So cheesy it takes a Z to spell it, by God! Stolen from wildbilltx. (Happy birthday tomorrow, BTW.) I'd never actually heard the song before; shame on me because I consider myself an 80's-music connoisseur. Anyway, this video - OK, live TV performance - is an absolute howl. Eat your hearts out, Village People....


The actual record is fairly bitchin', though. Listen:


You can hear the beginnings of the HiNRG (gay post-disco club) sound.

Frank informs me that Girth & Mirth Indianapolis positively will be hosting Convergence 2011. There was a movement within the ABC to take it away from us on a technicality, and have it somewhere with more tourist-trap appeal (e.g. San Francisco), but we have prevailed. Ego reasons to be happy about that are tempting, but most of all, I'm happy that we are helping gay Middle America assert itself. I mean, if we really want to be accepted by the mainstream, we should get better at blooming where we're planted, methinks. And there's more than enough things to do around here to fill up a weekend in between *ahem* hug parties (hello Shane Phoenix, *lol*).

Last night at the Founder's Day Banquet, Frank was re-elected President of G&M Indy, and announced that for health reasons, this will be his last term in that capacity. It is high time to pass the torch - what's left of the old guard is getting burnt out, physically and mentally. Let's face it, fat men of a certain age aren't made to do this forever. He's ready to have his personal life back, and I'm ready to have a meatspace life again. This will be a good occasion to set that in motion.

Said meatspace life will surely be different from the one I had when we bought this house, and I went into a sort of hibernation. In the Lover-Warrior-Magician-King model of a man's personal growth, I have been in the Magician phase. I have faced the death of the "lower self," and found that being is all the higher purpose I need. From that all else follows.

Happy early birthday to redhaski . I'll probably be AFK tomorrow.

o/` I'm a meeeeeezer... I'm a meeeeeezer... and I'm not what I appear to be.... o/`

You Are a Siamese Cat

You are a very communicative creature. You're eager to express yourself - and do so often. You are very dependent and love attention. You will complain if you are not getting enough affection. Even though you are very loving, you can seem aloof, unpredictable, and stubborn in relationships. A relationship with you takes a lot of patience.

I'm on a phonograph record. A piece of vinyl. I'm on several CD's, too, but by God, I've dreamed of being immortalized via ye olde spiral scratch since childhood.

No link so I can't be accused of spamming. I'll put one in my comments if you really want it.

Yoinked from a certain chav rabbit. NSFW language.

Quick, put something in the basket and hope no one notices. ;p

Seen at the Marsh grocery store at West 38th Street and I-465 in Indianapolis. The sign reads "1931 Ford Model A," which is the year the store was established.

No, this post has nothing to do with The Vagina Monologues. Eww, I said the V-word. *shudder - lol j/k*

My stereo Beatles box set finally arrived a few days ago, when I was too busy with boring RL stuff to post about it. I've got it ripped and synced to my jump drive for at-work listening next week. That new-disc smell, 16 CD's and a DVD strong, made my nipples hard. You're welcome.

I thought about buying the Pink Floyd box set Oh By the Way, but I'm glad I didn't before I listened to it - I don't like the remastering. The Piper at the Gates of Dawn is hiss-filtered so aggressively, it sounds like there are dropouts; the drums on The Wall are mushy where they used to be startlingly sharp; and Ummagumma and Atom Heart Mother remain too thin and quiet. My gold audiophile CD of Dark Side of the Moon is still better by a long shot.

The one pleasant surprise, mastering-wise, is Obscured By Clouds; it's got a lot of snap and presence. I always kind of glossed over it in their staggering body of work, but it's like Rubber Soul; it's full of hints of what was to come. Also, I don't remember thinking much of A Momentary Lapse of Reason when it came out, but it seems to have aged very well - whereas I thought The Final Cut was great back in the day, but sounds like just another dated, bitchy protest record now (with one notable exception: "The Gunner's Dream" ought to be required Veterans'/Remembrance Day listening).

EDIT: PS. Ministry's Houses of the Molé - now THAT'S a fuckin' protest album!

I don't watch Family Guy; in fact I haven't watched much TV since I was a teenager (and that was a long time ago).  But badboybunny stuck up a link to this, and I just have to share.  Funny stuff.  NSFW language, though.

This question again?  All right, I've said it before and I'll say it again...

*BAMF!*

Happy Veterans' Day, and happy birthday to anonanmoose and grimal

It's funny; Tuesday is the hardest day for me to get up and get going.  Mondays I'm just in auto-pilot, and kind of stunned.

My favorite thing about weekends is not feeling pressed for time.  When I get off work, I've got stuff to do and a finite amount of time to do it in before I have to go to bed.  That's irritating to me.

The thing I dread the most about work is getting up in the morning to go.  I'm a night person.

An update to a previous post, possibly only interesting to fellow sufferers of Beatles OCD:

Yesterday I was puttering around on Wikipedia and I found an explanation for why "I Am the Walrus" goes to 'fake stereo' halfway through.  Not what I thought at all, and it makes the mixing even more impressive.  I also thought it was interesting that the background singers were the Mike Sammes Singers, who are all over the Disney records I had when I was a kid.

PS.  My stereo box is on its way.  It will be here today if the pattern holds (of Amazon shipments taking 2 days).

EDIT:  The pattern didn't hold.  It's still in transit according to the Postal Service.

I'd quit my boring-ass job and sing for a living.

...the $1 store sells pregnancy tests in the checkout line.

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I spent my Halloween - from when I got out of bed until I went back there - wrestling with this computer, installing Windows 7 Pro.  It turned out I couldn't upgrade from Vista Home to 7 Pro without doing a clean install, like with XP.  GRRR.  And I'm not done reinstalling everything yet, either, but at least I can get online in my accustomed way, and my music library is loaded.  Gotta have priorities, ya know.

We didn't have any trick-or-treaters, and I didn't expect any, having left the front porch light off (and being the token gay couple on the block), but we did have some candy if it came to that, from some post-holiday clearance or other.

Boy, did I have a buttload of posts here and on FurAffinity to plow through when I did get back online!  I do at least skim everything here but I only looked at a journal or two on FA and nuked the rest.  Sorry.

I just wasn't feeling the Halloween spirit this year.  Even before Frank went to the hospital, I wasn't looking forward to the parties, and I didn't want to dress up.  Halloween is like the cereal aisle in the grocery store.  When I was a kid, it was THE SHIT.  Now it's just a chore.

The album I was looking most forward to hearing the mono mix of, the "White Album," turned out to be the most evenly divided with the stereo mix for definitive versions.  But I wouldn't call it disappointing, because it was a lot of fun to compare them.  For example, I loved Paul's harmony part on "I'm So Tired,"  but missed the cavernous reverb on "Long, Long, Long."

As for Mono Masters, I particularly enjoyed the mono mix of "Hey Jude" - the orchestra is a lot clearer - and the previously unreleased mono versions of the four tracks unique to Yellow Submarine (which were mixed for a proposed EP that never happened).  I never did care for the 'fake stereo' on "Only a Northern Song," which otherwise is a favorite of mine, and "It's All Too Much" is a lot crisper-sounding too.  I was disappointed that they didn't use the 1993 digital transfer, done especially for the CD issue of the "Red Album" (aka 1962-1966), of "She Loves You" - the edit right before the words "pride can hurt you too" is much less obtrusive.

I guess Entertainment Weekly magazine was right - the mono box is best enjoyed by the anal-retentive, but they will enjoy the hell out of it.  I know I did.

I thought this was especially well-put-together. Turn up the sound.

Yes.