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Friday, September 24, 2010
5:06PM - Dreamers on the What Now?
My dream from the night before:
Bette Davis and Joan Crawford were acting out alternate endings to "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?" each one creepier and more psychologically disturbing than the last. The dream finally ended with them (still in character) deciding to team up and go after me. After much running and screaming on my part and tag-team terror on theirs, I manage to get away.
My dream from last night:
After wandering around settings that looked suspiciously like the picture books featured in "Professor Layton and the Unwound Future," I park myself down in a fabric/hobby/craft store in which a lady I used to work with and a teacher I haven't had, but often see at school (who I seemed to have worked with according to the dream) try to convince me to start working at this fictional fabric/hobby/craft thing because I was a good worker. After accidently stealing some candy, I find out that the fabric/hobby/craft store also has CDs and old documentaries and so I turn one on while I wait for my mother to do something.
Here's where it gets weird, the documentary starts out with Dailey & Vincent talking about the Beatles and how strongly they feel about George Harrison. The video then cuts to the Beatles (about HELP! era) who are talking about Dailey & Vincent's comments. Right in the middle of the conversation, John Stewart, in his Kingston Trio days, enters the shot from the left carrying his banjo. He passes the first three Beatles over to John Lennon who is standing on the far right. There, he stops and starts caressing Lennon's face. The conversation doesn't pause a beat through out this. Finally, Stewart pats Lennon's face affectionately and leaves.
When I woke up I found myself making a mental note to seek out this documentary. It's with a heavy heart that I inform you that this never happened anywhere but in my dream world.
Only one of these dreams was prompted by my use of Tylenol PM, the other one I can't blame on anything. I'm kind of afraid of my own mind at this point.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
11:19PM - Uh...X-Files Slash Anyone?
Apparently, after writing that MST for Blondiepuss, God has to uncork my creativity to let the juices start flowing again...
Though after a statement like that, He's likely going to stop me up again so that I'll never use that metaphor again.
Until then, I'd like to put forth this thingy I wrote today.
Title: Medley (Love Me Tender, Is That All There Is, Flesh and Blood)
Rating: PG, unless you're freaked about a smooch and the implication of nude men in a bed, if so why the hell are you reading this journal?
Disclamer: This never happened, I own nothing, I hate Elvis.
Author's Note: I've had this idea on the back burner for a while, but didn't put it to paper until Blondiepuss demanded that something come of it (no pun intended). This is my first bit of slash in a while and I'm actually kind of proud of it. But because I have no clue about the quality of my writing (or whether there are any X-Files fans out there) I'd appreciate feedback if you read this.
Spoiler: Wow, I've never had to do this part before, but--in the unlikely event that there are a few X-Files fans out there in internet land--there is a small spoiler for "Vienen" which is an awsome episode.
( MedleyCollapse )
Friday, September 17, 2010
Yes, my dear Blondiepuss, I've finally got it done.
Warning: Within this you find weird stuff involving Dailey & Vincent and a several random characters (Servo refused to leave me alone). Also note that, while there is no slash, there are a couple instances of manly hugging and me teasing Jamie's, uh, masculinity. I think I that's all, so without further ado:
Pup: Well, it's good to be back in beautiful, uh...
DS: You have no idea how to greet readers after a two year hiatus, do you?
Pup: Well, now that you've said that I don't have to, do I?
DS: You might want to explain what you're doing.
Pup: Really? I thought I'd leave a wake of confusion and hysteria this time.
Schnappi: I thought you did that every time.
DS: Good one.
Schnappi: I thought so.
Pup: For those who don't know, Schnappi is my new iPod. He is the replacement of the old one who died a semi-natural death.
Everyone but Pup: *takes off hats and places them over hearts*
Pup: Now that that's out of the way, I think we should move on to the purpose of this MST-without-the-fic.
DS: Are you trying to get back into habit of writing?
Schnappi: Are you trying to hone your—and I use the term loosely—comedic chops?
DS: So, why?
Pup: I've been commissioned to do a Dailey & Vincent MST.
DS: *turns a whiter shade of pale* You're slashing Dailey & Vincent?
Pup: What? No. *in a small voice* At least not right now. *normal voice* I'm going to use their songs.
DS: I don't know whether to cry or laugh so hysterically, I should be committed.
( Schnappi Presents: The Book of Job (or, Wow, Pup Actually Got Something Done)Collapse )
Saturday, June 5, 2010
2:09PM - When You Are Sixty-Five
As a slight change of pace, I have decided to celebrate the birthday of my favorite bald, blue-eyed Statler by showing off my poetic chops. Originally, I was going to post the lyrics to DS's beautiful song "When You Are Sixty-Five" (hense the header for this post), but instead I'm gonna share with you two poems I wrote in the Statlers'/his honor within the past year or so.
Here goes nothing:
( A Note to a HeroCollapse )
( The Fifth Day of JuneCollapse )
Thursday, May 27, 2010
I found out earlier today that Browny, the dog I've had for fourteen and a half years probably has a cancerous tumor in her leg. One that,if it is cancerous (they haven't gotten the results back, but the vet didn't like what he saw, when he went in to get whatever it was they needed to do a biopsy) isn't really treatable because it's in the muscle and the aggressive treatments and possible amputation would probably kill an old dog like Browny quicker than letting it run its course.
All this for the dog we've always joked about being "Too Mean to Die."
So, please humor me and watch the Statler Brothers dress in cowboy outfits and flail spastically when they pretend to get shot.
And pray for my Boo Dog if you're into that kind of thing, and if not just hope (for my sake) that I won't get too thrown out wack by all this.
Monday, March 8, 2010
A sort of trailer for the Gaither-Statler Video I mentioned in an earlier post. Harold is still goin' strong, and DS is growing his beard back.
Slick move, Gaither. Ending the video with one of your tunes.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
2:35PM - My Cup Runneth Over
Wow, two Statler related posts in two days...I don't know whether to be scared or proud.
While, I'm trying to decide, why don't yall mosey over to the website of one Don Reid. On his blog, he speaks of a Gaither video coming out in which the Statler Brothers (yes, all four of them) will be interview by Bill Gaither and during the video there will be scatterings of the gospel songs from their TV show (in they're entirety!). This will likely be coming out in spring or summer of...wait for it...This Year!
Also, he speaks of the Dailey & Vincent CD and Grandstaff's new identity as Wilson Fairchild (which still sounds like the name of a fussy art critic to me, but who am I to get in the way of personal prgress, especially when it results in a new album).
Oh wait, it looks like I forgot to mention that the release of DS' novel has been announced...October 1 of...wait for it...This Flipping Year!
More here: http://blog.donreid.net/?p=43
Yeah, I pretty much regressed to the eleven-year-old fangirl I once was. It's just as well consdiering how often I've felt like an eleven-year-old fanboy (Indiana Jones,Star Wars, and Weird Al will do that to ya).
Monday, February 1, 2010
7:36PM - No There's Never Been A Band That Could Make Me Weak Inside Like The Statlers When They Tried
But I'll be damned if Dailey & Vincent aren't getting close.
Yes, my friends. I managed to convince the Parental units into eating at the Cracked Barrel and spring for the "Dailey & Vincent Sing the Statler Brothers" CD.
Sorry Blondie, I might have let your scandalous attraction for Joe slip. Actually, scratch that, I'm not sorry in the least.
I was a little bit worried that they might not have the CD (it being the first day and all, what if they didn't get the CDs because of all the snow we'd been having?). But being the superstitious twit that I am, I knew all was well when the first song played on the ippid while waiting was "Nobody Wants to Be Country" by the Statlers.
Fast forward to when I got home. I go to the bathroom while waiting for the CD to download onto the computer (yes, this is going somewhere). I won't go into too much detail about my toilet habits, but when I picked up one of my mom's quilting mags and turn to the first page, what do I see?
"The Statler Advantage" and "The Magic of Statler" in big letters. I kid you not, apparently it's some kind of quilting machine. To make matters worse/better, I turn the page again and see roses. A rose quilt...for your bed perhaps?
I've got no clever end for this entry, I'll just quietly admit to tearing up during "Thank You World" and continue listening to "Susan When She Tried."
Friday, December 25, 2009
2:09PM - A Happy Life Day to All
And may you laugh even though the heading is a reference to the Star Wars Holiday Special.
This was supposed to be a Christmas gift to my dear friend, but I'm trying to hold my title as "Worst Best Friend Ever" (no Dr. House doesn't count since he's not real). Anyway due to circumstancess beyond my control (the fact that I had another MST3K Secret Santa thing and my own brand of laziness) I never managed to write her a really decent fic.
But (and who doesn't like a nice but now and then?) I have brought a note explaining why I don't have any fic. I'm sure you will find it sufficient for your records.
( To Blondie, May the Devil Suck Out Your Soul with a Bendy Straw. Love PupCollapse )
Monday, December 21, 2009
3:04PM - I Love Stupid
I've said it once and I'll say it again, there is no way for me to say "I saw a gay kiss between two Barenaked Ladies" without sounding gay.
But that's what America's all about: the fight for homoeroticism for one and all.
That or waffles. I can never remember.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Yes, I would take off my pants for Mark Hamill...
That didn't sound right did it?
"Comic Book: The Movie" means approx. 107 minutes of me going "Awww..." and "It's my Baby" and "It's funny 'cause it's true."
This is really not a review of the movie, since I first watched it multiple, multiple months ago and loved it then. The reason I feel the need to do this goofy fangirl post is because today is the first day I watched the movie with the commentary track--I don't have a life so I cross-stitch while watching stupid movies, just be glad this isn't a post about Indiana Jones, Eddie Izzard, and the "Twilight Zone"...*Rod Serling voice* Picture if you will, an executive transvestite meeting a heroic archeologist...
Sorry, I got distracted. Where was I?
( Documentary Format Unencumbered By FactsCollapse )
Saturday, October 24, 2009
And with that horrible attempt at a pun, I offer you this advice:
You should probably stop looking at Star Wars pictures when you realize how phallic Luke's lightsabor looks.
Anyone surprised that that didn't stop me?
Oh, and while listening to Barenaked Ladies' "Be My Yoko Ono" I came across this picture:
The exact moment I saw this, the line in the song went "Isn't it beautiful see two people so much in love."
Somewhere up there, God is laughing His oh-so-Holy ass off at me.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Will give Pup a hyperactive laugh loud enough to wake every living--and some not so living--creature in the house.
Reasons to watch this video:
It's the Statler Brothers
It's a great song
It's a funny video
DS looks good
Jimmy looks good
Phil is dressed as Indiana Jones
Jimmy is dressed as a stereotypical Japanese tourist (I'm guessing it's the short factor)
DS is dressed like a man from the Middle East (I'm guessing it's the beard factor)
It's always entertaining to watch the boys get blown off by pretty girls (nothing dirty was meant in that sentense)
Damn it, Watch the Video!
That is all.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
7:14PM - Surreal...
Apparenlty when buying CDs, Weird Al plus the Oak Ridge Boys equals a very confused cashier.
Friday, September 25, 2009
6:30PM - Happy Birthday to Baby Boy
Happy birthday to Mark Hamill (he who has earned the dubious honors of typecasting and given a nickname from yours truely).
Here's hoping your past couple of weeks have been better than mine, Baby Boy.
Again, happy birthday. May you stick around for a little while longer...at least until you start to look old enough that I don't feel guilty for all those times I've gazed upon you with lust in my eyes and my...
Well you get the point.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Mary Travers of Peter, Paul, & Mary is dead.
I'm actually crying right now.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Somebody has posted the video to the Statler Brothers song "What We Love to Do" (written by Harold and Don's sons Wil and Langdon, respectively).
I demand that all who are smart enough to know why I'm jumping up in down on the recliner go and watch it. You won't be disapointed, we get to see them be all silly--no, really the Statler Brothers silly--and best of all...
DS PLAYS THE GUITAR!!!
Yeah, the cats were all anxious enough since my parents have been gone for the past three days, my high pitch, girly squeals of excitement aren't doing them any favors.
Please excuse me while I try to calm down and comfort the buff sexy man (not DS, our cat Alex, he's not good with change)
Friday, August 21, 2009
Or would a spanking be better?
A quick 70th Happy Birthday to Harold Reid, bass singer of the Statler Brothers and writer of the wonderful "Bed of Rose's" (my favorite song of all time; the header is a direct quote to Harold's brother Don from famed Kris Kristofferson once he found out that Harold was the writer of "Bed of Rose's")
Again, Happy Birthday, Harold. Sorry I missed you last year, but I missed Phil (August 8th) this year and well, couldn't forget you again. You're catching up to him.
Monday, August 17, 2009
But if it really bothers you, get help.
Anyway, Here's "Five Questions" Meme thing that I've participated in.
Asked by aguafiestas
1) Since you've got me thinking about it, favorite member of CMT?
CMT stands for Chad Mitchell Trio, for those of you who didn't know. Honestly, I'm not as into the Chad Mitchell Trio to really know much about any of the members, but Joe Frazier had--in my opinion--the best voice.
2) What's your favorite song with the word "blues" in the title?
Oh, tough one. I think I'm gonna go with "1952 Dear John Honky Tonk Blues" by the Statler Brothers.
3) What's the last thing you illegally downloaded?
This is embarassing. Two Weird Al songs about Star Wars: "Yoda" and "The Saga Begins."
4) Which language(s) are you studying/do you want to study?
My grasp on English language is shakey enough as it is--southern dialect plus dyslexia equals "fun" for everyone. But, I' somewhat fluent in Dylan, does that count?
5) Who's your daddy?
An engineer with interesting obsession with aardvarks and Mr Excell.
And now Zee Meme
1. Leave me a comment saying anything random, like your favourite lyric to your current favourite song.
2. I respond by asking you five questions so I can get to know you better.
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanations and offer to ask someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be asked, you will ask them five questions.
Don't be shy now.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
7:01PM - And the Saga Begins...
You know, my current fixation on "Weird Al" Yankovic is reaching a disturbing level.
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