Scoundrel (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} taverus) wrote,@ 2008-05-30 14:39:00 |
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Random Stream of Semi-consciousness
1. Dear Invitrogen, your bacteria grow like shit.
2. I've already determined that my soon-to-be new roommate is pretty awesome. She invited me to the Harmony Festival up in Santa Rosa before I move in. As much as I'd love to go, I'm going to be down-to-the-wire as is.
3. My new roommate sent me this, based on my birthdate (I'm not into astrology, but these things are always fun to read.)
" All about Scoundrel`s Birth Card
Our Birth Card is our most
important symbol of who we are
in this lifetime. It is the card that
we most identify with, and
through which we have the
greatest gifts to share with those
around us. It is also called our
Sun Card and our Soul Card.
The Jack of Hearts Person
The Sacrificial Love Card
As one of the three fixed cards, the Jack of Hearts are strong about their
version of love. They are surrounded by the Christ spirit of sacrifice through
love. Even though they are a Jack, which are sometimes immature and crafty,
these Jack of Hearts are influenced by the wisdom of the Christ spirit, which
gives them higher guidance and higher motives in general. They must watch,
however, that their martyrdom does not get out of hand. They can also become
escapists and misguided, but this is the exception rather than the rule.
Love is their power and birthright.
They have come to love others and to
show them the way by their example. They know how to love with the big
heartedness of a King and once they decide that theirs is the mission of love,
they do take on the yoke of responsibility admirably. They often make
sacrifices in their life and their personal fulfillment may be given up for some
higher cause or philosophy.
As born leaders, they must be successful in their
own profession. These people are fixed and guided by a strong sense of justice
and duty. They can be depended on for help or to do what they have promised,
unless they get caught up in the lower side of the "crafty Jack".
They all carry the Christ spirit within them and everyone they associate
with are in some way uplifted by their presence. They find their greatest
fulfillment on a spiritual path or by bringing the higher energies to their work
and lives.
Some of the Jack of Hearts Issues Concerning Relationships
The sacrificial nature of the Jack of Hearts can work for good or ill in
relationships, depending upon the person. These people have power and
strength in their love natures, but a certain degree of immaturity may prove to
be their undoing at times. They are usually devoted to higher ideals in love and
have their own philosophy about it that no one can change. They will make
Report (tavnote: I think the word is supposed to be "rapport") by sacrifices for you if they love you and you may be part of their plan to save the
world.
However, in the same vein, the Jack of Hearts can use this "savior
complex" to do silly things in love - things like choosing a mate that is totally
unworthy or broken in order to see their love heal someone. This can result in
victim/savior or co-dependent relationships that have ill consequences."
Amusing because some of those traits are pretty accurate. No critical thought supplied today.
4. I think "my type" involves being the first born in any family grouping. A quick look shows pretty much all of my longest, closest friends were the first chlidren (occasionally only children) born in their family. This is true even when I'm friends with multiple siblings; I'm usually closest with the eldest. Since so much of my early life was about being the only son, the first born male, the first of my generation, the big brother, the one responsible for near everything, the trailblazer, etc, sometimes I think unless you've been shouldered with at least some of those qualities, it can be hard to understand them in me.
5. I think "The Strangers" can actually be a scary movie, but I hated that it had no logic to it whatsoever. Also, I think the entire budget for the movie was spent on the salary for Liv Tyler...because nothing else seemed terribly costly, which actually means it was probably shot on a very minor budget, which is nice.
6. I think my phone is a strange device. I went years without a phone, getting by on the ex's cell plan. I've had a cell for a little under a year now. (Yes, I'm aware I was like the last person in America to get a cell phone...other thantwiggerlof). I'm on my parents' plan, so I'm paranoid about using up their minutes on plans that aren't Verizon (I do know about free network calling)...but I do have unlimited texting and picture messaging, so people on rival networks get more texts and pix than anything. Also, pix messaging was a new toy for a long time, so it had fun with it. Still, the tiny portable communications device seems like this kickass piece of future tech...I look at it an laugh sometimes.
7. I nearly peed myself last Friday when I was driving up the 605 to Pasadena (being all ninja-like, I avoided "the 5" and its deathtraps of Memorial Day doom!) and saw a posting for Stone Temple Pilots Reunion. STP was my definitive favorite band of the grunge era (yes, yes, music critics point out they capitalized on the success of similar-sounding bands like "Pearl Jam"...I really don't care, I know what I like, and I like STP, so blow me!) For some reason, Scott Weiland reminds me of Jim Morrison, except I've, y'know, seen Scott in concert.
I haven't been to an STP show since when? Eric, help me,...when was that concert in Somerset? 1995? Something like that. It's been awhile.
I followed Scott to Velvet Revolver, which was OK, because, y'know, I like Music With Rocks In. I enjoyed several songs because they are nice and explicit with a catchy beat and are likely to, of course, corrupt your children in the worst possible way (if you believe Tipper Gore, heh). "Slither" and "Dirty Little Thing" ooze sex out of all the wrong orifices, and "Come on, Come in" is just asininely catchy... and superhero-like, even (a little person homage to "Hackers" there).
Relevant VR quotes:
"Rape my mind and smell the poppies"
"...like holy water, it only burns you faster than you'll ever dry..."
"...and I feel like the king of the (pause)
dead men wishin' they had got together with you, girl..."
Crawling, rusty, meat. I like music when it's raw and dirty. Of course, you got VR doing songs like "She Builds Quick Machines", which sounds like something from an 80 hair band (OK, so most of VR was derived from GNR, and it's not surprising). Technically fine, but you just don't feel it in your spleen. And, let's see, "Fall to Pieces"....yeah, I don't turn to them for slow songs. Plus, I was pretty down when I started listening to that song, and it didn't help. So VR for me was a one trick pony, it did that trick well, but not well enough to warrant an album purchase (the other post-grunge collaboration, Audioslave, was much better on a song-for-song basis, and would have warranted such a purchase.)
Anyway, with STP reuniting, I grabbed my old 1990's STP albums, put my favorite songs on iPod, threw the restin the car, and have been eitehr driving or rollerblading to STP for the past few days. Currnet workout thoughts:
From Core:
Most of the album is good for blading. "Where the River Goes" makes me want to move my arms in grandiose sweeping gestures, and so my stride gets longer during that song. I feel like yelling along during "Sex-Type Thing". "Wicked Garden" and "Crackerman" are old favorites and keep the pace going. "Sin" is a disappointment, really doesn't do anything for me in terms of pace, and it's pretty uninspiring. I love "Plush"...I mean seriously love it, probably my favorite STP song, and one of the few songs you could probably get me to do Karaoke without being three sheets to the wind, but it's a slow-down, change of pace song. Same deal with "Creep".
From No. 4:
"Heaven and Hot Rods" is super catchy, but wtf is it actually about? I have no idea. I can move really fast to it, but I'm a lyrics guy, and I'm thoroughly confused about the meaning of these words....kind of like "Trippin' on a Hole in a Paper Heart"...catchy song, lyrics by STP on LSD. "Down" is good for movement, nothing special. "Sour Girl" is another slow down song, and I end up in the weird rollerdance thing when it comes on, which is strange at best. "No Way Out" is perfect, fast, angry, dark...you get ispired to move to that.
Ok, my enthusiasm for this stream of consciousness is dwindling.
8. I think Terry Pratchett's "Soul Music" has more puns per square page than the FDA allows:
"We're on a mission from Glod." (Glod being the band's Dwarven horn-player. I'm completely convinced this highly-important character was named for no other reason than to make this pun work in homage to "The Blues Brothers".)
From Wikipedia:
"Imp Y Celyn, a young lad from Llamedos who sings and plays the guitar. His name is Welsh and means "Bud of the holly". Later on he uses the pseudonym "Buddy"."
Oh fuck it, just read the article. Hillarious!
9. On saturday, I was at a party playing Rock Band, and I accidentally failed because I'd started singing into my beer instead of the mic.
10. On Tuesday, the family (Bryon's family) gave me a picture of Aaron because "you've spent so much time corrupting him it just made sense." I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
11. I was in a Barnes and Noble and saw the following books in the Discount area: 1) a leather bound, gold leafed "The Ultimate Hitchhikers' Guide" by Doug Adams, 2) The Iliad (red leather bound, gold leafing), 3) The Collected works of Shakespeare, same deal (though reading Shakespeare is a bit like reading song lyrics...you're missing the point, inflection, and context.), 4) a copy of the "Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner" with ILLUSTRATIONS BY GUSTAV DORE, and 5) A copy of La Divina Comedia, also leather bound (wrapped in plastic, so I couldnt' find one to figure out if it had the Dore illustrations or not.)
It took an effort of will not to bankrupt myself and spend the $90 to get all 5. Instead, I grabbed a copy of "The Long, Dark Tea Time of the Soul" and spent my $8. I have a feeling that my Nowegian Guy Who Doesn't Have A Credit Card OR Checkbook is actually a Norse Deity, but this is only theory, as I'm a mere 24 pages in, and bought it mostly to read humor falvored by religious mysticism,.
12. I am precisely average height for a person of Germanic/Scandinavian decent: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_heigh
13. I am thinking about selling my body for homebrew...I guess that makes me a homebrew whore.
14. I wonder if anyone actually finds those nose septum piercings sexy.
15. Pollo en Mole is absolutely delicious.
16. I have no idea what I'm going to do wth my free time right after I move. I'll have like 5 days with no scheduled activities. Why does that bother me?
17. Have a mason jar to return to my buddy Aaron that once contained mead in it. I've forgotten to return it every day for a month now. Today, to amke sure I brought it, I put my cell phone on top of it. Instead, I left both it an my cell phone at home.
18. I like this stream of consciousness posting.
19. No idea what I'm going to do tonight. Go home, check cell, work out, and after that who knows?
Your Narrator,
Scoundrel
1. Dear Invitrogen, your bacteria grow like shit.
2. I've already determined that my soon-to-be new roommate is pretty awesome. She invited me to the Harmony Festival up in Santa Rosa before I move in. As much as I'd love to go, I'm going to be down-to-the-wire as is.
3. My new roommate sent me this, based on my birthdate (I'm not into astrology, but these things are always fun to read.)
" All about Scoundrel`s Birth Card
Our Birth Card is our most
important symbol of who we are
in this lifetime. It is the card that
we most identify with, and
through which we have the
greatest gifts to share with those
around us. It is also called our
Sun Card and our Soul Card.
The Jack of Hearts Person
The Sacrificial Love Card
As one of the three fixed cards, the Jack of Hearts are strong about their
version of love. They are surrounded by the Christ spirit of sacrifice through
love. Even though they are a Jack, which are sometimes immature and crafty,
these Jack of Hearts are influenced by the wisdom of the Christ spirit, which
gives them higher guidance and higher motives in general. They must watch,
however, that their martyrdom does not get out of hand. They can also become
escapists and misguided, but this is the exception rather than the rule.
Love is their power and birthright.
They have come to love others and to
show them the way by their example. They know how to love with the big
heartedness of a King and once they decide that theirs is the mission of love,
they do take on the yoke of responsibility admirably. They often make
sacrifices in their life and their personal fulfillment may be given up for some
higher cause or philosophy.
As born leaders, they must be successful in their
own profession. These people are fixed and guided by a strong sense of justice
and duty. They can be depended on for help or to do what they have promised,
unless they get caught up in the lower side of the "crafty Jack".
They all carry the Christ spirit within them and everyone they associate
with are in some way uplifted by their presence. They find their greatest
fulfillment on a spiritual path or by bringing the higher energies to their work
and lives.
Some of the Jack of Hearts Issues Concerning Relationships
The sacrificial nature of the Jack of Hearts can work for good or ill in
relationships, depending upon the person. These people have power and
strength in their love natures, but a certain degree of immaturity may prove to
be their undoing at times. They are usually devoted to higher ideals in love and
have their own philosophy about it that no one can change. They will make
Report (tavnote: I think the word is supposed to be "rapport") by sacrifices for you if they love you and you may be part of their plan to save the
world.
However, in the same vein, the Jack of Hearts can use this "savior
complex" to do silly things in love - things like choosing a mate that is totally
unworthy or broken in order to see their love heal someone. This can result in
victim/savior or co-dependent relationships that have ill consequences."
Amusing because some of those traits are pretty accurate. No critical thought supplied today.
4. I think "my type" involves being the first born in any family grouping. A quick look shows pretty much all of my longest, closest friends were the first chlidren (occasionally only children) born in their family. This is true even when I'm friends with multiple siblings; I'm usually closest with the eldest. Since so much of my early life was about being the only son, the first born male, the first of my generation, the big brother, the one responsible for near everything, the trailblazer, etc, sometimes I think unless you've been shouldered with at least some of those qualities, it can be hard to understand them in me.
5. I think "The Strangers" can actually be a scary movie, but I hated that it had no logic to it whatsoever. Also, I think the entire budget for the movie was spent on the salary for Liv Tyler...because nothing else seemed terribly costly, which actually means it was probably shot on a very minor budget, which is nice.
6. I think my phone is a strange device. I went years without a phone, getting by on the ex's cell plan. I've had a cell for a little under a year now. (Yes, I'm aware I was like the last person in America to get a cell phone...other than
twiggerlof). I'm on my parents' plan, so I'm paranoid about using up their minutes on plans that aren't Verizon (I do know about free network calling)...but I do have unlimited texting and picture messaging, so people on rival networks get more texts and pix than anything. Also, pix messaging was a new toy for a long time, so it had fun with it. Still, the tiny portable communications device seems like this kickass piece of future tech...I look at it an laugh sometimes. 7. I nearly peed myself last Friday when I was driving up the 605 to Pasadena (being all ninja-like, I avoided "the 5" and its deathtraps of Memorial Day doom!) and saw a posting for Stone Temple Pilots Reunion. STP was my definitive favorite band of the grunge era (yes, yes, music critics point out they capitalized on the success of similar-sounding bands like "Pearl Jam"...I really don't care, I know what I like, and I like STP, so blow me!) For some reason, Scott Weiland reminds me of Jim Morrison, except I've, y'know, seen Scott in concert.
I haven't been to an STP show since when? Eric, help me,...when was that concert in Somerset? 1995? Something like that. It's been awhile.
I followed Scott to Velvet Revolver, which was OK, because, y'know, I like Music With Rocks In. I enjoyed several songs because they are nice and explicit with a catchy beat and are likely to, of course, corrupt your children in the worst possible way (if you believe Tipper Gore, heh). "Slither" and "Dirty Little Thing" ooze sex out of all the wrong orifices, and "Come on, Come in" is just asininely catchy... and superhero-like, even (a little person homage to "Hackers" there).
Relevant VR quotes:
"Rape my mind and smell the poppies"
"...like holy water, it only burns you faster than you'll ever dry..."
"...and I feel like the king of the (pause)
dead men wishin' they had got together with you, girl..."
Crawling, rusty, meat. I like music when it's raw and dirty. Of course, you got VR doing songs like "She Builds Quick Machines", which sounds like something from an 80 hair band (OK, so most of VR was derived from GNR, and it's not surprising). Technically fine, but you just don't feel it in your spleen. And, let's see, "Fall to Pieces"....yeah, I don't turn to them for slow songs. Plus, I was pretty down when I started listening to that song, and it didn't help. So VR for me was a one trick pony, it did that trick well, but not well enough to warrant an album purchase (the other post-grunge collaboration, Audioslave, was much better on a song-for-song basis, and would have warranted such a purchase.)
Anyway, with STP reuniting, I grabbed my old 1990's STP albums, put my favorite songs on iPod, threw the restin the car, and have been eitehr driving or rollerblading to STP for the past few days. Currnet workout thoughts:
From Core:
Most of the album is good for blading. "Where the River Goes" makes me want to move my arms in grandiose sweeping gestures, and so my stride gets longer during that song. I feel like yelling along during "Sex-Type Thing". "Wicked Garden" and "Crackerman" are old favorites and keep the pace going. "Sin" is a disappointment, really doesn't do anything for me in terms of pace, and it's pretty uninspiring. I love "Plush"...I mean seriously love it, probably my favorite STP song, and one of the few songs you could probably get me to do Karaoke without being three sheets to the wind, but it's a slow-down, change of pace song. Same deal with "Creep".
From No. 4:
"Heaven and Hot Rods" is super catchy, but wtf is it actually about? I have no idea. I can move really fast to it, but I'm a lyrics guy, and I'm thoroughly confused about the meaning of these words....kind of like "Trippin' on a Hole in a Paper Heart"...catchy song, lyrics by STP on LSD. "Down" is good for movement, nothing special. "Sour Girl" is another slow down song, and I end up in the weird rollerdance thing when it comes on, which is strange at best. "No Way Out" is perfect, fast, angry, dark...you get ispired to move to that.
Ok, my enthusiasm for this stream of consciousness is dwindling.
8. I think Terry Pratchett's "Soul Music" has more puns per square page than the FDA allows:
"We're on a mission from Glod." (Glod being the band's Dwarven horn-player. I'm completely convinced this highly-important character was named for no other reason than to make this pun work in homage to "The Blues Brothers".)
From Wikipedia:
"Imp Y Celyn, a young lad from Llamedos who sings and plays the guitar. His name is Welsh and means "Bud of the holly". Later on he uses the pseudonym "Buddy"."
Oh fuck it, just read the article. Hillarious!
9. On saturday, I was at a party playing Rock Band, and I accidentally failed because I'd started singing into my beer instead of the mic.
10. On Tuesday, the family (Bryon's family) gave me a picture of Aaron because "you've spent so much time corrupting him it just made sense." I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
11. I was in a Barnes and Noble and saw the following books in the Discount area: 1) a leather bound, gold leafed "The Ultimate Hitchhikers' Guide" by Doug Adams, 2) The Iliad (red leather bound, gold leafing), 3) The Collected works of Shakespeare, same deal (though reading Shakespeare is a bit like reading song lyrics...you're missing the point, inflection, and context.), 4) a copy of the "Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner" with ILLUSTRATIONS BY GUSTAV DORE, and 5) A copy of La Divina Comedia, also leather bound (wrapped in plastic, so I couldnt' find one to figure out if it had the Dore illustrations or not.)
It took an effort of will not to bankrupt myself and spend the $90 to get all 5. Instead, I grabbed a copy of "The Long, Dark Tea Time of the Soul" and spent my $8. I have a feeling that my Nowegian Guy Who Doesn't Have A Credit Card OR Checkbook is actually a Norse Deity, but this is only theory, as I'm a mere 24 pages in, and bought it mostly to read humor falvored by religious mysticism,.
12. I am precisely average height for a person of Germanic/Scandinavian decent: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_heigh
13. I am thinking about selling my body for homebrew...I guess that makes me a homebrew whore.
14. I wonder if anyone actually finds those nose septum piercings sexy.
15. Pollo en Mole is absolutely delicious.
16. I have no idea what I'm going to do wth my free time right after I move. I'll have like 5 days with no scheduled activities. Why does that bother me?
17. Have a mason jar to return to my buddy Aaron that once contained mead in it. I've forgotten to return it every day for a month now. Today, to amke sure I brought it, I put my cell phone on top of it. Instead, I left both it an my cell phone at home.
18. I like this stream of consciousness posting.
19. No idea what I'm going to do tonight. Go home, check cell, work out, and after that who knows?
Your Narrator,
Scoundrel
