Aww! I’m so over the moon happy that one of my blog friends took the time to spread the word! Thank you SO much!
Originally posted on Ms. D. Ranged In AZ:
If you’re looking for good music that you won’t hear on the radio, particularly won’t hear on the vapid radio we get in the U.S., I highly recommend you check out the “funkpunksoul’n'such” of Soul Shenanigans. You can hear them live every Thursday PST 12-2 pm (GMT 8-10 pm) at http://www.radio23.org/ or http://www.errorfm.com/ or explore previous podcasts over at http://soulshenanigans.podomatic.com/. You can also find them on Facebook (www.facebook.com/soulshenanigans) and on Twitter (@soulshenanigans).
Podcasts are recorded in County Mayo, Ireland (hence the GMT for those of you on the other side of the pond) and the DJ is the hubby of a fellow blogger and my friend http://heretherebespiders.com/. You don’t get a lot of talk (hardly any, really) but you will get an excellent variety of music. Every podcast has a theme of sorts like “Indie Garage World RAWK Grooves” and they have a playlist so if you really like something it’s easy to find out what it is.
Since I sit in a chair all day long and tap away at a keyboard such excellent music help keep the boredom at bay. So run over there, give them a listen and enjoy.
Just in case my two time zones confuzzled anyone! See previous post for links
My one-year blogsversarry has come and gone. I wanted to write something fun, and funny, and I cannot. That’s why I haven’t posted a thing lately.
I’ve lost my funny.
I’ve lost my funny, and I’ve lost my art, and my words. All the things that brought us together via the blog.
All I have left at the moment are the cats.
Maybe it’s the epic book-journey I’ve been on, reading the Song of Ice and Fire books. (OMG the author looks like my dad!) I’m only on book four, and it’s been over a week. Or two? These are long books, so far every one over 800 pages hardback according to Wiki (I have digital versions so can’t be sure of a page count). I’m happy to have a place to go, and crave that world when I am away too long, but perhaps this level of escape is not the best for me?
However I think I know deep down what is bothering me. And it is an unsolvable problem, which bothers me more and makes it harder.
I read just a few of my early posts: just one or two, and I seem so different. Financially strapped, physically broken… but I was writing. Even just to hear myself speak, I was writing. And then I was drawing! A new format that excited me and opened new worlds and ideas.
And then I got a job and all that went away. Poof! And now instead of dreams that feed my creativity, I dream of computers and emails and Things I Forgot To Get Done. I wake and think of these things instead of marvelling at the strange song that was in my head.
So. I want to say a lot of things, but right now, I’m just a bit dark. I want to bitch about work but It Isn’t Safe. If I put up a password protected post, would anyone read it? Who really wants to hear me moan? I don’t even really bitch to iDJ as there is nothing he can do – and as a man, he would want to fix it. He’s just as trapped as I am, so other than leaving with a sigh and coming home somber or cranky, I don’t say anything.
I’m burnt to a crisp, but unlike my Irish brethren it actually suits me… I know that tonight/tomorrow my country will be filled with lobster-red uncomfortable people. Hehehehehh. Me? I’m done to a turn nicely. Yet another good Irish term…
I had my MRI today! Man, I’ve been through a few but maybe I blocked the memory or sommat… In any case, I was fully aware that I could not sit up, move my arms , or even open my eyes because seeing the ceiling of my prison was too scary… I’m usually only claustrophobic in crowds, but daaaaam, that’s a tight fit.
But again – because it was and is a nice warm day (despite the wind) I dressed in next to nothing, for me… A way-too-tight/small sports bra, a tank top (known as a vest here for reasons unknown to me) and best of all, a spandex ‘skorts’ thingamajig that Socks sent to me years ago.
Yep, I’m 40, and chubby… But half the battle is being confident, right? I looked awesome for an old fat chick. And! I actually made an effort and shaved me legs, woot… AND! Painted my toenails. I promise you, this is 100% a shot of me feets, right now!
What do you all think about Twitter? I’ve apparently had an account since 2009 but never used it… But I do have a lot of short, random ideas that aren’t worth a full blog post, but are toounwieldy for a FB update… who uses Twitter? Do you like it? Should I bother? I’m only tempted now because Betty White is on twitter and she is just the bomb…
I knew they were bad, but not THIS bad!
Originally posted on dogdaz:
The Police, King of Pain.
I’ve not had one of these in a while! I mean by that a truly random earworm of a song I’ve not heard in a long time. My guess for having ‘I’ll always be (the) king of pain’ repeating in my head is I because don’t feel so spiffy today…