Caterwauling

I’ve been away from the ‘Net for a week, and oh my the fun things we find when we’re bored shitless because our car is hiding beneath an icy white blanket of wonder:

For lack of the living-and-breathing variety at the moment, I SO want one of these. (NSFW) And, boys, here’s a testimonial on a version for you!

Newly added to the blogroll: Rude Pundit, particularly because of this entry. (See if you don’t get Bonnie Tyler’s “Holding Out for a Hero” in your head like I did!) Also newly added is Overworked & Underf*cked — go visit her letters to ex-lovers and nod in agreement! And not bookmarked but certainly related, this Craig’s List letter details just when your ex gets too boring to stalk.

From some of the beloved existing blogrollers: Rue says Bush called us assholes, Pratt has eight inches (of snow, you pervs! LOL), Amalah turns heartbreak into entertainment as the funniest unpregnant gal around, Erica tells us what we need to do before Bush outlaws it, and Lachlan and Bayou experience the chaos of moving and not having a working toilet. Gah.

I’ve got a LOT more blogs to read (thank you NetNewsWireLite as well as those of you who set up feeds!), so I appreciate your giving me some amusement on this frosty little day! 😀

And, in television news (cough cough I fucking hate not having cable cough cough), I have at least found a few new reasons to wish for a light evening commute: Medium, Point Pleasant and, of course, my magical addiction known as American Idol. In regard to the latter, may the good people not be booted off this year and leave us with crap to choose from in the end.

On iTunes: Breaking Benjamin, “Sooner or Later”

From the “the more things change, the more they stay the same” files:

Let it be said right away that things are working out exactly as they need to. Just because you wait a long time for something, though, doesn’t mean things stop being hard. But some things are better, too, and the balance just shifts a bit. It’s a matter of finding the *right* combination of what not-so-great-things you can live with and what you really want and need. And I’m finding that I think the not-so-hot stuff isn’t so bad and that those are factors I can either adjust or just accept. This is Good.

But the reason I started this entry and named it what I did is in reference to something funny that happened, even if only in my mind. The thing is, you can change your location, but the same “people” are there with you — they just have different names and faces. Someone came to talk to me yesterday, and he does the same thing and even looks like someone I knew in Pittsburgh. And I had one of those heart-attack-in-the-making moments. Why? Because I remembered the person who I met first — a person, in many ways, I had done wrong on a personal level. And it occurred to me that I had not lost the lessons I had learned so long ago, so I resolved to not get into that situation again, should opportunity ever arise. Not that it should, but again, my white-as-a-ghost moments usually make for my best introspective times.

In any event, I am a stress monkey right now. I have a lot of outstanding details and things out of my control in my life, and it’s killing me. But I am trying to regain my former inner Zen and remember that, sometimes, having no answer is better than having an answer that is just going to cause more grief. I know I have a looonnnng road ahead that involves fixing a lot of things gone awry before I can ever feel like I’ve gotten on track, but I really hope to look back and to be grateful that I was able to identify what went wrong and to have the opportunity to make things right.

I s’pose I fall victim to wondering “Why Me?” more often than not — like, why does everything have to be a struggle? Why do I hit 14 roadblocks in the same half-mile stretch when I see others sailing by with nary a pothole to try to avoid? I think we all feel that way, though. And maybe the lesson in temptation is that we have to realize that sure, we can have a little bit of pleasure while we’re feeling so much pain but, inevitably, that just becomes one more mess that we have to unravel. So it’s best to not even “go there” at all.

On iTunes: Anna Nalick, “Breathe”

Watching Shrubya vow to protect the Constitution (on the 11 p.m. news) is wildly funny to me. I’m sure he also reserves the right to whack off to two girls getting it on, but if those two girls want to get married, then that means wasting more dollars pushing more useless legislation. Like Bill says, words mean what we want them to.

Unrelated, I got an invitation to join a conservative group. HAH. Bloody fucking HAH. Not to say I’ve never voted conservatively, because I sure have. But not this time ’round, and I’m pretty touchy right now about what this country could and should be doing for its own people, and not just the more fortunate ones. And I just don’t look good in a bowtie. 😉

In better news, I was listening to Elliot this morning, and he mentioned that Jon Stewart’s name is being kicked around to replace Dan Rather on CBS. Is this for real? I grinned for miles after I heard that! Elliot said that if CBS is going to release fake news, then at least they’d have an anchor to inject the humor in the broadcast. 😀

On iTunes: Bunch of Drunken Irishmen, “Fuck You I’m Drunk”

To put it delicately, I am now paid to do several things that I previously either got into trouble for doing or was never allowed to do in the first place. Hah! Amazing when people give you things and want to see how far you will run with them and how brilliantly you will execute them. This was worth the wait, friends. I may not have enough gas money to get there till payday, but I’ll worry about that another day.

And if you’re reading this when you have no business doing so, then suck it. 🙂 It’s been time to say goodbye for some time now, eh? I can tell you don’t bookmark the site. And that’s Goddess with a CAPTIAL G when you’re searching every day for the same site, thank you very much!

On iTunes: Lucy Woodward, “Standing”

*updated*

I have it on pretty good authority that yesterday, the D.C. streets were a sheet of ice. (I could probably start a great contest to see who among us had the longest commute home last night!) In any event, I was asking someone why the streets couldn’t be salted — after all, the entire country is run from this little corner of the world. She pointed out that when the city has to cough up money for stupid things like an inauguration, where praytell are we going to find money for salt?

As an aside: speaking of stuck without a paddle, Jib Jab made us a nice inauguration cartoon.

Update

Via Kukini, some fantastic Letters to Bush. And no, they’re not overtly political in nature. Rather enjoyable read, I say. 🙂

On iTunes: Sugarbabes, “Hole in the Head”

Update: The WaPo says “Traffic Planners Predict Dismal Commutes Ahead”. Yee haw.

Traffic: SUCKS

Weather: SUCKS

Three hours in the car today. Jimminy Christmas. But all in exchange for a superb day, so I suppose it’s a fair exchange. The weird thing was that I got carsick on the ride home — who gets carsick when they’re the driver? Although, arguably, I was practically parked because assholitry seems to only occur during rush hour. Whee. Yay breathing exhaust for an hour!

And like frosting on the shit souffle cake, a triple threat of snow is being predicted for the nation’s capital. Because the “Feels Like” temperature being in the negative numbers this morning just wasn’t enough to chap the life out of my lips. *weeping softly* And, wearing skirts and pantyhose in this kind of weather is NOT fun. But, through the teeth chattering, I almost look like I’m smiling about it all. 😉

Fox 5 just reported that “Dry, fluffy snow will blow a bit.”

Actually, it blows more than a bit, thanks. 🙂 It blows a whole fucking lot.

Dear Mother Nature:

Love,
Dawn

On iTunes: Kelly Clarkson, “Break Away”

I’m feeling a weird combination of elatedness and headachiness tonight. The happy feeling is of course because I got something I really wanted. The achy feeling comes from cramming too damned much information in my head in a really short time. I am going to need to find room to hold lots more in the coming weeks. Damn it — I just hope I don’t forget all the lyrics to every Melissa Etheridge song ever written, although that would free up perhaps gigabytes of brainpower if that were to occur. 😉

The upside
1. I. Love. Everybody. There!
2. They seem to like/respect me too!
3. I have somewhere to wear my good clothes. 😉
4. It’s a new start in an environment that feels right.
5. Lots to learn.
6. Good learning curve.
7. I will grow alongside others who are capable of giving direction.
8. It’s everything I wanted and oh so much more!

The downside
1. The commute to East Jabip (particularly the Beltway).
2. I have to Dress Up. Like, every freaking day. No jeans, ever!!!
3. I foresee having a challenging time learning the subject matter.
4. A Really Good freelance gig just surfaced, but I doubt I’ll have time/energy to do it right now.
5. I don’t do Windows. Piece-of-shit PC. Bah. Who do I have to kill to get a Mac?

That’s totally it. Clearly, upsides kick downsides’ collective ass.

And it’s about friggin’ time. 🙂

On iTunes: Simon & Garfunkel, “Hazy Shade of Winter”

Our laws finally match our state slogan. Unmarried sex is now legal in Old Dominion!

Now, off to go find some! 😀

On iTunes: Benassi Bros., “Illusion”

I was walking toward my car yesterday when some dude in a hoopty (circa 1982) cranked up his stereo and leered at me. He was bobbing his head, rocking out to what he must think all the kids are listening to these days.

“The Electric Slide”

The bravado with which he almost pulled that one off was spectacular. I imagine that must be the hot new single on WHFS El Zol.

I’d hate living here, but it’s so damned entertaining sometimes. 😉

On iTunes: Concrete Blonde, “Mexican Moonlight”

*updated*

So I’m standing in line at the eighth concentric circle of hell Wallyworld today, and I’m second in line. Or so I thought. The two girls in front of me wanted to be rung up separately, even though Girl #2 didn’t bother putting her two items on the conveyor belt. So she acts horrified that MY STUFF is in front of her, and she SHOVES it back and throws down her box of cookies and her Wet ‘n Wild lipstick.

So, because this is my luck, there is no price tag on the lipstick (that shit costs a dollar. Everybody knows that). So the flashing lights start going off because the cashier can’t proceed; five minutes pass and no assistance comes, so the cashier goes and gets another tube. She rings her up and I get a good look at the color of the lipstick. I can tell that it’s the same shade Girl #2 was wearing at the time.

My Inner Bitch has Tourette’s Syndrome, in case you weren’t aware. Because when I said, “Honey, hate to tell you, but that color doesn’t even look good on you,” I got a lot of giggles and appreciative stares from the cashier and the women in line behind me. Heh. She ignored me and went to go let that cheap-ass lipstick flake off somewhere else. 😉

Update
I totally forgot about the song that inspired this post. Duh. 🙂 Go read the lyrics. Fabulous!

On iTunes: BT, “Dreaming”