You Mean I Have to Go to Work Tomorrow?

[anogete]

I'm still accepting requests for free hand-knitted hats by moi. You can ask for one by going to this entry. I'm doing them in the order I received the comments in, so the first three are going out tomorrow or Tuesday. fishchick, I've skipped down to do yours since I already have the yarn. I promise I will get hats out to the rest of you who asked, I just need to pick up the right color yarn from the craft store. They should all be mailed out in the next two weeks, though.

I watched a couple episodes of QI online, and I'm blaming keladry_lupin for it. I laughed so hard my side hurt. Now I'm downloading a full season via bit torrent.

When I was a teenager, I was in total love with Duncan Sheik. I hear he's doing well, though I've not followed his career for several years. Last night I was sorting through my CDs (which are currently in a disorganized state) and found his debut album. During the summers, my family always drove to Myrtle Beach for a week. Everyone in West Virgina drives to Myrtle Beach in South Carolina for a vacation before school resumes. It's a day's drive--leave at five o'clock in the morning and you can get there before dinner. One summer I listened to Duncan Sheik's debut album on repeat for the entire drive. The rest of the family was enjoying oldies on the radio; I had my CD walkman and some cheap headphones that broke on the way back. I was devastated. The album always reminds me of being some sort of pseudo-angsty teenager, riding in a completely uncool van with my parents and brothers on the way to one of the tackiest beaches ever. And being happy about it because I love the ocean and knew I could weasel my dad into buying me a cheesy souvenir from Eagles.

It also didn't hurt that I thought Duncan was the most gorgeous person on the face of the planet. I spent the drive staring longingly at his album cover, convinced that if we ever met he would fall madly in love with me. Teenage girls, man. They live in a world of their own.

P.S. - I watched Jude this evening. What a downer. Great movie, but not so much for the light and fluffy. I'm totally depressed now, even if I did get to see Christopher Eccleston's naked ass.

Comments

[tardismate.livejournal.com]

I did get to see Christopher Eccleston's naked ass.

Oh, and what an ass it is! :P

Did you spot DT in there too, in the scene when he's in the bar?

[anogete.livejournal.com]

It was a lovely naked ass! Actually, it was a lovely naked everything. ::sigh:: I did spot DT. Actually, I was watching it as I was knitting, and I looked down to make sure I hadn't mucked up the hat beyond belief when I heard his voice. My little radar started humming. So, I hit the rewind for a few seconds, and saw I was right. It *was* DT!

[theredzebra1.livejournal.com]

I read Jude the Obscure way too young, and learned the hard way that Thomas Hardy is not so much for the charming critique of social manners as he is the devastation of...sin, I guess. ?? Was bothered for days about the end of Father Time. I still can't think about it much; too vivid.

[theredzebra1.livejournal.com]

I half think that people would fall in love with me if they could meet me.

[anogete.livejournal.com]

I don't know what I was expecting. I was just cruising along, knitting away at your hat, which I was nearly finished with. Then all of the sudden: dead kids. WTF. I was traumatized. Damn Thomas Hardy.

[bookofmoonrevel.livejournal.com]

Oh, lord, Duncan Sheik. This actually makes me want to listen to his debut album again. I had two major CDs in rotation during my angsty teen years, that and the first Third Eye Blind album. I could have worn holes in them, I listened to them so much. I really connected a little too closely to music in those days - if I heard "Reasons for Living" right now, it would probably provoke a Pavlovian response and make me cry and hate life all over again.

[anogete.livejournal.com]

Yes! I obsessed over that first Third Eye Blind album. I still have it, actually. Those were the CDs, though. I loved them. Back then, I remember thinking, "This is the kind of music I should be listening to. This is me."

[bookofmoonrevel.livejournal.com]

Alright, it's all your fault. I broke out the Duncan Sheik (the Third Eye Blind is in my car because, and I am okay admitting this, I listen to it while driving with the windows down so that the young kids can look at me like I am old and out of touch) and am suddenly having full-fledged nostalgia. Oh, the boy problems this music got me through in my youth! This man knew exactly how I was feeling!

[anogete.livejournal.com]

Ha! I ripped it onto my iTunes so I can sit here with my headphones on and remember being an angsty kid. It's lovely. I'm going to have to search out the TEB CD tonight and give it a whirl. I remember looooving Narcolepsy. Oh, and Motorcycle Drive By.