Twisted Spinster

Hurray! And for the record, I wouldn’t miss Florida one bit.

Sorry, I’ve been singularly uninspired this week, so there’s been nothing. Maybe I’ll link to another Youtube video that caught my fancy. Or not.

Let us dance like children of the night!

Enjoy Frigid Pink’s version of “House of the Rising Sun.” Yeah, the Sixties and early Seventies sucked, except for the music, which was my only comfort at the time — at least once Fizzies disappeared from the grocery store shelves…

But — oh calloo callay — they’re back! So why haven’t I seen them at Publix? It’s a conspiracy…

Update: since I’m doing one-hit wonders, here’s Iron Butterfly doing “Inna Gadda Da Vida” — the whole nine minute version. Come on, you know you want to. Full disclosure: I bought the album, on vinyl, when I was in high school (in the Disco Era). I’ve never listened to the other side.

Update the second: what’s with all these people getting sick and hospitalized right and left? I wasn’t consulted about this! What can I say, blogging takes its toll.

Yes I’m Still Avoiding Life Update: Jesus, Phranc still exists? Frightening…

One more: Yes was one of my favorite groups when I was growing up in the hideous Seventies. Soon after this disco came to the world — and never left Miami, my home town. Now you see why I’m so cranky?

Hee hee: at last, a political party for the Rest Of Us.

Update: logos! (That’s the plural of “logo,” not the Word of God. Not yet, anyway.)

My God, this website is addictive. I’ve stayed up all night two nights in a row reading it. Sample — from Everyone Is Jesus In Purgatory:

Memories of that overzealous English teacher who forced you to accept that every character, every scene, and every action had a deep inner meaning have led to widespread paranoia, on the part of readers and viewers everywhere, that every tale secretly contains some other story being told in subtext.

The end result of this is a state of mind that, for example, interprets every plot as an allegory for the afterlife and every protagonist as a stand-in for the Christ: Everyone Is Jesus In Purgatory!

Then there are the Warped Aesops:

Degrassi The Next Generation does this a lot. Some of the morals featured on the show include “cutting school is okay because you’ll learn more outside anyway”, and “if a boy breaks your heart and then steals your stepfather’s laptop for resale, wanting to punish him is wrong.”

How about those Epileptic Trees?

A term for wild, off-the-wall theories. Named after a leading tinfoil-hat theory explaining the mysterious Beast on Lost during the first season of that program. The theory? Some of the trees are epileptic.

Epileptic Trees suggested by characters are a sign of Scully Syndrome. When an Epileptic Tree is rendered null and void by the official Canon, it’s said to be Jossed. When an Epileptic Tree remarkably becomes Canon, you may find yourself saying, “I Am Not Making This Up” when you attempt to explain it. When your Epileptic Tree becomes Canon, you’re allowed to say, “I Knew It!”

Oh God, help me.

Sorry folks. I just am so bored with everything. Apparently there is some sort of election coming up, and people are either obsessed with it or… actually, I can’t find much mention of anything else on the internet but stuff about the election. I can’t even get away from it by watching foreign tv — BBCAmerica’s version of the BBC News demonstrates the sad fact that election obsession has infected those across the pond. Hey guys? I get enough garbage about Huckleberry and Fred Flintstone and She-Wolf of Washington and RuPaul (whatever) from my own folk. By the way, did you dump Tony Blair for some Scottish dude? I don’t follow these things.

One more thing: am I the only person who hates that stupid Dunkin’ Donuts commercial and wants to find whoever came up with that “doin’ things is what we like to do!” song and duct tape them to a termite mound and smear them with honey? Please say I’m not the only one. Keep my faith in humanity burning.

Don’t forget the fundraiser. If my readers all chipped in, I don’t know, a dollar, I’d have… a few dollars?

It’s a lovely night, which means people are hanging around outdoors in the courtyard/playground outside my apartment, which means their children are with them, which means I get to listen to the neighbor infant that has a sustained screech that sounds like a mountain lion with it’s paw caught in a bear trap, only less musical.

(PS: don’t forget the fundraiser. I may add earplugs to the budget. Thanks to all who have contributed so far!)

…to the people who donated $$$ to my little Fundraiser. It’s still going on, as is the job search. Today in desperation I applied for a temporary county job via a staffing agency. Everything is staffing agencies here. Of course, this being Orange County, Florida, this particular staffing agency was located in a strip shopping mall in lovely “South Orlando,” which could use a makeover to get rid of that Ye Olde Faded Crack Towne look it has now. But the office people seemed nice enough.

I am beginning to wonder if I should rewrite my resume. The job search game here is ridiculous. I hope it’s just the Holiday Hangover, not a permanent state of affairs. I think I only have a couple more unemployment checks left, then I am SOL. If the situation doesn’t improve, I have the feeling I am going to have to look in another city or state. As long as I don’t have to move back to Miami…

The internet today, that is. Every freaking web page I try to go to either takes forever to completely load or won’t load at all. A sign I should watch tv or go to the mall?

In other news, I’m looking for more attractive “themes” to make this place look spiffy, and I’ll get a blogroll up and running one of these years.