This wacky Dionne Warwick version of Unchained Melody with the pipe-banging and twelve drummers drumming and bombastic yet lovely dramatic key change probably won’t be featured, so I’ll feature it here and now. Props to YouTube user sharonastairs for filming her record player. Sunday, Monday, Happy Days! This post would not be complete without the wonderful visuals. I’m getting dizzy…
A note on the top 379..I’m obsessed with ratings songs. The whole point of this project was to mess with WordPress and learn some web skillz, but I’m too busy listening to Spotify and Amazon Cloudy Player and mixtapes from 1992.
Update Hey, I just noticed that this album cover spells Dionne Warwick’s name Dionne Warwicke. Alas, this is not her birthname, as, according to Wikipedia, that would be Marie Dionne Warrick. So what’s up with Warwicke? This will keep me up tonight.
Name that plant. No, really, because I don’t know what any of these are. The N.C. Zoo may have more interesting plants than it does animals, but they don’t label most of them.
Bungalow blogging catch-up. Not using complete sentences to try to bang out a post. Painted my kitchen last weekend. Big deal because I’ve only finished painting a room once in five years ago. (I painted the living room before I moved in back in December 2006; the bathroom has been half-painted for a few years.)
So I got the new range (for which I need a wiring fix for it to be fully functional). I cleared out a bunch of the shelving/portable furniture I had added to make up for the tiny galley kitchen’s lack of counters and cabinets. The paint and clearing of space has refreshed what had been a depressing symbol of the futility of my efforts with this house (which in itself is a symbol of all sorts of other futility.)
A brief history of my kitchen below. I had to go digging to find a picture of the kitchen pre-move-in. I remember now how pics from that time were on a flashcard or SD card that had been corrupted, and the recovery process had been tedious and only half-effective. But I digress…
December 2006 – uncorrupted
February 2011 – clutter, and more clutter
October 2011 – painted and (mostly) decluttered though you can’t really tell from all the dishes that need to be put away
Geez, it takes a good half-hour to create a blog post when the photos aren’t all up on Flickr already and the photos are on two different cameras.
I usually don’t read the “patient prescription information” but was curious in this case. I had been taking one tablet a day since the transplant, then stopped it a few weeks ago because of my low white blood cell count (which necessitated the switch from one anti-rejection med to prednisone). Now I’m taking four a day to try to get rid of the CMV.
Valganciclovir is an anti-viral drug. It is changed in the body to the active form of the drug called ganciclovir. Ganciclovir can decrease bone marrow function…This effect can cause anemia, decrease your body’s ability to fight an infection, and cause bleeding problems…Seek immediate medical attention if you develop [a bunch of nasty stuff]…May decrease the ability of men to father a baby…has caused tumors in laboratory animals…should be considered carcinogenic…
It is used to prevent disease caused by CMV in people who have received organ transplants. CMV can lead to serious infections in the body…including CMV retinitis, which can cause blindness…This medication helps control CMV retinitis and decrease the risk of blindness. [It] is not a cure for CMV disase. Some people may have worsening CMV retinitis even with treatment.
And those kids are worried about their students loans. Where the &*#^ were they when healthcare reform was under assault? How many of them bothered to vote last year? Ok, breathe… Maybe I should’ve posted this ahead of my last post.
I wrote three lengthy comments in response to NPR’s Facebook story about student loans. I abandoned those, and then I was just going to post something on my Facebook feed. I abandoned that, too.
But I feel compelled to say this.
I’m really effing tired of hearing about your effing student loans. I really don’t care.
Oh, I can’t say that either, even if I qualify it.
Go ahead, take away my Progressive Left-Wing Club Rewards Card.
I don’t seem to be able to go on the record with anything controversial anymore on here. I used to do it all the time.
No need to comment with your own tale that demonstrates how I don’t get it. I probably do get it. Maybe I just loathe 90% of college graduates between 21 and 30 because I’m still, at heart, a misanthrope, and a old, crotchety one, at that.
Ok, I’m done here.
UPDATE Dammit, I should qualify this by saying that I support the Occupy protesters who understand that they’re protesting because they feel like government serves primarily “the 1%”, the corporations, and the banks, and that people have lost their livelihoods, their homes, and their dignity because of Wall Street greed and politicians’ enabling of that greed. Somehow, I just make a distinct between those people and the law school grads who can’t find jobs. The law school grads ARE going to find jobs eventually, and they’ll pay off their student loans, even if it takes them 15 or 20 years. They will be fine. The 50-year-old unemployed factory worker ain’t gonna find shit, and when the law school grad gets his job, he’s not going to give a shit about that other guy anymore. Done again.
Originally posted 08/02/08…my one and only lip-syncing performance on the web…I like to repost it now and then…this is pretty much Toastie in a nutshell…which reminds me of that scene in Austin Powers. And give me some more likes. Need validation. 9 likes and 1 dislike skews too much towards dislike.
Even though Aremid will spend an entire day whining for no apparent reason, and he’ll poop and pee in random places, he’ll still do this full curl he’s been doing for 15 years, and so he gets to stay.
