Party On, Dude

This weekend The Husband and I stayed up until 1 am watching, I kid you not, "VH1's Top 100 Hard Rock Songs".

Seriously. 

One. Ay. Em.

Now, I should have just gone to bed at midnight when they declared "Kashmir" to be the Number 21 Hard Rockingest Hard Rock song.  Despite it being, you know, the best song ever written.  But no.  Number 21. 

The mind fairly boggled at what they could possibly put in front Led Zeppelin and we sort of felt compelled to keep watching.  It was like accidentally coming across Jerry Springer or an ABBA video.  We just couldn’t look away.  By the time they got to number five, I knew The Husband was going to have a fit at whatever they put up there as Number 1.

I was not wrong.

Although I don’t believe (as apparently The Husband does) that “Welcome To The Jungle” is, in fact, the first sign of the apocalypse.  Actually, I saw Guns N Roses at Giants Stadium sometime in the early 90's.  The lineup was Faith No More, Guns N Roses and Metallica.  Which was a pretty entertaining concert.  Despite the fact that someone hit me in the head with a beer bottle before it started and I had concussion through most of it.

Ok, maybe it wasn't that entertaining.

You know you're getting really old when VH1 is the channel that's running “The Top 100 Hard Rock Songs” and Dee Snider is hosting.

I can remember when VH1 was the channel my mom watched because they played stuff like, uh, Paul McCartney and George Harrison. 

Speaking of which.  They say it's your birthday.  It's my birthday too.

I’m really old.

Here’s the Ramones. 

Edit: I forgot to add that not only is it my birthday, it’s also Sittende Mai.  Oof da.  Have some lutefisk on me, then.

In Which I Join The Circus.

A while ago Big In Japan wrote to me:

"I'm discouraged. I hate wasting time. And I'm not a speedy sewer."

I'm totally putting that on my tombstone.   I couldn’t have summed up my life any better if I tried.

Actually, I'm feeling pretty good about what I've sewn for myself lately.   (And apparently for the most part so is Big In Japan: check out her Pattern Reviews here.) 

So of course, once I have some sense of potential achievement, I then discover that I have absolutely zero time to sew anything.   Not even a super-speedy simple blouse that I've already fitted, already sewn before, has no zippers or fastenings of any kind and requires zero binding, hand-stitching or fancy sewing.   Nope.   Not even for that.

Especially since my rotten cat got fleas from the neighbor kid (seriously) and proceeded to immediately roll around all over my pressing table... including on the fabric I was in the middle of cutting out.   So that now, on top of having too much to do anyway, we have to launder about twenty loads of clothes, bedding and fabric.  

I’m telling you now: Beangirl doesn’t do vermin.

 

Or maybe I should.  I'm thinking about starting my own flea circus.   We should at least put the little creeps to work.   Check it out.   I could totally rock that costume, right?

In Which All Is Revealed

I found a link to a personality test on Cindy Ann’s blog.  I’m pretty sure you’ll agree with me that online personality tests are pure crack.  You can’t just do one.

Here’s what mine tells me:

 

You are The High Priestess

Science, Wisdom, Knowledge, Education.

The High Priestess is the card of knowledge, instinctual, supernatural, secret knowledge. She holds scrolls of arcane information that she might, or might not reveal to you. The moon crown on her head as well as the crescent by her foot indicates her willingness to illuminate what you otherwise might not see, reveal the secrets you need to know. The High Priestess is also associated with the moon however and can also indicate change or fluxuation, particularily when it comes to your moods.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

 

Yes.  I am the High Priestess.  I am the holder of all secrets, the keeper of all wisdom.  I know all your deepest thoughts.  You must obey me.  Do it!

Or not.  I’m fickle like that.