Close Your Eyes Just Pretend The Bullet Isn't There

I am pooped!!!

The last 3 days prior to the auction next Wednesday are sooooooo busy. We don't have as many items but we have some niiiiice get away ones. There is another beach one like my departments but it has a 1 night stay. There is a 550 gift certificate to Bonneville Hot Springs which I really really want, there are two that are vacations of some sort but we don't have the final details...I think one is Vegas though.

We have about 5 "baskets" that are 975 or higher. Not too shabby. Our cash counts are a bit down and I don't think we will make what we made last year but it will be close. It is gonna be a loooong Monday following the auction cause we are seeing way more payroll deductions than cash or checks this year. Which I have to verify. And log. Oy.

My company matches dollar for dollar what we raise so our two charities should get over 20 thousand each. And one is a county food bank which in this current climate could really need it.

Had dinner last night with my dad, we went to the Old Spaghetti Factory. Yummy pasta =) Then I helped wrangle all their cats and put in eye drops. Watched some Type O Negative. Came home and watched Idol. Made it in time for Adam whom I adore. I want a Idol to have a hugely fabulous gay man as a winner. Yeah Clay is gay but he was not out and he is in no way fabulous.

But this season is in no way as good as last year. Last year there were a bunch of really talented kids and they had personalities and were memorable. I remember more about Brooke White than I do about Lil Rounds.

Cept Adam. Adam is the shiz and nitz. Not as shizzy or nitzzy as Cook, but I think he will go far.

And now two of my favorite original songs from David Cook. I am hearing that he is doing songs from his Axium and MWK days as well as Analog Heart on his tour. He really really really needs to come to the West Coast!

Makeover and Silver - David Cook Analog Heart.

From Russia With Angst

Don't get me wrong. I love the Russians. Nabakov, Tolstoy. Dostoyevsky. And of course Pasternak. Watching Dr. Zhivago on Ovation. The 2002 mini series with Keira Knightley. Not bad although I do miss Lara's Theme. But wow...perky much?!

I don't know how many of you are familiar with Dr. Z but pretty much it runs like this.

Boy watches Dad die due to Evil Family Lawyer. Boy grows up to be Doctor. Boy marries longtime friend (who happens to be the daughter of the family who raised him...hence step sister) but then meets Love of his Life while assisting with said love of his life mothers suicide attempt.

Love of Life is trapped in a sick relationship with her mother's former lover (ah hah! the suicide!) who just so happens to be the Evil Family Lawyer who lead Dr Z's dad to jump from a train...them Russians love offing themselves via train.

Much dramz commence with Lara and the Evil Lawyer and Lara's fiance (and soon to be Red Party Butcher) Pasha. Oh and Dr Z's foster mom croaks...consumption ya know.

Along comes a Russian Revolution and then that little old Russian Civil War. More dramz ensue. Fiance is presumed deaded but is not. Dr Z and Lara finally really meet and fall in love. Only to be tricked into separating by the evil ass Lawyer in a move that Cameron blatantly ripped in Titanic and I am kicking myself for not recognizing it. And then everyone pretty much is miserable with reunions happening a day too late (funeral anyone?) and then they all die.

Anna K makes Dr Z look like a Barney episode though. And yet, I love the Russians. Can't get enough of them. Outside of my personal favorite, English History, the only other that I have ever really been sparked by was Russia's. I'd love to go there one day. The churches alone are like a stepping into a dream. And I love their stories. They go balls to the wall. It's probably cause I am Greek and we go all out emotionally that I love that about their literature. In fact the only writers who I think can come as close to expressing the full range of human emotions without worrying about the niceties would be those in the Southern Gothic genre. Me thinks Flannery and Faulkner and Tennessee Williams.

And now that I have bored you all with my literary ramblings I leave you with Lara's Theme. I'd bet you know it..even if you don't know you know it. The video is lovely as well.

OH. MY. GAWD!!!!!

MUSE IS OPENING FOR U2 IN NEW YORK AND I CAN'T FUCKING GO.

Pondering prostitution as a side job now.

There's A Ringing In My Ear From When I Called You

I have shot my wad creatively speaking rather than semenally that is, over at MattMan's House of Bagwine.Good discussion going on in comments on the nature of God.

Let's see. Got a gloating phone call from Kidlet with a review of their fun filled day including food and Gerard Depardo's chauffer. Got my pasta on last night courtesy of a recipe ala Mama San. Watched Lost In Austen and loved it. Well the end annoyed me but we got a Hot Darcy and an even Hotter Bingley so that was fun. Then watched Castle cause I am fully hooked on that show.

Today I have more data entry, I am HOPING I finally get a meeting with marketing, I have a charity auction meeting this afternoon and then home where to laundry. I live the high life, I am tellin ya.

Speaking of Castle, this band had their song as the opening scene last night and I LOVE IT. I am pissy though cause much like Cage the Elephant I can't buy them in the States. Grr. Check them out, Two Hours Traffic with Jezebel.

Edit to add you can listen to this entire album at their website here and you can find the album Little Jabs at CD Baby.

Don't Bail On Me

At work. Bleh. Make up for yesterday's made rush to the doctors. Poor Kidlet was beat by the time I dropped her off. Plus she had a shot. Never fun. But she is all packed and ready to head to the San Fran on Sunday with her grandmother. Mom went shopping and treated all three of us to some uber cool Converse. Mom and I got The Dead ones and Kidlet got the Dark Side Of The Moon ones. They NEED to make a U2 shoe!






They are purdy, no?

So got oatmeal and just made a pot of coffee. Gonna go grind out a couple hours of data entry and try not to think about how far behind I am. I leave you with one of my all time favorite songs, evah.

I spent a year in the mouth of a whale
With a flame and a book of signs
You'll never know how hard I've failed
Trying to make up for lost time

Once I believed in things unseen
I was blinded by the dark
Out of the multitude to me
He came and broke my heart

When the dust in the field has flown
And the youngest of hearts has grown
And you doubt you will ever be free
Don't bail on me

River is wide and oh so deep
And it winds and winds around
I dream we're happy in my sleep
Floating down and down and down

And the tide rushes by where we stand
And the earth underneath turns to sand
And we're waiting for someone to see
Honey, Don't bail on me.

Tell ma I loved the man
Even though I turned and ran
Lovely and fine I could have been
Laying down in the palm of his hand
Laying down in the palm of his hand
Laying down in the palm of his hand
Staying down in the palm of his hand

In the morning you wait for the sun
And secretly hope it won't come
But time washes everyone clean
Buddy now, don't bail on me
Don't bail on me
Don't bail on me