Huzzah for Indie films! Holy Shit Awesomeness, that's what this was. Yet again my uncanny Netflix luck directed me to something I needed to see.
Forgive the first 15" --I almost didn't make it, myself. However, I simply told myself that the opening lines of any film being "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" had to be worth a few more minutes of my time. And it was.
I loved the soundtrack (I bought it via Amazon.com) & the lighting.

I think I might need this film in my collection!
Watch the trailer:







Still don't have my home anywhere near "Mom Ready," but I'm declaring a Raineth Emergency of "Fuck It."

Cheers & All

 Good Morning.

 I disremembered to note that on the 9th, it has officially been 2 years since I was de-married. Awesome!

 What else? On the 5th, my lovely friend Jenifgrr's senior cat passed. He was about 16. It is of some significance to me, as Once Upon a Time, he was once mine. I simply couldn't take care of them (he also had a brother, who passed a few years ago) when I was on the move. So, the brothers had a wonderful home & quite possibly the best owner anybody could ask for. He had a good life.

I am beginning to get sick again. I can feel my lungs begin twitch in agony. Whatever crap is building, I'm trying to nip it quick. I still hurt all over, and my bum shoulder is like a lead weight of pain, that inspires numbness to the rest of my arm & hand. Stupid thing.
 
 Last night, SPCO's performance at The Ordway was fantastic. They played two pieces by Shostakovich (Chamber Symphony Op. 83a & Piano Concerto #2 in F, Op. 102), then Kancheli ("Night Prayers" is fricking amazing!!) & Prokofiev (Sinfonietta, Op.5). Standing ovation for the concerto-- and well-deserved! Kirill Gerstein is a piano wizard.

Oh, damn... there is fricking snow on the ground. SNOW. AUGHHHHHHHH. See?!? What do you mean, you can't see anything? Look in the lower left-hand corner. Aha! Now you see?





Yes, I am too screaming! Gawd, I'm not ready for this. I am not ready for being cold for the next 6 months.I don't want to pay upwards of $300/month just to keep my stupid house at 58 degrees. Dammit.

 Oh, Hell to you too, MinneSnowTa. I have to find my gloves... Hell, I have to dig out my coats, my hats, my scarves. I still have to put up the storm windows. Drag in the water hose. Take down my outdoor table & chair set. Plug in the heat tape. Good Hannah in a dirty girdle, did I just type that?? *sigh* I am determined not to have my pipes freeze up this winter, so I am going to go to Hell because I shall always leave a tiny stream of water running, whenever I leave my house. I'm just not going to go through that again, if at all possible. Good grief.
 I feel as though I've just begun to recover from last year. I wonder if I can do this for very much longer? I realize I bellyache about this every year with the descent of Father Winter-- but the whole pansy-ass lungs, no light, depression, body-falling-apart-in-the-cold bits just aren't enjoyable.

 OK, I'm going to go sulk. I totally need to find a wreath so that I can dress up as an evergreen for Halloween. Stoopid MinneSnowTa.

 Cheers & All That

 When I was younger, I didn't blush as much.

 Now I blush all of the time. Quite annoying.

 However, apparently this trend is charming. Especially when I am trying to figure out if the Jimmie Johns guy is flirting with me. He's my age & fairly handsome.

 People, I need a brick so that I may render myself unconscious, every now & then. It really shouldn't be this hard know if someone is flirting with me! Augh.

 But anyway... having tremendous fun fiddling about with my Touch...It's going to force me out of the house, as I am in no position (globally, anyway) to receive Wi-Fi, and some of my apps require it. What a bizarre way to become more social. Anyway.

 Maybe I'll meet somebody awesome at Starbucks, Black Sheep, MIA, etc., who likes a few of the same things as I do.

Someday what a person needs is just someone else to connect with, on just one level. You know, more is good... but just one will work.

Come one, who else wants to go to the MIA on a Thursday evening & have coffee & look at stuff?

 Hannah & her snapped garter, now I've done it.  I've gone and adventured into Technology Territory, a place I usually run from whilst screaming, into the night. OK, maybe not that dire. But pretty close.

 I decided that I may need a stronger horse. My 8-pony iPod Touch just isn't going to cut it. I need at least 16 horses, and I'm looking to buy 32. Sixty-four horses are a bit too steep for my wallet right now, so I'll pass. I didn't realize how terribly addicted I'd become. And it is just that... an odd sort-of addiction to books, music & video and experimentation.

 I shiver & shake with a peculiar level of joy, just thinking about it. More music to choose from (you really have no idea how large my library is-- it is what I spend my money on, let's put it that way-- I want the space!), more... everything. 

 My personal drawbacks: I am a complete klutz, and I am hoping nothing will befall my new toy. I also find the size bulky & the weight heavy. Yes, I realize that for what it does,I am being impractical... but if I to literally run with it, I will have to figure out something else besides the armband, as I find it to be uncomfortable. It's also not something I could easily tuck into a pocket-- my pockets aren't that big! 

 So... I suppose I could invest another $100 in getting something small and very portable, that I don't have to worry about losing or breaking... err, as much. Damn, I thought I had it figured out.

  Back to the board...

 Cheers & All
 

 Moby on Thursday, or a members-only (which I am) soiree to celebrate the upcoming opening of the Louvre exhibit, at the MIA, in three weeks? I cannot attend both; I must choose.

 Damn. Help! I would be going to either event by my lonesome, so I don't have to take anyone else into account.

 Moby: have never seen him, and really want to. Takes place @downtown St. Paul, and is relatively easy to pay to park there, good people watching. I will be going to an assumably late show-- and I work at 7:30am the next morning. Co-manager cannot switch her shift.

Soiree: slightly more expensive, must find appropriate attire (as soon as I figure out what that is!), helluva lot of fun envisioned, good people watching, may take some creativity to park & then not trip as I walk around in heels & a dress. Did I just say "heels and a dress"?? Also takes place late at night, but I won't have to work until afte 10am the next day.

And now... Even though I am not tired, more is the pity, I must go to bed & pretend I'm tired. *le sigh*

 Chweers & All

I've been ignoring my blog! No, say it's not true!

Someone once said that "I don't have enough time to write something short." Well, I've been thinking too much, and writing too little. 
( Read the Blarbble! )

 Well, shit.

 Les Paul died today.

 *sigh*

 Well, I didn't feel well enough to go see Bat for Lashes. $20, down the tube. *sigh* Oh Well, I'll pretend I was gambling. Which I was, more or less. Haven't been feeling well for the past couple of days, and was mostly hoping I could harass my body into doing what I wanted.  Hmm, not so much. Still incredibly groggy, but less disoriented & wonkified. Pblthhht.

 So. Note to self: MUST rest well, prior to going to Chicago on Sept. 17th, to see Little Boots.I will just trample on my own head if I miss her show.

 Cheers

 Ahhhh, the magic of the Internets.

 I shall officially be going to Chicago for a brief jaunt, come September. I'll being seeing Little Boots  at The Empty Bottle (thanks for introducing her music, Southern Brit), and I could just SQUEE.

 Except that now I really want to to watch old-new Dr. Who. Much opportunity for squee-ing in a month or so.

 Swish!


 Cheers & All

Oh, damn!

Double & triple damn. *sigh* TheDe Morgan Centre in London is closing on the 25th of July, as their lease is expiring in January...  Hopefully there will be a lew location for their beautiful things very, very soon.  Aww, man, I really wanted to see this couple's work.

I don't mean to be a killjoy, but who knows when the new site will be "confirmed."

It's like wanting to go visit The Louvre, and discovering that portions are closed indefinitely. Mmmf!

In Other News, I bought a ticket to go seeLittle Boots in Chicago, in September. Huzzah!

Cheers & All

 So what did I find, seemingly out of the blue?

  I found two backup cd's of my old computer's iTunes collection! Judging by what was on them,  I apparently backed up the collection long before it crashed & burned in a ball of raging flames. OK, maybe not so much with the flaming, burning bit.. But oh JOY! Believe me,  the collection is severely malnourished... but I magically have 250 songs back, including the Loreena McKennitt albums I thought I'd lost to the ether. 

 Now... Oh, drat, now I have to authorize stupid iTunes to let me play some of these. Bastards. *ahem*

Frick, is it already 2am? Double damn. 

OK, no more fiddling about after tomorrow evening after work, then.

 Cheers & All

 

 In light of Southern Brit's recent horrifying loss of over 4,000 songs (iPod AND computer were stolen), I have been trying to backup my "hard copy" cd's (as in, the ones I have lounging about negligently in my living room, bedroom, den, etc.). I also have a few downloaded albums, mostly from Amazon's MP3 loader (yes, I know their little !@#! stunt with the sales rankings is a fucker, but I don't want to buy from iTunes and... it's a long story)... 

( Shag-a-Doodle-Doo Continues )

 Well, this is not exactly the Tiamat that I was expecting to see, but Hey... I liked this song, too. Actually, I have no idea if this band's name is Tiamat (therbey confusing me even further), or Queso. Uhm. Sea Dragon Goddess Cheese? Erm, my translation just must suck.




 Edit/Update: they are Queso. Yes, they are cheese. Mmm, cheese.

 I bumbled across a Swedish band called Tiamat a few hours ago-- some of their music reminds me a bit of Jesus & Mary Chain & very vaguely of Sisters of Mercy and some other bands. Their other stuff is quite the departure-- death/doom/goth/metal whatever. And don't jump down my falutin' throat for mis-categorizing the music, for Criminy's sakes. It's all noise of some sort. Some noise sounds purtier than the rest.

 In any case, I most definitely like what's on "A Deeper Kind of Slumber" & "Wildhoney"!  Rafe would have loved them, and it's too fricking bad that he never got to hear them before he died, especially since both albums were released beforehand. Phoo.

 I would also like to have Little Boots' new release, please... Please? What do you mean, I have to wait? End of June/mid July for a cd, and who knows when for a download? Arrrgh. Unghh! Dammit.

I hate waiting.

She is such a cute little hoot. I hope she does well.