The Annekenstein Monster

Okay, so I saw some other *ugh* blogger do this, and I thought I’d give it a go, too.

I’m going to randomize my complete music library into a playlist. I present here the first 20 songs, good and bad, embarrassing and not.

Here they are:
1) We’re Going To Be Friends – The White Stripes
2) All This Useless Beauty – Elvis Costello
3) We’ll Meet Again – Johnny Cash
4) Headache – Frank Black
5) One Week – Barenaked Ladies
6) Pontiac – Lyle Lovett
7) Politik – Coldplay
8) Carnival of the Animals, The Swan – Saint-Saens (not sure of composer. This is some classical piece)
9) Sing It Again – Beck
10) I Saw Her Standing There – The Beatles
11) Eyes Without A Face – Billy Idol
12) Courage – The Tragically Hip
13) Tomb Of The Boom – Outkast
14) Simple Pages – Weezer
15) Don’t Stand So Close To Me – The Police
16) Old King Kong – George Jones
17) Twist The Knife – Neko Case
18) The Needle and the Damage Done – Neil Young
19) Lonestar – Norah Jones
20) Daisies of the Galaxy – Eels

Okay, so as I was typing this, I took the liberty to remove repeat artists. For instance, Elvis Costello showed up again at #18 with “What’s Her Name Today”, and Johnny Cash repeated at #9 with “See Ruby Fall”. So, this is actually the first 22 songs in the “All My Songs” playlist.

Not a bad mix, if I do so say. If I was to burn it to a CD, I’d probably remove the classical piece and Billy Idol, plus take out “One Week” simply because it’s been an over-played radio staple.

After a multi-day break from this site, I hope to experience a recrudescent period of active posting here once again.

Check this out. It’s pretty funny. Esto no es una canción rebelde. Éste es domingo domingo sangriento (sorry, it’s .ram)

I was walking back to work at lunch today, and I saw a guy trotting up a street carrying a cumbersome load of papers in his arms. He was, perhaps, 30 yards from where I was. He didn’t drop his pile of paper, but as I saw him, I wondered: if he did start to drop it, and I had super power strength or ability or speed, would it be worth my trouble to go and prevent the accident. Further imagining my super-powers to be secret to the public, I decided it wouldn’t be worth the trouble of possible discovery of my wonderful abilities. (Yes, I’m 38 years old.)

But that got me wondering something else. In my lifetime, what incidents (that didn’t directly involve me) have I personally witnessed where the use of some super-human ability would have been ‘worth the trouble’? Had I witnessed a car accident, where my super-speed could have shoved the little girl out of the way of the speeding car? No, nothing like that rings a history bell with me.
After a thorough 20 second google of my brain, I came up empty. I couldn’t think of anything that sticks out in my life that would have benefitted from my secret super powers.

What about any of you? Have you been in the vicinity of some event or accident or incident where you’d have used a secret super-power to keep it from happening?

Having spent more years than I should have in my poverterial (my word) pursuit of the performing arts, and acquiring the financial debt that this implies, I now take serious aim at freeing myself of this obligation, and look forward to the day (year?) when I am finally quietus in my relationship with Mastercard and Visa.

For Al: They can take away our amplifier and our guitars, but they’ll never quietus.

I have a sense of humour. Everyone does, of course, to varying degrees. And each of us has a differing opinion on what is funny.
One aspect of my sense of humour relies on sarcasm and, to some extent, on the appearance that I mean what I say. For me, a sarcastic remark is best if the receiver of it isn’t sure if it is, in fact, sarcasm. And I may go to great lengths to not give anything away.
In the textual world of the internet, sarcasm is a tough sell. Especially for someone who doesn’t like to make the sarcasm obvious. So, when you come across any of my online personas: Unka Whiskerz in the lolita chat rooms; BlueBallzz in the fetish forums; AzzCrackz in the big bum boards, or Lieutenant Dan in any of the alt. newsgroups, don’t be looking for an “lol”, or a winking smiley face emoticon from me, because I won’t give it away that easily.

I made the committment not to give it away so easily on that night, right after I lost my cherry.

Well, it looks like we’ve saddled ourselves with a name for both our group and for our show this summer.

We are, and it is, called ‘Sketch 22’. Now, of course, we wait for the inevitable ‘there’s a group in blah-blah who have that name’, or ‘What? Just like 22 minutes?’, or ‘that name sucks’. To all of that, I say:

That’ll do, pig. That’ll do.

You can catch a sneak peek during the TheatrePEI theatre festival in late March.

Someone just asked me if I had plans for lunch.

It strikes me as odd that ‘plan’ needs to be pluralized here. Whose lunch is so complicated, so detailed, that they need to create more than one plan? Even so, if your lunch is so complicated, detailed and full of things to do that it requires you to create a list, wouldn’t that still just be a plan? Does the ‘plans’ refer to contingencies in case the original plan gets altered? If so, how many of us make up plans in advance? Don’t most of us make one plan for lunch, and if that falls through, then we make another plan?

Don’t even get me started on that single item of clothing called ‘pants’.

…I never made anything like this. Granted, my sandbox wasn’t backlit.

It’s a fair-size download (18M) for you dial-uppers, but I found this to be extremely cool, soothing, comforting (I’m not sure why), and beautiful.

To those offended by the Quebec musings of Conan’s puppet dog, I say:

Yawn.