I'm sure my 1/2 a reader will be glad it's all over.
So without further ado: Christmas Party
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Number of xmas cd's featured on: not on cd anywhere. Probability of being played on asda in store fm: minus infinity. Relationship to xmas? : It's a xmas song.
I may get a buzz, 'cos mistletoe's poisionous, oh hell I don't care I think I'll die.
This is a cover (prolly better than the original version actually) of a dead milkmen song from the time when the dead milkmen where a "fictional" band, and their albums came on tape with each one having a hand drawn cover by the band.
Of course thanks to the power of the interweb you can now obtain such rare material rather easily in mp3 format.
This is from "Oh no! Somebody shot sunshine!"
If you're really that interested you can hear the original here:
There was some whining about credit cards and how awful they are when you have to phone mr. Patel in India and pay for the privilege here, but it was soooo boring, even by my standards, so it's gone now....
Time for a double bill....
Xmas countdown: Sesame Street - Counting the days
Top trumps time:
Number of xmascd's featured on: one! Probability of being played on asda in store fm: -2.6% Relationship to xmas? : Weapon to keep the kids quiet with.
Having odd tastes in muzzax, I quite like obtaining doo wop "zero hit wonder" cd's. I got a xmas one, and this was on it... Freaky stuff eh?
Tubetastic Thursday: The Cars - Drive
There be a slight xmas message in this one for all you crazy kids who go out on the pop.
"Who's going to drive you home tonight?"
No drink driving now. Or getting in strange cars with strange men. Or phoning me to come and rescue you. Thank you and good night.
Went to the hellhole that is asda. Coming out some little bastard shouts at me "cut your hair and get a job".
Now in an ideal world, I would be like the terminator and quickly choose an appropriate response:
Choices: Ignore. Kick child. "There is no Santa". "I have a job. F***ing your Mum" "F**k you asshole".
Sadly I'm not very good at the human thing and spent too long thinking about it, and only managed a half hearted "F**k you". ~sigh~
More lazy blogging: Band Aid - Do they know it's Christmas?
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Number of xmas cd's featured on: all of them. Number of xmas words in the lyrics: 1 Number of winter / snow etc words: 1 Probability of being played on asda in store fm: 87.9% Relationship to xmas? : More related to Geldof's ego. Midge Ure hardly gets a look in.
Well tonight thank God it's them instead of you.
This has bugger all to do with Xmas. It was a method for extracting cash much the same as the local brass band playing and rattling tins outside tescos. You're supposed to give them money and pretend you care, feel good about yourself and then a few weeks later forget they exist.
But the artists, record companies etc did it all for nowt and helped the poor people... Oh yeah? And the record labels haven't made it back 10 times over in royalties for the song appearing on every bloody xmas compilation album, playing on the radio etc.... They only handed over the dosh from the single sales.
The truth is, we're really not remotely interested in helping the 3rd world. The 1st world is already using more than the planet can provide, so even if it was possible to instantly "upgrade" them to our standards it wouldn't be done.
Perhaps the Macc Lads had the truth with their "alternative" version of this song: Feed your face, don't give them a second thought.
Well, the doom begins. The usual xmas deluge of fools who bought an item from me on ebay AFTER last day for xmas posting to their country, and now want to know why they've not got it yet. Only one man from France so far, and he was only 1 day late in buying so may still get it, but I'm sure Thursday will see me with head in hands screaming "Make them stop".
But enough of this self pity. More lazy blogging: Jona Lewie - Stop the cavalry
Top trumps time:
Number of xmas cd's featured on: 72 Number of xmas words in the lyrics: 1 Number of winter / snow etc words: 1 Probability of being played on asda in store fm: 37% Relationship to xmas? : Vague.
Wish I was at home for Christmas.
Methinks this has not actually got a lot to do with xmas, and more to do with war...
Video appears to be set in WW1 trenches / no man's land. N a lot of the typical cannon fodder "tommies" signed up for the war with the idea that it would be a bit of adventure / bash the hun / finish the war in time for christmas.
It snowed today. And as I live on a hill, this can be entertaining.
You see, stupid people live further down the hill from me. Very stupid people. The road bends to the left, and it's moderately steep. Right on the apex of the bend, 2 cars parked on each side of the road. Which makes a gap in the middle of 1 car + 18 inches. The road is covered with snow... can you see the problem yet kids?
So the skittles have been set up, all there is to do is wait and watch for someone scoring a strike. How many cars will they damage? I should also point out you can go down our street to the council depot, so there's lots of vans driven by people who don't give a sh*t.
Sadly, there was no score today. One council van did look a good contender by a) going too fast & b) braking so the van is now going sideways on towards the target. Fortunately for him his brain kicked in, and he stopped braking, van goes back to straight again and he managed to steer his way thru with about three inches to spare.
Also had to drive to Idiot Girl's to "put up a picture". Yes, drive only if you have to, or if your sister wants to change her decor. No drama for me even if my land rover is in limp home mode. Entertaining following a very shiny BMW that wasn't going remotely where the driver was pointing it.
Thinks...... Ah: Jackie Wilson - reet petite
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Number of xmas cd's featured on: 1 Number of xmas words in the lyrics: 0 Number of winter / snow etc words: 0 Probability of being played on asda in store fm: 2% Relationship to xmas? : Bugger all.
Reet petite the finest girl you ever want to meet.
So what's the xmas connection? Christmas number 1 single for 1986, and most of December too if memory is working. One of my favourite xmas songs actually...
Bit of a joy / despair / despair/ slightly less despair day today.
Joy: My new credit card was finally delivered.
Despair: After activating it, and them trying to sell me insurance against it being cloned (wot, like it just has been you mean?) I took it to the shop. Where it failed to work.
Despair: Attempting to start car: clunk. Bugger new battery required. Hang on.. the headlights are still bright... tries again, starts first time.... Bugger.. new starter motor required.
Slightly less despair: Googled discovery td5 starter motor, and they're apparently crap and fail a lot. But you can get a kit of replacement bits to fix them for £10, so slightly happier as this is cheaper than a battery at £130.
I haz also had a genius, GENIUS idea I tell you, on how to blog lazily in the run up to xmas when idiots will suddenly decide to do their xmas shopping online at my emporium and drive me insane running around after them.
The idea be: Youtube vids to the max. With a twist on the xmas theme. Yes, I hope to have enough ideas of xmas things to show, that when you actually stop and think for a soupcon, they're not remotely xmas-y.
I will start this plan NOW: Freiheit - Keeping The Dream Alive
Top trumps time:
Number of xmas cd's featured on: 5 Number of xmas words in the lyrics: 0 Number of winter / snow etc words: 0 Probability of being played on asda in store fm: 15% Relationship to xmas? : Bugger all.
The game will never be over Because we're keeping the dream alive
I'm baffled why this is a Christmas song. Anyone got any ideas?
I am, so I'm told, the intended recipient of a package. Which contains $700,000 in cash. (must be a bit heavy).
But the silly sausages forgot to pay enough to cover the weight of all those greenbacks, so I must pay $315 and 29 cents within the next 2 days, or it will be sent back!
Quite why the nice lady at fedex currier company can't just take a bit out of the money in the box, I'm not sure. They could even get some donuts, on me! They must be stupid or something...
Perhaps that's why they spell courier as currier. Unless it works by a chain of fast food shops delivering your money slowly in a max 5 mile radius with free onion bhajis?
I have been given by the vets some new antihistamines, as standard over the counter stuff works for about 2 hours and then stops, and taking 6 in a day is slightly more than "1 a day" like it says on the box. I'm also told "drowsy effect", which considering I've not been spleeping could well be a positive point.
So last night, itch, scratch, not tired.... I know, try one out.
Goes to bed, still not tired but resigned to singing the infinite bottles of beer on the wall song. Then came the strange things.
I can hear something. But in my head, not in reality. It's like listening to a numbers station. This goes on for a bit. It then changes to Jeremy Clarkson talking gibberish. No, not the rubbish he often spouts, but actual strings of nonsense words, that I sort of understand. Then there are a sequence of chords, that are not so groovy. Then I start to feel tired / dulled, so write down the above so I'd not forget (I have some great blogging ideas that are lost by the next day).
The pills are bright blue coloured... Oh.. matrix-y.. Perhaps I should ask if they've got any red ones and wake up?
Meh! One more week and the insanity of it all will be over.
The mildly annoying thing is I'm very busy and working hard, but I'm not actually making all that much more money than usual. Peeps appear to have stopped buying the cheaper easy to make things, and are buying the expensive 40 mins each sodding things, so I work like crazy and then there's only 10 parcels for that day and £90.
And.. relax.
I bring to you: DJ Keltech - Keltech strikes back
Thinking you've seen this before? Well you prolly have as it was a viral video, what, three years ago?
If you like your scratching, then his cd be worth a-buying.
I generally doth not buy cd's cos a) tight, b) mp3's on a usb stick works better in my car. But I bought this one. I's even got it signed to moi... could be worth 99p in a few decades time... And yes, first thing I did was rip it to mp3 and put it on a shelf. The cd is dead, long live the cd!
It's rather sad that the only day I can keep up with is the lazy blogging day dontcha think?
It is of course quite a lot to do with that whole xmas rubbish. Brings out the idiots who waste my time, and makes me work harder so no time for excitement and adventure.
"But at least you're making money" stupid people will say.... Well, yes you are, but no you're not. The 'extra' money goes on buying in lots of boxes and bubble envelopes and stock just in case someone wants to buy it. So you end up with more stuff that there's no space for, but no more "real" money, and not forgetting of course that people stop buying things once it's time to plonk in front of their shiny new idiot boxes.
Anyway, enough of my ranting. You're (maybe) here for tubetastic Thursday.
I bring to you: Smokie - Living next door to Alice.
Smokie.... possibly the best thing to have come out of Bradford. Not a city I have much love for.
You may have noted that this is the original 70's version (methinks the sweede cuts give it away just a soupcon), not the 90's remake. Though come to think of it, the 90's one does have a valid question "Who the F*** is Alice?" anyways?
Why is she leaving after 24 years in a big limousine? Has she inherited the family fortune? Obviously she wants to make an impression on leaving, it's been staged and perhaps planned for years....
What happened to stop him from being able to interact with Alice? Did one or more of them go mental? I'm thinking perhaps he did.
Sally's been waiting 24 years for Alice to bugger off so she can have a go... But I think she will not get anywhere. He's not capable of interacting with the world, even if the world wants to interact with him. All he can do is watch as his chances fade away.
Er, I think I'm projecting my story onto this just a little.... Stop now. Yes, stop good.
My mind is on empty. And my enthusiasm reserve is too. And my tolerance of the whole xmas shash. I just keep trying to think soon it will be back to normal, whatever normal is anyways.
On the bright side, I've overcome the Ma's quest for the perfect (none existent) washing machine. I applied a bit of lateral thinking, and repaired the old one. It's a whole lot easier to fix these things at 3 am, when you can be calm and methodical. Printout from fix your washing machine website in one hand, cup of tea in the other.
True, technically it could also be a recipe for someone finding you dead of electrocution the next morning, but faint heart never won fair maiden, or got your clothes clean.
To add to the fun, I'm also trying to find out empirically just how many "one a day" antihistamines you can take in a day without dying. I've had five in the last 24 hours, and the edge is just about wearing off, as if I need another one. Google tells me what the symptoms of overdose are and I don't have them. It also tells me the half life is 8 hours, so how 1 is supposed to work for 24 hours I'm not sure. The house of half truths that is wikipedia suggests 10mg (1 a day) is barely more effective than a placebo. Ho hum, if anyone finds a spare liver, I'll have it for xmas plz.
I'm rather tired today as it's 2:43 am on Thursday morning. Too many late nights methinks...
So without further ado I bring to you: The Dead Milkmen - Punk rock girl
Not my favourite milkmen track, but the first video I could find.
Now they're back as a band again with a new bass player I'd like to see them live. I'd also like to win the lottery, have a wining personality, and lots of other things that won't happen. Sorry, depressed, tired, tired.. Zzzzzzzzzzzzz
Additional, 5pm.
This song be of course sung by Joe Jack Talcum, and is perhaps their most commerically successful release. Shame he doesn't actually sing most of the songs normally.
I'm am still tired, and can now add world weary to the list... The washing machine died. I took Ma to the washing machine shoppe to look at new ones. New ones fill up with only cold water. Ma wants one that fills with cold & hot water. I tell her the only come in cold these days. Shop assistant tells her they only come in cold these days. Ma believes we are lying (??) and insists we go to every shop that sells washing machines. Quelle suprise, they only sell cold fill ones, 'cos that's all the manufacturers make.
Methinks this one is going to run and run until I can't take any more.
Idiot Girl has been released from the hospital. Plz to come back if your foot falls off, or if it starts leaking blood / metal parts / massive infection.
Bugger to N decimal places. Today is not looking like a good day.
Next door neighbour knocked on the door, can I move my car for 10 mins? Ok.... Moves car.. "bong bong bong" goes car and the dash lights up like a Xmas tree. This be going to be expensive, and I can't put it on the credit card as yesterday the credit card people phoned up to tell me my card details have been stolen and it doesn't work any more. So no credit until they send a new one in 14 days.
I then get a phone call where I get bollocked for being out of the house for five whole minutes. Turns out Idiot Girl is now sitting in the hospital A+E department, as it would appear the plates holding her leg together, er, aren't.
So I've now got the entertainment of the Ma playing "what if?" and "We should go there... text Idiot Girl this stupid message" etc, when Idiot Girl has said stay put here until she tells us to come. So eventually Ma will a) drive me nuts, and b) go there even though told to stay away, and big shouty things will happen in the hospital.
Somebody plz, shoot me thru the head, I don't want to live...
