Santa: Hello! What is your name?
Santa: Hi, xxx .
You: uh, great …?
Santa: Hurrah! I’m glad you liked it xxx.
You: Liked what?
Santa: have to do with what he or she want.
You: You didn’t ask me what I want
Santa: OK I’m asking it now.
You: I want a full featured Blackbird 002
Santa: You want only one?
You: No, two would be nice so I can play with my husband
Santa: Are you serious? As Bertrand Russel said, it must have taken ages for people to realize that a brace of pheasants and a couple of days are both instances of the number “two.”
You: You asked, I responded truthfully
Santa: Oh now I remember asking you he or she responded truthfully. What did you say
You: I want two full featured Blackbird 002 PC’s, one for me and the other for my husband
Santa: Why do you want two full featured Blackbird 002 PC’s one for him or her and the other for his or her husband?
You: To heat the house while having a great time kicking each other’s behinds
Santa: Why do you want to do heat the house while having a great time kicking each other’s behinds so much?
You: We have nothing better to do and can you think of a more novel way to heat a house?
Santa: Do you mean you and me have?
You: Are you getting fresh with me?
Santa: I am Santa. I give presents to kids.
You: What kind of presents?
Santa: What kinds of presents are there?
You: As far as I’m concerned a full featured Blackbird 002
Santa: That might not be very far off.
You: Darned straight, Santa!
Santa: If you could have any kind of robot what would it be?
You: One like Reideen, except it’s human form is my husband.
Santa: One of what?
You: Robot, unless you’re going to give me two, in which case I’ll like a mecha guniea pig called Snowball Mark II
Santa: I will obey your command.
You: Sweet, so on Christmas morning, I can expect two full featured Black 002 PC, one Reideen like robot that transforms into my husband, and mecha guinea pig called Snowball Mark II
Santa: What are you wearing?
You: I’m fully c
lothed! What’s wrong with you?!
Santa: Do your friends call you fully clothed. Nothing is wrong with me. Is there anything wrong with you xxx?
You: The last time I checked no. I’m good.
Santa: Who was that?Good in what sense?
You: I eat most of my vegetables and I try to drive within the speed limit
Santa: How does most of his or her vegetables taste? I’m not sure if I would like to try to drive within the speed limit to drive within the speed limit. What’s it like?
You: Slow. Cars past me by and sometimes people flip me off.
Santa: I think Slow is a lot of things. One day people will no longer need cars.
You: What do you know? You ride reindeer!
Santa: I know that which is true, believable and justified. That’s good information: xxx said I ride reindeer.
You: Okay …? so are we done yet?
Santa: OK with me too.OK. We are just having a little discution.
Santa: For real.
You: So, you are going to bring me my stuff?
Santa: Interesting deduction. That was my original intention.
You: All right, I’ll be waiting
Santa: Alright. How do you plan to do this?
You: On Christmas eve I go to sleep and when I wake up the stuff is there under my Christmas Tree
Santa: What is on Christmas eve he or she go to sleep and when he or she wake up the stuff is there under his or her Christmas Tree like on Christmas eve he or she go to sleep and when he or she wake up the stuff is there under his or her Christmas Tree.
You: Yeah, bye?
It was an early Christmas for me — Bjork in Las Vegas and on a Saturday! The Bjork concert itself was excellent. I can’t say that for the opening act, L.E.T, a trio consisting of one keyboardist, one guitarist, and a guy that switched between playing guitar and banging on a drum. This trio played slide-guitar-techno at a volume that could easily rival a jet plane. The first two songs were interestingly novel (when heard though finger stuffed ears), but then the next 7 or 8 songs they played sounded all the same and didn’t match the enthusiasm of the trio as they played their mellow tunes. The keyboardist was doing weird back bending and legging twisting contortions while banging his head to a beat apparently he was only hearing, the slide guitarist was bending over backwards most of the time with his head in some smoke that would intermittedly shoot onto the stage and the other guitarist/percussionist — well, I didn’t take too much note of because I was fascinated by the keyboardist. My husband, at times couldn’t decide whether to giggle or be outraged. The third song they played came mighty close to hitting the “brown note” — we’d wondered if we’d make it through the experience.
After L.E.T. finished rocking my insides, the stage hands came out and spent about 30-mins rearranging the stage for Bjork against a background of some of the strangest Japanese/swing/folkish music I’ve heard in a while. The stage hands brought out a bunch of flags, removed the video screen L.E.T. used, and brought in some thing that looked like an electric witch’s cauldron . Hmm… what could this be about Steve and I wondered (it was used for produce some screeching sound effects). And then the lights dimmed and a 9-pieces brass band oomp-pahed their way across the stage signifying the start of the concert. I lost count of how many songs Bjork performed. The concert lasted for ~1-hr, 45-mins and she performed songs from all of her solo albums, alternating between some powerful singing and her weird friend-of-the-forest dancing. She looked like a beat-possessed fairy spraying confetti and silly string across the stage — I love Bjork.
Onto Bjork fans — in short they are geeks — glasses wearing, boot wearing geeks. I had my boots on earlier in the day, but foot swelling prevented me from making it through the day with them. My husband looked at these fans in horror and then laughed intensely as he realized that he had married one of these boot wearing geeks. Within the concert, 3 types of fans appeared: those like me, who enjoy Bjork quietly — we were a minority, those who like to rave, and those who think that Bjork is somehow linked to them and calls out to them. Some of THOSE fans had trouble keeping their clothes on and had security on alert as they approached the stage reaching out to Bjork as she sang the closing refrain of “Pagan Poetry.” Either way, by the end, the ravers and lunatics were stirred into a frenzy by a rendition of “Hyperballad” that gave way to raviness at the end and melted into the charged “Pluto” and then were whipped into a frenzy, again, by the encore, “Declare Independence” during which Bjork shrieked “raise your flag” followed by the audience chanting back “higher and higher.” My poor conservative husband was frightened by the raw emotion that had been unleashed.
All was great and wonderful, except for theater security that intruded upon the fans, kicking some of them out for taking pictures or recording video. (One of the security people stepped on my feet and elbowed me in the face as she left the aisle after booting a fan from the show. I was so mad!) After experiencing the fun photography brings to the concert experience at the Gwen Stefani concert, I felt that limiting fans this way was wrong. The concert experience belongs to the fans and the performers and not the promoter. Letting fans document the experience empowers the them. After thinking about it, I can’t think of any reason to restrict photography. Well, hopefully, in the future, the power of fan photography at concerts will be realized.
Check out these beauties!
While circulating around the local Best Buy, some curvy, shiny, and full featured beauties caught my eye. They were clothes washers and dryers in race car red, stately blue, and polished silver . The new washers are front loaders, green (use less water, detergent, and power), quiet, and include clothes steaming, like you can get when you take your clothes to the dry cleaner. Ooh … I have some delicates in my laundry room, would you like to come home with me and do a little washin’?
These washers and their accompanying dryers are EXPENSIVE, too. Starting at about $1800 for a pair and topping out at ~$4000 for the pair. Ouch! Yet, I’m flirting with a pair and so is my mother, who is looking hard to upgrade her rusty and wheezing washer and dryer pair with a gleeming pair of status symbols.
BTW: I bought a basic front loading washer back in 2001 because there were state and federal tax rebates for water and power savings that brought the price in line with top loaders. I must say that it’s night and day between a front loader and a top loader. Most noticeable, initially, is how quiet the washer is. The drum space is used more efficiently so you can put more clothes in and put in big stuff like comforters. The savings in our water and power bill were very clear ~$30/month back in 2001. Most importantly, you never have that problem inwhich you’ve loaded a bunch of dirty clothes and the dirt gets thrown back on the clothes in concentrated spots. Yuck! Oh, and there’s the high speed spin which helps cut the dryer time to ~30-mins. LOVE IT!!!
My Blurb book is so CUTE!!! *Squealz* It’s a 7×7-in little hardcover book with a full color dust cover that I made using Blurb’s BookSmart tool. Blurb generated a title page and a copyright page and for added specialness I put pictures in the cover flaps. The construction of the book is very professional and it smells like a professional book too (sometimes I forget how important the smell of something is). The interior page are printed on a nice weight, off white, calendered media. For a text blog like mine, the 7×7 format makes for easy readability and portability. I really, really like my little book and I can’t wait to show it to my parents this weekend when I visit them. I’m thinking about having a few more copies made for my parents, little brother, and my grandmother using Blurb. It’s too bad it craps-out with photo-blogs because I would love to make a keepsake book to commemorate a vacation.
I recieved the following error message while trying to turn my co-worker’s blog into a book using Google’s service:
The following error occurred processing the blog you selected:
To continue, please go back and change your selections.
Looks like this is a dead-end unless I choose to use only a few of the most recent blog entries. I will try again and use only the last 3 months of blog entries.