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| Well, Mum had bought tickets to see Creedence Clearwater Revisited a week or two ago. Today was the day. Mum learned that the venue was just a temporary set-up rather than an actual place.
First up were Williams and Ree (or The Indian and The White Guy). They were comedians/musicians and were plenty funny (and quite a long ways from politically correct, meaning the jokes seemed funnier since they had no boundary lines). They were probably one of the few people I could deal with in the sparkling department, since I think I saw one of those jackets at my great-grandma's house in Arizona once. One of the two, Williams (aka The White Guy), ended up rekindling my love for bass guitars (mainly due to his refusal to play the right music... at least for a while). Their car segment was funny though.
Pinto: mean Please Install New Transmission Often.
Then, CCR took the stage. They played the usual songs one would expect from a Creedence Clearwater band: Born on the Bayou, Bad Moon Rising, Proud Mary, Susie Q, Travelin' Band. They played more, but I couldn't tell you what they were. Probably would've picked up on the names had I not been staring at the guitarist. Tal Morris is his name. The post-gig hug he gave to the lead singer (John Tristao) didn't help my poor slash-warped mind any, but it did give me plenty of nice daydreams for the ride home.
There were some fireworks when the music was done. Some of which Mom and Nana indirectly paid for, given how much money they tend to lose there.
As for CCR (in all it's forms), they have a new fan. | |
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| I've had a slight opinion change of Miley Cyrus. It is a minor one and I'm not an obsessive fan (Hell, I'm not even a minor fan). On her Twitter page, when responding to a question about same-sex marriage, Cyrus said:
"I am a Christian and I love you - gay or not - because you are no different than anyone else! We are all God's children and everyone should be happy."
At that point, I smiled, thinking that maybe there is some hope for the world. After all, Hannah Montana is an idol for a lot of young girls (or at least she was the last time I checked). Maybe they will see this and grow into slightly more tolerant human beings and give me reason to wish I didn't have to pretend I'm not with them. And then I read the rest of the Wikipedia article.
Apparently, the AFA or "American Family Association" (notice the sarcastic quotation marks) was upset by this, because her desire for people to be happy in life (so long as they don't hurt anyone else) didn't line up with their views on what is appropriate. Their statement to this was:
"Clearly she is confused and does not understand the Bible. Please pray for the Lord to open her eyes to the truth."
That angered me to no end. Then I remembered that this is the AFA. They've been stupid for as long as I can remember, striving to turn America back the way it was in the "Fictional Forties and Fifties". They are prejudiced, middle-class morons. Simple as that.
'kay... I'm done. Going to watch Tales From The Crypt. | |
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| Dom DeLuise, Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson, Ed McMahon, all dead within the recent months. Now another has joined them.
Billy Mays. Found dead in his Florida home at the age of 50 at 7:45 Sunday morning.
You remember Billy Mays, the guy screaming about the benefits of Oxiclean or Orange Glo, while you watch, either hyped up by his screaming enthusiasm or annoyed by it.
I feel like I've lost an old friend due to the fact that he seemed to be on TV all the time when I was little. I didn't really care what he was selling, but with his beard, he kind of reminded me of my grandpa.
I'm going to look through that one online shop I found earlier. That Black Phoenix Trading Post one... See ya. | |
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For me, it's the lack of worry. When I was a kid, all I really worried about was missing my favorite tv shows and sweet-talking Daddy into taking me to that little pizza place for a couple slices of pepperoni. Now, it's the unrelenting grind of high school hell (where the strain gets to the point where you're three OMG!s away from screaming at everyone to shut the fuck up, strip naked and streak through the halls laughing like a maniac) and the upcoming shadow called a driver's permit (still don't have one) and a day job. As a kid, I had it easy... at least up until my Aunt Deana died. Then, to quote Yahtzee, tits went inevitably up. My family fell to pieces, my uncle did something stupid that he will forever have to deal with (although unless the memories are false, it wasn't the first time), and things were, for lack of a better phrase, fucked up. Okay... I'm done here... | |
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| You'd think I'd keep them all in one notebook... Oh well, again, this is TF2 related. I titled it "Thoughts of a Spy", and it's Spy/Sniper...again. It's decidedly less romantic (and less rhyming) than my last one, though. Decided to post it to forget the spider that crawled down my leg. Here it is. ( Watch your back. Spy around here.... ) | |
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| Yeah. I found this in one of my many notebooks. And have decided to post it here. It was originally written from RED Spy's POV and directed at BLU Sniper (thanks to Cuanta Vida, I love that pairing now). Here it is... ( This cut is totally not a Spy.... ) | |
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| Okay. I'm finally posting this freakin' thing. It's given me enough guilt. I feel horrible cause I feel like I made Ken sound like a psychotic teenager, as well as overusing a few words. In an attempt to remember my mindset, I'm guessing I wanted to make him sound like he was coming unglued. You can thank whoever wrote him into San Andreas. Oh well... here it is. ( I stil don't know what I was thiking when I wrote this... ) | |
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| I'm still trying to figure out if this was another case of fandom melding or a legitimate thought.
I fell asleep after watching the Psychonauts walkthrough for the zillionth time and listening to that one song by Jack Jonson, "Constellations". The dream that followed involved the song and a cutesy Raz/Bobby scene that I'll eventually find a way to write into a fanfic.
Is this just Mitch/Dane bleeding into Psychonauts like a gel pen into a piece of paper? I have no idea.... | |
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