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Saturday, December 23, 2000

Stan got me David Lynch's "Dune" as a present and we are watching it tonight. There's a sweet little Pug in this movie, and a scene at the beginning with a herd of Bulldogs. But the best part is Sting. Too sexy! I've probably said this many times before, but I've always preferred him as an actor to a rock star.
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This is getting very postmodern. All it is now is reference to content, there is no content. And it may be even be a reference to a reference to content. What am I talking about? The fact that my blog keeps coming up when some dolt searches on "human toilet." The fact that my pet's page came up in the first place was absurd enough, but at least that page had the content of "human toilet," albeit innocently. Now, in my blog where I refer to this content, that is what is coming up in place of Vladimir's page. So the searcher sees the content removed and framed in a postmodern reference. No content. Just reference. God, the absurdities.

When you think of it, "link blogs" (as opposed to "content blogs" or journals or pseudo diaries, like this one) are the ultimate postmodern expression of the absence of content. They are the "shows about nothing."
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Hmmmph. I admit that I still have sites at GeoCities back from when I first got online in 1996. Hey, they were free and a decent service back then (unlike now). I no longer maintain them, yet I have not removed them because whenever I try to, people actually miss them, so I've decided to leave them up, maintenance free. Every once in a while someone will stumble upon one of the sites and write to me, so I usually respond unless it is moronic. The other day I received this email addressed to my husband's site (which he does not have time to maintain either...actually, I was the one doing the maintenance [html, graphics, etc...he just did the writing]):

Hi "(Stan's site name)"

I was surfing geocities and checked out your site at
geocities/(his site's name). I have a good friend with a really similar
site, and I passed your url along to her. Have you ever seen a
weblog? I was noticing your writing style, and I think the weblog
format might really work well for you. I just started one
recently, and I am actually thinking of dumping my homepage in
favor of just having the weblog, since I'm enjoying it so much
more than maintaining my homesite. Anyway, I really just wanted
to say thanks for an interesting site!

Come visit!
http://www.geocities.com/(her site)

(her name)

I thought it was a rather nice gesture, and maybe Stan's writing style could be applicable to a blog. I was going to respond to her to tell her that he doesn't have time for one, but that I do indeed have a weblog, and give her my URL. Then this morning I received the exact email to my two other GeoCities address. Spammage! Out of curiosity, I checked out her site. It is no longer there, but redirects the visitor to another site, which looks like some sort of Affiliate thing for weblogs, not affiliated with Blogger, but perhaps a competitor? I don't know. I was just rather annoyed by the whole thing...all these little upstarts trying to be the next Fill in The Blank. Remember when GeoCities was the first free web space community, and then there were all these little competitors like Xoom and Fortune Cities, and it's the same way with blogging. First there was Blogger, and now there's this place that spammed me, and soon others will be popping out like mushrooms too. And remember when the iMac hit the market and then soon after there were these stupid eMachines by some PCClonemaker? I am just so sick of people who rip off an original idea and instead of making it better, make it stupider.
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I am so glad King Tommy has been plucked out of Governorship by the Mighty Shrub. We really do not need this King for Life in Wisconsin anymore. Give someone else a chance.
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Friday, December 22, 2000

I still do not understand why sometimes my permalinks work and other times they don't. When I'm on my site and click on them, they go up to that post, but when I find a link on someone else's site to mine, usually they do not work. Anyone know why?
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Can't remember which part of the dream came first. One part of it took place on the UW campus by the humanities building. I remember seeing one of Stan's former co-workers from Orchard Hill (who IRL went through a change of lifestyle, sexuality, and become someone else and let all her previous friends fall by the wayside) walking by on some outside stairway and she totally snubbed me, didn't even acknowledge my presence. I was pretty pissed. I was also going up and down the elevator in the humanities building looking for a bathroom or something. The Humanities building was also hybrid with the old Chemistry Building at Colorado State. But the building in my dream was actually more charming with a lot of wood trim like it was constructed more around the turn of the (last) century, not mid-century like either of those buildings. It was also one of those typical college panic dreams, where I had to pee really badly, but didn't think I had time to go to the bathroom and then make my next class across campus. Then there was this other part of the dream that was much better. I was wearing a white dress or skirt and there was a pond that had fish and frogs and tadpoles. Stan was there, and he went into the pond to grab some tadpoles. I wanted to follow him, but didn't want to go in with a dress, but it looked so inviting, that I did anyway, getting my skirt all wet. I was grabbing tadpoles too, and putting them in a jar. They were huge, like the size of small chicken eggs. When I came out, I was afraid my skirt would be all wet with algae, but it dried out pretty quickly and didn't smell like a pond either.
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Thursday, December 21, 2000

Wow. This is the only site that comes up on a Google/Yahoo search for SNL-Al Gore. I feel so honored.
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What's even stranger about peculiar search requests is when you find one in your referrers and you go to that page, and your site is NOT listed. I mean, how do they arrive at your site then?

Aaaargh! Now that darn song from "The Sound of Music" is going through my head and it won't stop and I am singing it outloud in a baritone (?!?!!....well, my attempt....maybe just tenor) and it still won't go away! This would not be the case if "How Do You Solve a Problem Like Maria" weren't in that one Seinfeld episode. How Do You Hate A Song That Was in Seinfeld? Please, Muses, for the love of all things punk rock, please STOP IT NOW!

Uh oh...a rant that will offend *both* alternative-life-styled heterosexuals as well the religious right: Is it just me, or does this Madonna wedding/child christening thing seem all assbackward? Maybe I'm just an old fashioned secular humanist, but I think the important thing, i.e., getting married, should've been done first, not last. And the christening, I mean, just name the kid fer crying out loud...who needs some quaint outmoded religious ritual to do it? It's so "appropriative," like "let's appropriate this quaint religious ritual and apply it to our outrageous non-traditional lifestyle in an attempt to seem cultured." Far be it from me to tell anyone not to shock the world if they so choose, but I'd rather just shock the world without appearing to have a hint of "polite society legitimacy" (i.e., the christening).

When all is said and done, it's funny how people who try and be so shocking when they are young succumb to the pitfalls of their ancestors in an attempt to redeem themselves either in the eyes of society, God or both. Very few of us remain true to our youthful rebellious ideals. And those of us who do, are soon forgotton by those who don't, or by those who sold out. I can look at myself in the mirror and beneath the age and extra pounds still see myself at 17, 19 and 21. I can see the sneer and the tilted head and squinting eyes, and it's no stranger, anger...it's me. I want a middle finger on my headstone.
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Aw, thanks, Faith! Ah, the old Spermit days. How odd that I can look back on that time fondly. At the time I was going through torture, as that was my first introduction to the internet, really. "So the internet really is run by 15-year-old female impersonators that rip off your personality?" Ew. Creepy. I mean I like drag queens and all, but this was something else entirely. Yes, good did come of it! Sometimes I actually wonder what happened to the Spermit, just out of morbid fascination. Disappeared into the fairy dust of cyberspace, no doubt. I would assume he's about to enter college around now...
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Gotta shout it out to the world (of course, those who I want to hear this do not read this blog, I guess, fortunately so in many instances):

ANN'S PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT:

STAN WILL NOT BE HAVING ANY TIME OFF ANY TIME THIS WINTER OTHER THAN HIS NORMALLY SCHEDULED "WEEKENDS" WHICH MAY ALSO BE A TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY-THURSDAY, OR FRIDAY, AS WELL AS WHAT IS KNOWN BY SOCIETY AS A NORMAL "WEEKEND," I.E., SATURDAY-SUNDAY. HENCE, WE WILL NOT HAVE ANY REST AND RECREATION TIMES THAT YOU ARE SO HOPING THAT WE WILL HAVE, FOR WHATEVER REASON, LIKE TO TRAVEL AND SEE YOU (YEAH, LIKE AS IF, CAN YOU SPELL "BROKEN DOWN IN THE SNOW"?) OR JUST SO YOU KNOW THAT OUR MENTAL HEALTH IS INTACT. WE ARE DOING FINE, THANK YOU, AND WE DO NOT NEED/REQUIRE THE STANDARD AMERIKAN XMAS HOLIDAY, AS WE DO NOT CELEBRATE IT. WE GOT TIME OFF AROUND HALLOWEEN, WHICH WAS ALL WE NEEDED FOR OUR CELEBRATORY SPIRIT. ALL WE DO IN THE WINTER IS HIBERNATE ANYWAY, PLEASE. WE WILL NOT TAKE TIME OFF IN WINTER THIS YEAR, AS WE HAVE NOT TAKEN TIME OFF IN PAST WINTERS, (I MEAN, REALLY, WHEN HAVE YOU KNOWN US TO TAKE TIME OFF AND TRAVEL IN THE WINTER? DO YOU SEE A PATTERN HERE?) AND DO NOT PLAN ON DOING SO IN THE FUTURE. MAY I REITERATE, WE WILL NEVER TAKE TIME OFF IN THE WINTER! DO NOT WASTE YOUR TIME WORRYING ABOUT US THAT WE CANNOT GET TIME OFF. PLEASE STOP ALREADY. IT'S GETTING OLD.

We now return you to our regularly scheduled blog.

More weird search requests:

swimming pool women pictures. Someone has a hankering for the balmy images of summer perhaps? Or just a pervert? Brings up my 11-12 archive.

pat buchannan gallery Little did you know, Pat Buchannan, outside his career as presidential candidate, CNN celebrity and Nixon speech writer, also led a career as an avant garde dada expressionist, delving into the absurdisms and contradictions of postmodern cultural theory like in his recent mixed media installation, "Jews for Buchannan." Brings up my 11-5 archive.

And of course, the mandatory obligatory "Katherine Harris nude" and "human toilet." Get 'em every day now.
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Most odd dream. Stan and I were driving somewhere and I noticed this stretch of odd glass or plexiglass buildings and I was wondering what they were. Then later in the dream (I forgot the middle part) we were on some sort of transportation system, like a conveyor belt or open train or something, and we were travelling past the very same place, and I was simultaneously talking to Tim on the phone. Then the transportation system started climbing a very steep hill, and I was losing my balance and had to grab onto a rail so I wouldn't slide off. I then got a better look at the glass buildings and also saw barbed wire too and realized it was some sort of large prison system. Then I noticed some of the buildings were broken, and the glass had fallen onto the transportation system. I was not only scared of losing my balance and falling off, I was also afraid of getting cut. I had to abruptly end my conversation with Tim. I thought it was really stupid that someone would construct a prison out of glass. Then later we got off the transportation system, and I thought I had better call Tim. I realized my cordless phone was in my purse, so I pulled it out, but then realized it wouldn't work because it is not a cellular phone, hence, out of range. So I had to call Tim from a phone booth.
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Wednesday, December 20, 2000

Oh, this is funny. I was working on my iBook and watching Gunsmoke when Miss Kitty's vanity mole made me remember another part of my dream last night. I dreamed that I had vanity moles on my face (but I can't remember if they were real or applied) and I was putting nacreous powder on them...kind of like they were my art. Now I'm wondering when this will become popular...black vanity moles with nacreous powder on them. (For those of you non-artists out there, nacreous powder is titanium-coated mica flakes. Different thicknesses of titanium causes different refraction of colors. Many popular brands of acrylic paint comes in nacreous colors; it is also used in eyeshadow and nail polish. Plain, it looks sort of off-white, milky cloudy, with a sheen of one of the six common rainbow colors. In a thin coat over black, it is tres cool.)

I love Gunsmoke...it's my mid-day lunch break TV. Thank heaven for TV Land. I just hope they never try and do a remake of Gunsmoke. You know it will suck...Matt Dillon would be played by some 27-year old small-nosed so-called sex god, and Kitty would be played by some 21-year-old anorectic large-lipped, no-chinned, large breasted bimbo. Plus they'd have to get in the politically-correct quota, so Doc would be black and Festus would be Asian. It would be dreadful.
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More odd search requests that aren't so disturbing that I need to put them on Disturbing Search Requests, but peculiar enough anyway:

tammy kennedy too tall: Little did the searcher know they'd end up with a site with no Tammys, no Kennedys, all done by one who is too short.

pictures of cartoons of rockstars: Diagram that sentence. Not just cartoons of rockstars, not just pictures of rockstars. Pictures of cartoons of rockstars.

and on a similar topic: funny office xmas cartoons: Oh boy, some Delbert is getting into the Xmas spirit. Be very afraid at your holiday work party.

All searches bring up my blog archive from November 5-11.
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Weird dream last night: I was going back to undergrad school at Colorado State and invading my old painting studio I had 17 years ago. Obviously, it was all taken over by other painting students, but I wanted the same exact space that I had occupied for my last 2 years there. Someone else with a huge paint collection (5 and 10 gallons of "premium artist quality paint" that they bought for 5 grand per!) had taken over that spot. I was asking an older student there if I could get a painting spot there, and who was using the spot I had formerly used. She said it was one of so-and-so's students (can't remember the name...sounded Italian), and the way she said it was as if that was one of the "prize" students that couldn't be moved. I then asked her if I could grab the spot next to her and she said that was fine. I started moving some stuff over there to make it look like it was occupied, then someone bumped into me and I started to spin around and couldn't stop. I think I was also taking some other academic classes too, but that part reminded me of the University of Wisconsin, especially the place between Library Mall and Bascom Hill.

Other weird dream...heh...I was going to take obscene pornographic pictures of parts of my body in black in white with my new digital camera. Or maybe that was part of my artschool dream...can't remember.

That "get together" last night was dreadful! I was only right on one account...none of Stan's co-workers were there...just his supervisors. Everyone else that was there was employed in some other area of county employment...they all stared at me. The food was bad, the setting was even worse. See, I was under the impression it was going to be at one of the large county administrative buildings...large, vaccuous spaces, high ceilings...an agoraphobe's nightmare. I was also under the impression it would be a lavish, catered affair with delightful hors d'oeuvres. Au contraire. Instead it was a claustrophobe's nightmare...with about 3 trays of picked over food that in my opinion was inedible--I've had better at student art exhibits. It was in the basement of a restaurant downtown, no bigger than my own basement, really, low ceilings, sandstone walls...it was a catacomb, nay, it was a dungeon, a cellar. At least a catacomb would be interesting. Now Stan told me that one of the supervisors/administrators at his job put this thing on herself, so that's why it wasn't as lavish as I thought it would be (and definitely no caviar...naturally I had assumed caviar....I automatically think of it in the same sentence as hors d'oeuvres). But if I were going to put this on myself, I would at least hold it at my own house for a warm, friendly, intimate flavour, not in the cellar of a restaurant that I'd have to rent for the night. And if you're going to rent a place, I'm sure you could find someplace nicer, no? The worse co-op art gallery I've ever shown in was the Taj Mahal compared to this place. No one else came with a spouse or a friend either, and we had even brought Tim with us. It almost looked like we were crashing the party, like anyone would want to crash that party on purpose. I got to meet his supervisors (after 4 years that he's worked there...I finally meet his supervisors...weird), one of whom asks us the inane question of: "Who's taking care of your dog tonight?" Evidentally she was part of the pet-hating cabal that got on Stan's case when he took a sick day off when HIeronymus fell down the stairs and we were in and out of the emergency pet hospital. I almost said to her, "Oh, I see, you're one of those people who hates pets," but I bit my tongue. I want Stan to keep his job. We got out of there as soon as we could. I had to go have a drink.

The Jean Feraca show is especially disturbing today, the first hour was spent talking to some young urban-born nerdly-voice-inflected English professor who came to Whitewater, Wisconsin to teach and to do some sort of project on small town living that he did with a grant from the humanities council . It was so "ooh, look, small town and farm living is not at all like I had expected." Blech. And in the second hour they're talking about "Bobos," i.e., Bohemian Bourgeousie. Puke me out. This is all so disney witch and faux intellectual and people with too much time and (grant) money on their hands. Makes me want to buy a one-room cabin in Montana and grow parsnips.
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Tuesday, December 19, 2000

Some new administrator at Stan's place of employment that he says he likes (as opposed to some former administrator that was creepy) is having some catered event at one of the large county administrative buildings downtown tonight. I always hesitate going to those sort of "Xmas party from your husband's place of employment" things, but Stan says he thinks this will be good for the following reasons: 1. The people that he works with daily will probably not be there because most of them do not live in Madison and are usually hesitant to go into the big bad scary city of Madison, especially at night (ooooh, Madison is soooo scary! Gimme a break! No, actually, there are really people like that! Stan used to work with a woman who partied a lot, but would not go into any of the bars in Madison because they were "big city bars." Personally, I think small town bars are MUUUUUCH scarier, but then again, I'm biased the other way. The only thing scary about Madison is its lack of parking on a cold winter night); 2. Because this woman is an administrator of many different and disparate departments, most people who will be there will really not know each other, so it won't be a talkative party, so we can just eat: 3. Caviar. OK, so he convinced me to go.
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I can't remember too much of my dream, other than I think Stan and I were out visiting my parents in Colorado and my grandmother was still alive and living in a nursing home. My mother had left the house abruptly because my grandmother needed help or something, leaving some sort of dough she was rolling out on the kitchen table. It was like their house was rather bare, like they were getting ready to vacate it and Stan and I were preparing to move in there. Odd.
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Monday, December 18, 2000

Funny...heating prices are expected to rise sharply for what they are predicting to be one of the coldest winters in recent memory. Heating prices didn't rise the last two mild winders. What? Me believe in conspiracy theories? [sarcasm]Oh, not at all.[/sarcasm] You know what drives me nuts is seeing these pictures of people in California where they're having these emergency rolling black outs, and their houses are decorated to the hilt of tackiness with Xmas lights. WTF?
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Doesn't this just want to make you shout ala the Melanie Hartsell character from the SNL political skit in the early/mid 90s:
WHEN AM I GONNA GET SOME STUFF? EVERYONE ELSE HAS STUFF, BUT I DON'T HAVE ANY STUFF! I WANT SOME STUFF!

Tim called me on a cell phone today from work. A cell phone that he borrowed from one of the welfare moms (W2 recipients) that he works with. These women were also bragging again about all the stuff they got free from the Salvation Army because they're on the Welfare to Work program. (See my white microwave rant) Tim doesn't have his own cell phone. I don't have nor can I afford the cost of a cell phone. Stan doesn't have a cell phone. I don't get stuff for free from the Salvation Army for XMas. Neither do Stan or Tim. The welfare to work people are getting stuff free from the Salvation Army, but they can afford the cost of cell phones. What's wrong with this picture?

And on the other side...

I hear that Bush's tax cut plan will give back a larger percentage to people in the upper income brackets. The marriage tax penalty is also supposed to be done away with (which I support), but they say this will also help those 2 income earners in the upper tax brackets. WTF? Um...Stan and I have always been in the lowest tax bracket, and each and every year the marriage tax penalty also screws US! What have they got in mind...something that will do away with the tax penalty for only upper income people, but we lower income people will still have to pay the marriage tax penalty? And to add insult to injury, they're talking about tax cuts that will help the middle class and lower-middle class. Sounds good to me until I hear it is for families (remember, the Republican definition of a family is NOT two married people without children). This is a plan where the deduction for children will be doubled. Oh great. Now those of us who never could afford kids in the first place will be doubly penalized. You know who'd be paying for that doubled deduction.
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Search request time:

Weird: Ann-S-Thesia.com comes up #1 on a search for "large coffee mugs" at Yahoo Google. Ahead of even Cafe Press.

More searches on "human toilet." Will it ever end?

"katherine harris nude" as well as "poo dogs" brings up this blog. Don't know about "poo dogs" but I think Dubya was trying to get a closer look at that Harris woman before appointing her to a cabinet position.

Ya gotta love Google. But why the heck was I ever listed under "Document and Media Preparation" on Yahoo and why won't they change the category for me? It's evident from my site that I have nothing to do with "Document and Media Preparation."

No sleep last night. Stan was doing that breathing thing where your nose whistles and the grey cats were making noise by knocking down packages of Snausages and crinkling them around the floor. I decided by the time 2 am rolled around that it was pointless, so I got up and worked on implementing Phase 1 of CSS on The Dingbatcave. (Nothing there yet...it's still in progress). I went to bed at 6 am. Stan got up at 7 to go to work. I got about 4 hours of good Stan-Nose-Free-sleep.

I need sleep, dammit!
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Sunday, December 17, 2000

From the WTF? department: I keep getting search requests for "human toilet." Every day there's a couple in my referrers. The mystery is not why it keeps pulling up my site; the first request pulled up Vladimir's page and then after I noticed it the first time I mentioned it in my blog about a month ago. I also added it to Disturbing Search Requests. Yes, those words do exist on my site. The true mystery is *WHY* is anyone searching on those words at all?
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"People that work hard and make the right decisions in life can become anything they want to." What a crock-o-caca. No, Shrubby, people who have rich parents who have connections can achieve anything they want to, even if they have a C average in college and do coccaine and drive while drunk. Hard work and good grades in school and in the work force and striving for excellence mean nothing when you're constantly overshadowed by mediocre coasters with connections and average slackers with backers.
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I don't know why, but we're watching "The Sound of Music" tonight on netwerp teevee...interrupted for an hour to see the X-Files. It's not like we like the movie...it's more of an ironic sort of thing...just to see how corny it can be. It's so incredibly hoakey. It would be hilarious to take those songs and make them rock, though....I always think of doing that to music that has a certain tuneful quality, yet is presented in such a gay (original meaning of word), twee, mid-century dated style. I do not particularly care for musicals, either. That's not to say I do not like music in movies. Many of my favorite movies are very musically-oriented, with music comprising a good deal of the content: Velvet Goldmine, Amadeus, Cabaret, and others having excellent soundtracks: Pulp Fiction, Apocalypse Now, Basquiat, just to name a few. And when the format is ONLY music, such as the rock opera Tommy, that works for me too since the music is the presentation. But when it's a hybrid of opera and drama, like a musical, it just loses something in the translation. Does it want to be an opera or does it want to be drama with a soundtrack? Breaking out into song in the middle of a conversation is just bizzarre and surreal (hence, it works well in The Beatles' "Yellow Submarine" for just that reason). I'm sure that if aliens were observing us, they would concur. Unless the aliens were the VonTrapp family singers.

I would be so embarrassed if I was one of the actors who played one of the boys in that family. They made them out to look soooooo gay (take your pick of meaning). Or is it just the lederhosen?
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Eye-rony...This week's featured Eye[blog]Con is Faith's Boris, the Pug. (see left sidebar) Looking at the calendar, I see that my own Pug, Hieronymus, has a birthday coming up on Thursday, the 21st. He will be 10. After his accident of falling down the stairs in September when our Houseguest from Hell was out, I'm so glad he has made it this far.
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I had a dream I couldn't remember all that well, but I do remember I was with someone else's toddler and I was playing with it not in the normally aloof way I am around kids. Also, I was in a foreign city living on the top floor of an old house converted to apartments with a bunch of college students much much younger than myself. There was a person there that I was rather depending on to show me the way around the place, and I was hoping she wouldn't leave or else I would be totally lost.
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