Monthly Archives: May 2012

Another Beastly Evening – and you can join in live!

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Okay I don’t do this often: that is, promote my hubby’s DJ career. But tonight he’s got another special show that I think at least one of you might be interested in.

Tonight, in about an hour and a half, iDJ will be playing live on the Internet his Beastie Boys special in honour of MCA. Ever wonder where they got all those samples? DJ dcass knows and is sharing tonight. It won’t be all rap and hip hop, or whatever category the Boys fell into (I can’t even say for sure, not being the expert), I promise. It could be very interesting and even open your eyes to the wealth and range of music that the Beastie Boys appreciated and loved enough to use to create new music.

So here’s the info:

s o u l s h e n a n i g a n s
DJ set live on:

http://www.radio23.org/ Channel A
http://www.errorfm.com/ Live Channel

this 10th May 2012
PST: 12-2pm EST: 3-5pm GMT: 8-10pm
“playing funkpunksoul’n’such”

This week: Nothing but Beastie Boys Samples in honor of MCA

If you visit, feel free to send him a message and tell him who sent ya! Thanks.

Something else Completely Different.

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I didn’t expect to have another ‘what the hell IS that?’ photo a week after my first one. But we had a mini adventure in the Mini today and I found this along the way – now, what IS it?

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I love you, random Google visitor.

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I never talk about how people find my blog, despite how frikkin’ funny and/or disturbing some of the searches are. That changes today – this one hit me just right and I laughed with abandon, never mind the sleeping hungover husband.

“i got my cat from the spca they said she was fixed & chipped but now she’s got boobs”

Hahahahahahahahhaha! Oh, I’m so sorry, random Googler – I’m not totally laughing at you. It’s just…when did I ever talk about cat boobs? I’m positive I’ve used every one of those words on my blog, but never in that particular order… Also: have kitty-titties become an issue for people when I wasn’t looking?

Right, so: I’m probably still a bit drunk, so I’m gonna let the dog out and then go lie down for a little longer. But I don’t think I can go without telling Random Googler this: your cat is FAT. Those aren’t boobs. Ease up on the chow, she’ll be fine – or even better, play with her more. Cuz I just can’t see anyone selling an 8-cup support bra anytime soon.

Lokii is four today!

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Today is little Lokii’s fourth birthday! So here’s some baby photos of him.

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In June 2008, we went to the breeder to pick a kitten out of the five she had. Two were boys, and I wanted a boy. One in particular was more adventurous than his siblings and I picked him. He’s so tiny! Fits in the palm of my hand.

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That’s him front and centre, being brave and curious and getting closest to the strange skritchy noise I was making on the cushions.
Of course he was still too young to take home – we had to wait until August! But I was glad we found our boy and I was excited to be having a Siamese coming back into my life soon.

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A terrible photo the breeder emailed us a few weeks later! Crazy bat-eared kitty.

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First day home cuddling with his new Daddy! So small! He’s always been a bit of a daddy’s boy, too.

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Small enough to fit in a 8-pack beer box! Yes, I drink this crap on occasion.

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Playing in the paper that had covered a care package from Socks 🙂

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All giant nose and big ears back then, and already evidencing his typical, slightly-bewildered expression. He’s a bit goofy and not very mechanical, for a Siamese, but I loves the little guy to bits.

I’ll be having a Beastly evening

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Hubby is in his own little world at the moment. One of his idols, MCA from the Beastie Boys, has died of cancer at just 47. The Beastie Boys are one of iDJ’s all-time favourites, and he’s understandably upset.

I can’t really speak for how much BB has meant to hubby over the years, but I do know that whenever he is getting ready to go out and is getting ‘psyched up’ while dressing, he loves him some Beastie as it makes him so very happy. I can always tell what kind of mood he is in by what he chooses to play while picking just the right pair of sneakers.

I remember when ‘Fight for Your Right (to Party)’ made it on to MTV. I didn’t like it. I resented the idea that rap and metal could be liked by the same person. Then Anthrax jumped on the rap/metal bandwagon and really, really annoyed me. I’ve always associated The Beastie Boys with the early 80’s and the first change in current music that I didn’t care for.

According to iDJ, The BB’s hate ‘Fight…’ and refuse – I guess now that is refused – to play it. “It was a piss-take,” he said to me just this week. “They hated that it was that song that made them popular.”

After iDJ and I met (online) and I learned of his love for The Boys, I tried to like them on his behalf. I know that at least twice I was driving and ‘Savatage’ came on the radio. I cranked it up instead of changing the station, and it was fun when loud and of course reminded me of my crazy Irishman who was even whiter than the Beastie Boys but loved rap.

Hubby sounded so sad when he said, ‘So, no more of that, then.’ I can’t imagine how that must feel – like me losing Tori Amos, maybe.

So, my evening will be soundtracked by The Beastie Boys, at high volume. Just this once, I won’t complain.

Now for something completely different…

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My friend over at Lifelong Photo Exposure does a post now and again (never often enough! hint hint) called Puzzle Wednesday. I thought I might steal the idea just this once and see if you can tell what this is!

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The ‘Human Sacrifice’ Bit

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So, I could have died last week. It wasn’t close, really – but it could have been, if I were as bad of a driver as my opponent.

Here’s the scene, as photographed the next day. This is the road I take to work every day, which is now a drive forever ruined by having to watch for a particular shitty grey station wagon…

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Nice and big, and brighter that it was in reality as it was yet another grey morning.

See the cross road?

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That’s where it leads – hard to see with all the vegetation. Like how I drew a yellow line, as if that road actually has any lines at all?

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My attention was caught by a little grey station wagon rolling toward the intersection from the left. They weren’t really coming fast. I just had a feeling. But still, plenty of time for them to slow down before the intersection. But I kept my eye on them just in case.

They didn’t slow down. At all. Well, maybe a little bit, before they turned left on to the main road right in front of me. I was considerably closer by now – because I was doing 70 FUCKING MILES AN HOUR DOWNHILL. That’s about 100 FUCKING KPH DOWNHILL for my European readers. My little grey nemesis was doing about 20MPH.

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X marks the spot where I was 100% sure they were not looking or stopping and I had to slam on the brakes. Not much time, but if I hadn’t been watching the little fucker I’d now be part of a Mini-sandwich.

My instinct wasn’t to hit the horn; my hands were busy making sure I didn’t lose control. A horn would have been too little too late at any rate. So, my massive ire had to be redirected into making it dammed clear that I was passing her – by now, I was close enough to know it was a her, with a him in the passenger seat – at the earliest opportunity. Which as predicted by that ‘bendy road ahead’ sign, wasn’t going to be right away. She made it worse by not even doing the speed limit or even trying to go faster to make up for slowing me down so much. Grrrrrrrr.

Until, of course, the way was clear for me to pass and THEN SHE SPEEDS UP. Just so my angry glaring face would be only a blur as I sped past mouthing insults at her, her car, her man friend, her ancestors and her children.

Then she slowed soooo far down that I could barely see her car behind me as she stopped in the middle of the road to DROP HER KID OFF FOR SCHOOL.

It almost would have been worth the wreck if I could have lived but taken out her whole gene pool.