You know this boogie is for real. I used to buy my faith in worship, But then my chance to get to Heaven slipped I used to worry about the future But then I throw my caution to the wind. I had no reason to be care free No no no, until I took a trip to the other side of town Yeah yeah yeah, you know I heard that boogie rhythm Hey- I had no choice but to get down down down down.
Dance, nothing left for me to do but dance, Off these bad times I'm going through just dance Got canned heat in my heels tonight baby
I feel the thunder see the lightning I know this anger's heaven sent. So I've got to hang out all my hang-ups Because of the boogie I feel so hell bent It's just an instant gut reaction, that I got I know I never ever felt like this before, I dont know what to do But then thats nothing new, Stuck between hell and high water I need a cure to make it through.
Hey- dancing nothing left for me to do but dance Off these bad times I'm going through just dance, Hey got canned heat in my heels tonight baby You know know know I'm gonna dance yeah off the nasty things that people say, but I'm gonna make it anyway... Dance yeah! Got canned heat in my heels tonight baby! You know I've got canned heat in my heels baby
You know this boogie is for real...
Only the wind can blow the answer And she cries to me when I'm asleep She says you know that you can go much faster I know that peoples' talk can be so cheap Yeah yeah I got this voodoo child inveined on me I'm gonna use my power to ascend You know I got these running heels to use Sometimes there's no way to lose I was born to run And built to last You've never seen my feet They can go so fast
Dance... yeah, hey! Nothing left for me to do but dance All these bad times I'm going through just dance -- Hey Got Canned Heat in my heels tonight, baby
Hey I've got to dance yeah! off the nasty things that people say But I'm gonna make it anyway, Dance yeah! Got canned heat in my heels tonight baby
You know this boogie is for real, So much canned heat in my heels yeah! Gonna dance, gonna dance my blues away tonight, You know I'm gonna dance my blues away
You know this boogie is for real So much canned heat in my heels yeah! Gonna dance, gonna dance my blues away tonight, dance! Got canned heat in my heels tonight, Oh oh oh oh, canned heat in my heels tonight Oh oh oh oh, canned heat in my heels tonight Got so much...
Dance!
Hey DJ Let the music play I'm gonna live this party life Hey DJ Let the music play I'm gonna live this party life Hey DJ Let the music play I'm gonna live this party life Hey DJ Let the music play I'm gonna live this party life Canned heat in my heels tonight!
You know, you know this boogie is for real Got so much Canned Heat in my heels Gonna dance, gonna dance my blues away tonight Whoooooooo! You know, you know this boogie This boogie is for real
This weekend was a great weekend. I had a blast hanging out with the Ohioans. Sleep was minimal, but it was great to see everyone who poked their heads in. Thanks to Garvin, Mr. Garvin, Stepho, Cat, Jenny, Cheryl, Nick, and SCO for hanging out. Many pictures were taken, and most are in the Flickr bar on the left. Flickr only allows me to show the twenty most recent images, so you need to click on one and keep hitting the previous button to see them all.
Beer is always wet. Vagina needs a little work. One point to BEER
Warm beer tastes awful. One point to VAGINA
A really cold beer is satisfying. One point to BEER
If after taking a swig of your favourite beer you find a hair between your teeth, you may vomit. One point to VAGINA
If you get home reeking of beer your wife may get mad, make a scene, kick you out, etc. If you get home reeking of vagina your wife may get mad, kick you out, even leave you. There's definitely a point to be had here, depending on your point of view and personal circumstances. DRAW.
Ten beers in one night and you can't drive home. Ten vaginas inone night and you don't want to drive anywhere. One point to VAGINA
If you have a lot of beer in a public place, your reputation may suffer. If you eat any vagina in public, you become a legend. One point to VAGINA
If a cop stops you and you smell of beer you may get arrested. If you smell of vagina he may buy you a beer. One point to VAGINA
You normally don't find old beer. One point to BEER
Too much beer and you'll think you see flying saucers. Too much vagina and you'll think you've seen God. One point to VAGINA
Ripping off a beer bottle label is boring. Ripping off panties is One point to VAGINA
In most countries there's a tax on beer. One point to VAGINA
If you have another beer the first one never gets pissed off. One point to BEER
You can always be sure if you're the first one to open a bottle or a can. One point to BEER
If you shake beer it'll get all agitated but eventually it settles down. One point to BEER
With beer you always have choice: clear, dark, pilsner,ale,lager,etc. One point to BEER
You always know how much beer is going to cost. One point to BEER
Beer doesn't have a mother. One point to BEER
Beer never expects to be hugged for half an hour after you drink it. One point to BEER
FINAL SCORE: BEER: 10 VAGINA: 8
That's it! The matter is settled, the clear winner is: BEER
PS: If you are a woman and at this point feel angry, degraded or discriminated against, just remember that Beer would experience none of those feelings, let alone express them, an extra point for BEER ;)
((note: I've had too much beer. I'd like to experience vagina again.))
It was a long day, and not sleeping well takes its toll. I was going to relax at home but called James to go out for beer and wings. We met at the BW3 in Novi, but then ended up heading out to Roseville, as he had to go back to work to fix an ambulance. We got out there and ended up working on the rig till about 11:30, then I followed him down to Children's Hospital so we could swap vehicles with a stuck crew so they could head out to Fairlane for a call. It's been a long day.
A woman was in bed with her lover when she heard her husband opening the front door.
"Hurry!" she said. "Stand in the corner." She quickly rubbed baby oil all over him and then she dusted him with talcum powder. "Don't move until I tell you to," she whispered. "Just pretend you're a statue."
"What's this honey?" the husband inquired as he entered the room.
"Oh, its just a statue," she replied nonchalantly. "The Smiths bought one for their bedroom. I liked it so much, I got one for us too."
No more was said about the statue, not even later that night when they went to sleep.
Around 2 a.m., the husband got out of bed, went to the kitchen and returned a while later with a sandwich and a glass of milk. "Here," he said to the statue, "Eat something. I stood at the Smith's for three days like an idiot and nobody offered me so much as a glass of water."
Discuss this here. Give your thoughts on this quiz and anything else you want to add about it. What were your picks? Do you feel this quiz is accurate? I'll chime in when I feel I'd like to.
I finally decided to stop using Outlook. I know people really don't care, but when you've been saving mail in the same program for a few years, you don't want to migrate. I finally stopped using a PDA, so I figured I'd take a look at the leading alternative for mail. I installed Thunderbird and migrated my mail and contacts over, seemingly flawlessly, and I made one last .pst backup. Then Bam. Goodbye Office.
Don't I mean, goodbye Outlook?
Nope.
Goodbye Office.
I'm an OpenOffice fan now, and hopefully I'll have less vulnerabilities in the future.
Martin wakes up at home with a huge hangover. He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table. He sits up and notices his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. Martin looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotless and clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table. "Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go shopping. Love You!"
So he goes to the kitchen and, sure enough, there is a hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Martin asks, "Son, what happened last night?"
His son says, "Well, you came home around 3 a.m., drunk and delirious. You broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and gave yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the door."
Confused, Martin asks, "So, why is everything in order and so clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me?"
His son replies, "Oh, that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you said, 'Get your hands off me, bitch! I'm married!'"
Moral of the Story: Self-induced hangover... $100 Broken furniture... $2,000 Breakfast... $10 Saying the right thing to your wife when you're drunk... PRICELESS
I spent Friday evening with James, Phil, Jake, and Amber out in Ann Arbor at Good Time Charlies. They drank while I attempted to find out why my phone was messed up. I drank half a pitcher and played Designated Driver, then came home.
The next morning I headed to Verizon and they swapped out my phone for another one, because it wasn't repairable, and as I previously said, I lost all my pics. I managed to salvage a few, and got a couple replacements from friends. I did some things around the home for a while, then went to a poker tournament at the Little house. I lost a total of thirty-five dollars in two tournaments, and then headed home for the evening.
Today was a day of rest for the most part. I lounged around, then took the dog for a walk for a bit before heading to the Whalers game with Chuck, Peaj, and Kaylee. After watching the Whalers win 3-1 against the 67's, we enjoyed a meal, and then they left.
My phone is messed up right now. Please, don't send any text messages or call, because I'm leaving it off till I take it in to have it looked at.
Update: Had the phone replaced. I lost all my pics, so those that sent me pics, please resend some. Those who I took pics of, I have to retake them. I did pick up a data cable, so hopefully I can get some stealthy software to get the pics off my phone for next time this might happen.
Update 2: I managed to retrieve some of the less riskique ones from my PIX Place account, but most of the ones I took myself are gone. Dammit.
This is because of Rev's post... I've been listening to the BTVS "Once More, With Feeling" soundtrack, and I love the sound of this one...
Why'd you run away? Don't you like my style? Why don't you come and play? I guarantee a great big smile.
I come from the imagination And I'm here strictly by your invocation. So what do you say -- Why don't we dance a while?
I'm the how to swing. I'm the twist and shout. When you gotta sing, When you gotta let it out. You call me and I come a-runnin'. I turn the music on I bring the fun in. Now we're partyin' that's what it's all about.
'Cause I know what you feel, girl. I know just what you feel, girl.
All these melodies, they go on too long. Then that energy starts to come on way too strong. All those hearts lay open - that must sting. Plus some customers just start combusting. That's the penalty when life is but a song.
You brought me down into this town So when we blow this scene, Back we will go to my kingdom below And you will be my queen.
'Cause I know what you feel, girl.
No, you see, you and me Wouldn't be very regal.
I'll marry you, girl.
What I mean, I'm fifteen So this queen thing's illegal.
I can bring whole cities to ruin And still have time to get a soft-shoe in.
Well, that's great but I'm late And I'd hate to delay her.
Something's cooking, I'm at the griddle. I bought Nero his very first fiddle.
She'll get pissed if I'm missed, See my sister's the Slayer.
Those six words that were said to me the other day in an online conversation, and it's those six words that have had me thinking for a while. My friend was right. It was in a dating conversation, but while he may be right in that aspect, I don't think he knows exactly what I'm looking for in that. Everyone wants something different.
But those words. They relate to so much more. I want to be able to own a house and not worry like so many of my friends, if they will lose the house to the banks and rising cost of living. I want to be able to have a happy home with happy friends, and a woman who I can have by my side for life.
I want to always upgrade things I have to the newer thing. But really, everyone wants that option. Everyone wants to be that secure. All I really want is to be content, and really, I haven't been truly content in my life for ages.
The worst part about all this is after those six words, all I can hear in my head is:
"ooh girl that's too damn bad / Don't touch what you can't grab / end up with two backhands / Put anthrax on a tampax and slap you till you can't stand / Girl you just blew your chance / don't mean to ruin your plans / But I do know one thing though / bitches, they come they go / Saturday through Sunday, Monday / Monday through Sunday yo' / Maybe i'll love you one day / maybe we'll someday grow / Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway ho' - Eminem, "Superman"
But honestly, it is nice to see someone respect another's wishes that much. Nowadays, people don't respect others enough to fulfill someone's last wishes like that. It kind a brings a tear to the eye...
...especially one to the guy who has to go up and fix that air conditioner....
It's amazing what a few small words can do to a person.
I mean think about it. You can be in a dismal mood, and a few words are sent your way and you can be the happiest bastard on the planet. You can be concerned one moment, and completely touched the next. You could be on cloud nine, and a few small words later, you are buried deeper than the depth of the San Andreas. (If sugar tastes like salt, its probably my fault... thanks, the Recital...)
I'm one who can be raised or crushed by a few small words. I've had my ups and downs this year so far. That's so fucked up.
You get the bass I'll get the treble There's nobody left to annoy the feedback drove them out There's nothing left to talk about Where will I be next January? The city I live in is getting smaller every day So maybe we can find a place to stay? You open your mouth like there's something you have to say You lost your voice box you talk to much anyway
So, if sugar tastes like salt It's probably my fault And I know that if I die today I die confused
You get the lights I'll get the volume We locked in a room full of casios and wind up toys So, that's what's making all this noise There's something else I've got to tell you The part about how we won't stop till we get this right I'll let you in if you ever want to fight Just sleep all day if I keep you up all night There's nothing wrong with stopping at a yellow light
So, if sugar tastes like salt It's probably my fault And I know that if I die today I die confused
So, if sugar tastes like salt It's probably my fault And I know that if I die today I die confused If I die today I die confused -The Recital, "San Andreas (It's not my fault)"
It took 6 whole hours And 5 long days For all your lies to come undone And those three small words Were way too late 'Cause you can't see that I'm the one -Josie & the Pussycats, "Three Small Words"
I know there are more lyrics that I thought of while writing that post... I just wish I could remember them...
Well, I may be back online in the evenings, but even with an internet fix, I'm still quite restless at night. I'm tired beyond belief, but I still can't get a solid night's sleep, and I still can't find that painter dude on TV.
Blargh.
Now I lay me down not to sleep I just get tangled in the sheets I swim in sweat three inches deep I just lay back and claim defeat
Chapter read and lesson learned I turned the lights off while she burned So while she's three hundred degrees I throw the sheets off and I freeze
Lids down, I count sheep I count heartbeats The only thing that counts is that I won't sleep I countdown, I look around
Who needs sleep? well you're never gonna get it Who needs sleep? tell me what's that for Who needs sleep? be happy with what you're getting There's a guy who's been awake since the Second World War
My hands are locked up tight in fists My mind is racing, filled with lists of things to do and things I've done Another sleepless night's begun
Lids down, I count sheep I count heartbeats The only thing that counts is that I won't sleep I countdown, I look around
Who needs sleep? well you're never gonna get it Who needs sleep? tell me what's that for Who needs sleep? be happy with what you're getting There's a guy who's been awake since the Second World War
Who needs sleep? well you're never gonna get it Who needs sleep? tell me what's that for Who needs sleep? be happy with what you're getting There's a guy who's been awake since the Second World War
There's so much joy in life, so many pleasures all around But the pleasure of insomnia is one I've never found With all life has to offer, there's so much to be enjoyed But the pleasures of insomnia are ones I can't avoid
Lids down, I count sheep I count heartbeats The only thing that counts is that I won't sleep I countdown, I look around
Hala Hala Hala
Who needs sleep? well you're never gonna get it Who needs sleep? tell me what's that for Who needs sleep? be happy with what you're getting There's a guy who's been awake since the Second World War -BNL, "Who Needs Sleep?"
You know this boogie is for real.
