already seen them and has wanted to own them for a while. I have heard really good things about the show, so I was able to look past the fact it was a remake of BATTLESTAR GALACTICA for pete’s sake. Besides, BSG has the single most impressive, useful, and addictive fake swear word: frak. More useful than even “goram” I’m afraid. It’s so cool, even Veronica Mars started using it in Season Three. And if it’s cool enough for Veronica Mars, it’s cool enough for me*.
So, I noticed the cargo hold on the one ship, the one that the President lives on, the name escapes me, looks suspiciously like the lowest car deck of a BC ferry, of the “Spirit of Whatever” type. And by “suspiciously like” I mean “exactly.” And while “Boomer” and Helo were wandering around the bombed out Caprca City, I noticed a lot of things that looked very familiar. Such as the building that looked an awful lot like the Downtown Vancouver Library. And by “an awful lot like” I mean it was the Vancouver Library.
All this leads me to one conclusion. I am living on Cylon Occupied Caprica!!! AAAACk! Trust no one! They look like humans now! Run!!!
*you suck, the CW. Frak you.