Between real life and fake life, I have been exceedingly scatter brained. My bright orange debit card has committed suicide in the chaos of my bedroom. Nightmares and night terrors have missed me, so they’ve come to call for a bit.
So, without further ado:
The caption is funny, but that is actually disgusting. Good life decisions right there.
Everything is comin’ up Milhouse! And I mean, *everything*.
This is actually what I spend most of my time doing while I’m escaping from the real world.
They made a gif out my little girl! D’awwww
Because, why the fuck not?
The gifs work, just give them a minute. My favorite has to be that dancing otter in the upper right hand corner. In other news, I should get cracking on spring time projects like yard work or car washing or spring cleaning. Didn’t I have some sort of to do list at one point in my life? It’s the end of May. And as I think of all the things I’m not doing, I keep seeing that stupid cat gif shaking his head at me. Nice.
From time to time, even when I’m on a decent sleep schedule, insomnia comes and cuddles up with me for a few nights. In these late nights, I turn to video games and computer time, both of which are pretty awful in combating sleeplessness. One thing that does work for me is music—too bad it’s all on my computer. I kind of fail at this game.
So, since it’s 3:30 AM, I find myself listening to Roger Clyne. Sometimes in life, you get so lucky. You’re in the right place at the right time for once. The opportunity to hear someone make music that appeals to you is wonderful, but to have the music ebb and flow and grow with you over years and years turns the lyrics and the rhythms into a part of your soul.
And I wonder where I’ll be in a year I’ll probably be sittin’ right here But if you know the answer, don’t tell me anyone Cause I don’t wanna know
“Don’t Wanna Know”
There ain’t no moral to this story at all Anything I tell you very well could be a lie I’ve been away from the living, I don’t need to be forgiven I’m just waiting for that cold black soul of mine To come alive
“Nada”
And then college happened and so many things fell apart and grew out of the wreckage.
Well I’ve traveled, and I’ve seen the things I build, working Workin’ to bring me down And I may be thirsty now And I will go beyond this thirst And my tears I cry for you will all go dry So I lay down on the floor, turn on my radio Come on River Otis make me cry
“Tributary Otis”
Even as the songs take on more of a Southwestern sound I love them so much (I refuse to classify it as country music!). I might have mentioned it before but all the songs I sang to my children were Roger Clyne songs. They’re the only songs I know all the way through, and it annoyed me when I’d trip over lullaby lyrics. Hold your baby and sing songs about death and love? Well this explains so much.
When the candle’s burnin’ down, when midnight comes around You know the best that we can hope for Is to be laughin’ when we finally hit the ground
“Sin Nombre”
Oooh, la salvadora, oh, sweet catastrophe Oh, siren song, the captain says there’s nothing wrong as I Dash my ship upon your shore, a mad, drunk, and reckless troubadour I’m outside here hollerin’ at your door, begging you for more of you
“Beautiful Disaster”
It’s more than just the lyrics or the music. Listen to his voice. His passion and emotion resonates. There have been songs that have made me cry but when Roger Clyne sings, he makes me weep.
There’s bones on the beach and there’s ashes in the jar Ghosts in the air laughin’ at fools at the bar And somewhere inside this river don’t run to the sea no more Life is cheap here and death is rich And he finally got you, lucky son of a bitch And if I could do it again I’d cry loud at your hospital bed
“Ashes of San Miguel”
My favorite song is probably Green and Dumb. Haven’t you ever heard a song and wished someone would sing to you? That someone, at the very least, thought that way about you? Please say yes, I can’t be the only one. This live version gives me the feels:
Daisies stand up on their tip-toes
Clouds tumble over themselves in the sky
And all the pretty horses come runnin’ to her
And even the dust devils pray
That they’ll catch her eye
I haunt her house from the outside
I watch her bake cornbread and talk on the phone
And the wireless on the inside plays a sad sweet song
A mute moonlit statue am I, she waltzes alone
But baby, baby, I could call you baby
If I weren’t so empty in the head and tied up in the tongue
And baby, baby, I could call you baby
If I weren’t so green and dumb
The wind ain’t stopped blowin’ since morning
It’s got me froze up on the inside
And I could get warm in the bunk house
And thaw out on coffee and bread
But baby, baby, I could call you baby
If I weren’t so empty in the head and tied up in the tongue
But baby, baby, I could call you baby
If I weren’t so green and dumb
I need your government warning
like I need a hole in my head
Well, I won’t shoot your coyotes
And I won’t burn your weeds
Your paycheck won’t fill up this hollow
It won’t dull all the aching
But baby, baby, I could call you baby
If I weren’t so empty in the head and tied up in the tongue
But baby, baby, I could call you baby
If I weren’t so green & dumb
I’d been away from Wendy for almost a week and found out that due to her distress, she had diarrhea for the first two days I was gone. I’m not going to lie, that is probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever done because they missed me. Nothing says devotion like irritable bowels. At least she missed me. She’s the first dog that has been all mine and it really illustrates how loving and loyal they can be.
She luffs meh.
She holds my place when I read.
me: “Don’t sit on the pillow!” Wendy: “…fuck you, I’m a dog.”
I can rest my computer on her from time to time.
She’s not perturbed by garish anime girls.
Look at that face! Also, why do I look all LSP in this picture?
Yeah, I’m a dork and I love this dog. More actual content to come.
Or, at the very least, the deck. Next to some trees. In the backyard. Miss Creepy and I had a very fun and silly camp out. I learned many things: I can get cold (who knew?), there are large animals rooting around in my backyard and I am old and decrepit. Sleeping on the deck is decidedly more uncomfortable than sleeping on the ground. I was really sore during and after the fact. But, as you will see, totally worth it:
This is the smallest tent in the world. It also looks like it’s in pain.
Are you not prepared!?! Actually, yes she is with her glow stick jewelry and binoculars. Wendy did not stay with us.
This picture does not accurately show the amount of books and drinks we had in there. Pictures may be less comfortable than they appear.
Things got silly.
Possible gang signs were thrown.
We told spooky stories. And even turned out the light for a while.
Eventually morning came. Very quickly, actually.
Josh missed out because he couldn’t behave. I’m fully convinced he just likes to fight with me. It’s understandable; lot of people like to fight with me and that poor kid has to put up with me so much. So many posts lately, but so much going on. I’m hoping even crafty-makey things after this weekend. Here’s to hoping!
