It's not even December yet, but if I have to hear the aural assault that is I Want A Hippopotamus For Christmas or the treacly abomination that is The Christmas Shoes even one more time, I'm going to embark upon some manner of spree. No whining. I don't wanna hear it. Just giving you the heads up.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
You better not pout, I'm telling you why
It's not even December yet, but if I have to hear the aural assault that is I Want A Hippopotamus For Christmas or the treacly abomination that is The Christmas Shoes even one more time, I'm going to embark upon some manner of spree. No whining. I don't wanna hear it. Just giving you the heads up.
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I've never heard either of those songs before. I guess I should be glad.
More than you can imagine. You work in friendlier confines with Sirius radio, far away from Easy Listening purgatory where I'm subject to the whims of (ack!) caller requests. No. No accountin' for taste.
Christmas music stations would be a lot more tolerable if they played more Irving Berlin and Karen Carpenter and less of the crappy that you mentioned. If I hear "Where is Christmas" or whatever by Faith Hill one more time...
I refuse to listen to holiday stuff before Dec. Every year it starts earlier.
Given a choice, I'd forsake the Christmas tunes, too, Maddie, but this oligarchy I call my workplace says otherwise.
Ew, forced bad music. At my old job, they had us listening to the easy listening station 24-7...I know what that's like. Torture.
I worked in retail after I left school and I remember one Christmas the store had the "Boney M Christmas Album" on constant rotation. Remember them, "By The Rivers Of Babylon" etc? Trust me, 8 hours of that will fuck you up, but good.
My grandad was a massive Bing Crosby fan, and Christmas to me always has a Bing soundtrack.
My favorite Christmas movie by a longshot is "White Christmas" with Bing and Danny Kaye and Rosemary Clooney and that other one with the big knockers who wasn't really singing like the rest. Love it. Those songs are in my Christmas rotation. "Snow" and of course "Sisters".
Lord help the mister
Who comes between me and my sister
And Lord help the sister
Who comes between me and my man
Bless you, Irving Berlin.
The song "White Christmas" has an interesting past, it shot to popularity because it was an instant hit with the GI's stationed overseas (and I guess with their families back home). Its blend of nostalgia and homesickness was perfect in the context of the war.
I heart Rosemary Clooney.
I love her, too. And Bing. And especially Danny Kaye. Love, love, love. And I love "Count Your Blessings". Can't believe I left that out. Diana Krall does her take on it with her new holiday album. Loves it. She's got such a smokily smooth delivery. She's so hott, I almost forgive Canada for Celine Dion.
I can never forgive Canada for La Dion. NEVER.
My god, I was JUST about to write the exact same thing.
I met her once. Celine, I mean.
Wait, it gets worse. It was at the Atlantis Resort and Casino, Paradise Island, the Bahamas. Snort.
I can never forgive Canada for La Dion. NEVER.
Ditto, that bitches heart goes on and on and on and on and f**king on. She should have been lashed down to that deck of the Titanic.
Thinking of Sealion Dion, almost makes me want to break into the song Blame Canada from South Park (that movie warped my fragile little mind).
Moi
PS. I apologize to any Canadian readers here at Mikey's blog. I do love you guys, truly I do. Its just that I hate her soooo much. Mind you, for a country that is responsible for unleashing an idiot like Steve Irwin onto the world, I suppose I should find it in my heart to forgive you.
I’ve got my music on shuffle:
Pogues, Fairytale of New York –
“You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night”
Mel Torme singin his Christmas Song
Then Luther, The Eagles, Nat King Cole, Bono, Brucie, Sting and now Diana Krall aaaaah.
All while meditating on my five star Sudoku for today. With an iced tea at my side. And the snow on the ground. My dog snoozin’ with dreams of bunny chasing.
What’s not to love? And I know I’m lucky I don’t have to listen to someone else’s crap. I’ve got my own carefully selected crap.
Speaking of bunny chasing...
I take no offense, bodhi. Canadians mock her as well. It's the Quebecois who are to blame anyway. Whole different country, really. ;)
I was just thinking about her the other day because there is a poster of her & Rene wearing pink polo shirts for Breast Cancer Research so... I was just thinking, as well as being so fuckin' annoying, and she whispers when she speaks... argh, she is also The Most Asexual Person I have ever seen who is also known as a Superstar.
So lacking in any sex appeal. What's with that?? Gah. That's a crime in and of itself. It's like she and Rene have their own little non-affective world where Celine sings non-suggestive songs. ::shudder::
Although I do like her song with Andrea Bocelli. Don't hurt me. But I do. I still think she's a joke, though.
Bony is never sexy, imho. These women like La Dion get so damn skinny that they stop looking like women and start looking like ironing boards.
Can we ditch da bitch Sealion posts now?
Now Loulou .... getting back to the important matter of Bunny chasing ....
OMG. How long has it been since I thought of the Rabbit? Hours at least. How he doin'?
Well ...
Rabbit finished his last exam to complete his whore-ticulture course yesterday, so he's now a much less stressed Bunny. This will mean that he will be both a qualified chef and a whore-ticulturist. Yes, thats right people, you can do the gardener and then he could prepare a meal for you! I know, I know, the perfect husband or what?
A couple of weeks back when we were both in the city, da Bunny and myself went and visited some back-rooms (oh, like you haven't). We have not done that together for a while. Suffice to say we followed our standard operating procedure. We both had our bit of ... erm ... fun, and then ended up spending the rest of our time with each other. Its been a while in that regard, seeing as though we are not officially going out anymore but remain close friends. Hmmmmmmmmm, close Rabbity friendly goodness ...
He turns 30 on December 28, bless his little Bunny cottontail. He's having a party on December 17. We are going out for dinner with a whole host of people, and then his close friends are going out clubbin all night in the city. Yaaaaay, Rabby and I heart clubbing, we go together all the time.
And yes, for the record, he is still the adorable hotness that he ever was. And its the first day of summer here today, and you know what that means don't ya? Yup - Boardies, t-shirts and a constant parade of muscle-shirts (many of which, funnily enough, The Kid and I have bought for him) showing off an awesome surfer tan. Not to mention days at the beach watching him strip of his wetsuit slowly, salt water dripping from his muscled bod as he ....... {shudders]
*Sigh*
Wait just a gosh darned minute. He's gay?!
He's a Bi-Bunny.
Indeed
Indeeeeeeeed, says bodhi whilst sporting a pussycat-who-got-the-cream grin.
Now you’re makin’ me smile, b.
Tanned boys in boardies and the wetsuit half-off and the smell of the sea… ::sigh:: oh yeah, we’ve been here once or twice before. Yum. Doesn't get old for me.
But you know, a picture mailed to my inbox wouldn't go amiss in this lovely flight of fancy of mine. Andrew and Michael know how to reach me.
I'm just sayin'. ;D
[As previously shared on TOA, some quotes from Rabbit's first visit to a gay bar earlier this year. We took him to The Imperial Hotel, of Priscilla Queen of the Desert fame.]
Me: Just what Sydney needs ...
Rabbit: What?
Me: A bi-boy, pretending to be straight, in a gay pub. Dude, you have f**king issues
Rabbit: (Grinning adorably) I know.
Rabbit: What exactly do they do at gay bars?
Me: We seek out bi-boys, and beat them with iron bars whilst repeatedly screaming "make up your mind bitch!"
Rabbit: Oh, thats OK then. For a while there I was worried.
As you can probably tell from the above, Rabbit is not "out" and is still coming to terms with his sexuality. Be he has definately made some mighty leaps forward, bless his little cottontail. So Loulou, there will be no pics I'm afraid, as he wants to maintain some degree of anonymity (and I respect that).
Just believe me when I say that not only is he a sweetheart and a true friend, but he has a wicked sense of humour and is the absolute hotness. Andrew can back me up on that statement. Let your imagination run wild, m'kay, I know I do ;-)
Now excuse me while I wipe the cream from my paws and purrrrrrrr with the absolute pleasure (and you know I said that last bit in a Frankenfurter voice, right?) of it all ...
He beat me to it, but as is now plain, and despite my pleading, begging, supplicating, wrangling and empty-promising, no Bunny shots are forthcoming, loulou.
It seems obvious that Bodhi's motives are suspect, though. Who is more discreet, than I? No one can peek inside my Inbox despite the fact that I think loulou is doing just that.
I can vouch for the bunny hotness, btw. Like Columbia says, "Hah! I've seen it!" Just in case you were wondering if it's all in Bodhi's head, it isn't. He's very cute, hunky, and quite adorable. Damn him.
…absolute hotness…. purrrrrrrrs with the absolute pleasure in Frankenfurter voice and smiles.
ooooooooh bodhiiiiiii!
Oops. Excuse me for a sec.
::pushes chair back::
(sound of padding feet into bedroom) ::wrigglewrigglewriggle::
(sound of padding feet back to office) ::pulls chair back into desk::
Sorry about that. Just had to change into some dry panties.
:D
AND... we have a new favorite post, ladies.
Oh, loulou.
Thats just sooooooo nas-ty
Oooooh, now I hearts you even more than before, Loulou!
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