tabular_rasa | Aug. 10th, 2006

My spam today:

"Get Your Free Holy Bible!"
"Erotic Toys for Your Pleasure!"

WTF?

It was really cloudy and depressing today. It wouldn't outright storm-- it wouldn't even rain-- it was just foggy and cloudy and depressing as I suspect the Northwest Coast would be, which is why I would never want to live there, lol . . .

I watched The Wall, which wasn't a really good idea. Neil watched part of it and was like *disturbed.*

Kristina then came over briefly, during the time in which Tory had driving lessons and before I had to drive her to oboe lessons, getting us quite positively stuck in town all day. We danced around quite silly-ly(?) to music for a while, after looking at pictures and listening to the Evanescence music I had copied onto Finale Notepad in order to scribe out my harmonies I've created to ("My Immortal" sounds REALLY cool on Finale Notepad-- and I've got the harmony all worked out, and everything!).

This should be noted as auspicious, for as soon as Tory, Kristina, and I got into the car to take Tory to oboe lessons, we turn on the radio to hear a familiar sound. Kristina and I are like, "Hmm . . . this sounds like Amy Lee's voice-- and her harmonies, typical of her songs." We're sitting, listening-- it sounds a little more Arkansas-y than usual, lol-- sort of hoping . . . and then it stops and the radio person is like, "Yes, that was new from Evanescence!" So we're like WOOT! Heh, I'm happy-- one new song probably means more new songs not long to follow ^_^ I do <3 Evanescence. I've almost acquired all her old, really random, obscure songs-- so I'm in need of new fodder to sing to :-P

Tory and I are going to make a parody to "Thug Mansion" by Tupac in honor of the fallen penguins in the accident of this week. I mean, what better place for penguins to go but "an iced-out mansion in the sky?" Heh, heh . . . Yeah, I'm bad . . .

Tory, Kristina, and I have also decided that "Caribbean Blue" by Enya is the theme song for the childhood of Davey Jones and the Kraken. You see, once upon a time, when they were little children, they lived happily and peacefully beneath the sea, and Davey Jones played a light little clinky thing like in the song instead of an organ. The Kraken was just a little baby octopus then, and Davey Jones was just some kid named Davey. Then, Davey fell in love, and the Kraken was like, "Yo, that bitch dun gonna do you wrong!" and Davey's like, "But she is my love!" and the Kraken's like, "Fine, man," and then Davey's like "Bah! You were right! My heart!" and the Kraken's like, "Dude-- don't go hurting yoself. I mean, you need anybody go whoopass fo ya, I be right there, aight?" So thus began the Wrath of the Kraken. Woot.

Damn, I was going to call somebody today, while I was in town and with service, but I forgot . . .