So very much of my rambling on this journal has been about music and youtube.

Makes sense that my last, not-goodbye post would be both! I tried to put one video (two, in the case of Marillion) for every band I consider among my favorites. Hee.

( A Boatload of Videos! )

Richard Dreyfuss (aka Roy from Close Encounters of the Third Kind, aka One Of My Favorite Movie Characters Ever) is in jaws.

Ergo, I must now watch Jaws.

Thank you, Kat.

:|

We went to take food to CJ out at the station, and also went for a drive~ There are fireflies everywhere. I love fireflies. Also tonight was high on the observation of glowy things - we came out on the highway near the trash incinerator, drove towards TMI and Falmouth (pronounced like Foulmouth, for much hilarity), which meant we were also out towards the airport, so we saw a few planes too.

...the fireflies were the best though. I need to find out if mom's camera can take pictures of them all lit up and sparkling over the corn and wheat fields. And the phrase "Summer smells like fireflies..." is again attaching itself to my brain. It wants to be my nano. That's three ideas now...

Updating multiple times in one day is boring. Make note of this fact, and never do it again, and everything will be peachykeen. Think of something interesting to do for the next three posts. Capisce?

Stay up until two or three watching ridiculous cartoons and monster movies with my siblings, while eating approximately my weight in Popsicles. Between the three of us, I swear, we keep the freezie-pop people in business.

In other news, I've downgraded. 925 posts is the final number - five more to go. What shall they be, I wonder...hmmm....

According to the school age kids at work (namely the eight through eleven year olds), Smallcreep looks like someone from Pokemon. No clue who, just "someone from Pokemon." The Squonk looks like a "demented bunny. Are you sure you're drawing that right? It looks weird." and Russel is Ozzy Osbourne.

However, I do have a couple of the kids wanting to read BtTatT - one because the world sounds cool, the other simply so she can tell me "How many pets to give Al." (she doesn't like the name Smallcreep, she thinks it's mean that people call him a creep, so I told her what his mum calls him which she thinks is much nicer) "in book two," she clarifies, when I explain that his story begins in a setting with no animals. (Two lab mixes and a horse. The labs are Lucy and Max, the horse is, of all things, Dragonfly. The first lab's name made me laugh, because in the faaar earliest drafts, Chach had a German Shepherd named Lucy. Thank goodness that's gone by the wayside. It doesn't work with the setting.)

Anyway. Maybe that can be motivation for trying to get it finished and published - the whole feel (not counting the drabbles and short things I write to get a feel for the characters' mindsets) of the novel itself is very YA. Maybe I can finish it by the time they're the right age for it.

Two times in one morning! :O What is this? This is "Sarah Is Bored Before Work Theater!" Yay!

This is the most awesome cover version of Helter Skelter ever, and one of the two Marillion/h Beatles cover versions that I like -on the note of h/Marillion covers: most of them are pretty awesome. Germ Free Adolescent, Whole of the Moon/Spirit, Six Months in a Leaky Boat, The King is Half Undressed, Cloudbusting, Famous Blue Raincoat? I like those more than (or, in the case of Moon/Spirit and Famous, equal to) the originals, but for some reason (with the notable exception of h's version of The Ballad of John and Yoko, which I like for what are probably not the correct reasons) their/his Beatles covers never seem to work for me. (Unlike his versions of Peter Gabriel songs that work well but that he just quits in the middle of, augh. Though in his defense that is awesome for having not practiced.)

...ok, so the piano-only version of A Day In The Life is pretty cool, too, but that's just me.

ANYWAYS.



Also, this video makes him look very short. I mean, I know he's short, but this one kinda takes the cake. Strange But Real Angles, WannaBeatles lead singer Fish-sized, WannaBeatles standing on raised bits of the stage, or honest camera angles for once? I do not know, I do not care, I just think it makes him adorable. Haha.

This edition of "Sarah Is Bored Before Work Theater" has been brought to you by the letter S, as in "Sarah Does Not Want To Have A Random Number Like 917 As Her Final Number Of Posts In This Blog." Aiming for: 930. 12 more posts in 48 hours! Can she do it? yes she can!

*does the happy flailing dance of Last Day of the Workweek* Wheeee~!

Today, we went to a dairy. We saw cows, and also got rained on. Nothing says "Oh, hey, maybe we should get inside" better than dustdevils and screaming six year olds. Though it was a seven year old with the best line of the day.

Backstory! We went on this hay ride (sans hay) to go see the cows where they stay when they're not being milked. It was just spritzing when we went into the barn, but as the cart sat in the barn the rain picked up to qualify as pouring. SO. Instead of asking "Oh, hey, do you guys want to continue, or just go get someplace dry?" the driver decides that we'll go on - and then the rain really starts. And, instead of going someplace dry to ask re: continuation, he STOPS. In the middle of a RAINSTORM.

Cue seven year old, in her best indignant cat voice: "Why did you STOP?!?"

She said the one thing all the teachers were thinking, exactly the way the three of us wanted to say it. It was pretty funny.

My seat partner on the way to the dairy was my drawing buddy from a few days ago. He can recite more than half of Monty Python and the Search for the Holy Grail verbatim, and also knows far more than necessary about Chao from Sonic or something. He's a fun kid but aaaaaugh I can only listen to things like that for about five minutes, tops. So I gave him my Rubik's Cube for the rest of the trip - the steady stream of poorly accented quotes and video game stats turned into a steady cry of "...Miss Sarah, how am I supposed to do- WAIT I JUST - I DON'T LIKE THIS THING. Maybe if I just...augh that's not right..."

Vast improvement. :D

I, for whatever reason, cannot bring myself to be greatly upset by Michael Jackson's death. I am saddened, yes, but...there really didn't seem to be any other way for him to go, yanno? A sad man, with a sad death.

...I am more upset by this, and by the fact that one of the better sources has gone silent.

Some days, I just wish I had a mass-teleportation-device and a squadron of ninja werewolves. there would be some serious hurting going on.

In other news, they tested TMI's sirens today. A few observations:

A) They are still, years after I heard them the first time, the eeriest things ever (we have one of those poles about a mile, maybe a mile and a half from our house and believe you me, as loud as it is in the video? The things are terrifying in real life. ). I believe the last time I mentioned them in this journal, I referred to them as "Eerie As All Get Out Sirens That Can Possibly Be Heard In Space (Not That I'm Complaining)^tm."

B) Despite the fact that you can feel the things on the main floor of the center when they're yelling (literally. Your clothes vibrate, which they don't do when they're in "growl" mode) they are not audible in the center's basement when the schoolage kids are torqued up. This is somewhat disconcerting, and it gave me a rather unpleasant adrenaline rush until I remembered that the boss has various contacts with the local authorities who would be there within minutes, if not seconds, if the real deal ever went down, and I called mom to ask if they had a test scheduled. But still. "O HAI I AM AWAKE NOW KTHNX."

C) I love sirens about as much as I love numbers stations, St. Elmo's Fire, ball lightning and morse code.

ETA: D) Hey! One from today's test! Different alarm make, but same sound.

The previous post was brought to you by Frustration and Hormones. This post is brought to you by Early Morning Optimism, Happy Music and a Slight Sense of Direction!

Summer Goals
-Do things outside of the house a lot more. This one is not optional.
-Redraw my half of The Show @ behind_a_glass.
-Write a noticeable amount in BtTatT (even if "noticeable amount" works out to "ten pages over the summer".)
-Script out a loose set of goals for Apeman and Hogweed, since they're seem to work best in a shortish-story-series format better, and since NaNo helped figure out a few character relationships inadvertently.
-Read and record The Last Unicorn.
-Stop fretting about that thing which shall not be named again on this LJ. Your friends still love you even if it's crap.
-Not Sulk over the fact that Psych doesn't come back until August this year. :(
-artslam. Surprisingly, I am still on track. This is weird.

( On that last note, have a terrifyingly cute Squonk... )

Sailing slowly through the doldrums, praying for a steady breeze...

This song sounds so perfect with the sounds of car and crickets wafting in my window...

She doesn't see the coming fall,
She doesn't show no fear at all,
Bring on autumn moon, or the driving rain
I only hope I see her face again.

Everything is gonna be alright when summer comes,
The darkest stars will burn so bright when summer comes.
We will open up our bodies to the warming of the sun
When summer comes.

I will wait in the silence until she returns,
To melt the frozen prison round this fool who never learns.
Every living thing that's born must have its end -
What winter takes away, spring brings back again.

Everything is gonna be alright when summer comes,
The darkest stars will burn so bright when summer comes.
We will open up our bodies to the warming of the sun
When summer comes.

Summer doesn't feel the coming frost,
And she doesn't yield to pain or loss -
Death where is thy victory, where is thy sting?
When every year we hear the birds of summer sing.

Everything is gonna be alright when summer comes,
The darkest stars will burn so bright when summer comes.
We will open up our bodies to the warming of the sun
When summer comes.

-Just finished re-reading the The Death Gate Cycle for the first time since I read it in 2004. It is still as fun as I remembered. Now, five years later, I can see a few things that kinda grate on my preferred style, but...the authors know how to tell a story. And I am moderately certain that the Gegs on Arianus (with their Kicksey-winsey) and Abarrach (with the horrible sense of something going wrong, something that leads to futile separation) were among the influences for the Between the Tick and the Tock setting.

-Tomorrow, I get paid to go roller skating. My job: occasionally awesome.

-Tomorrow, I get to go skating with a pack of crazed eight-year-olds who are convinced that they are indestructible and that it is their job to prove this to their teachers. My job: occasionally terrifying.

-I have, thanks to a coworker, "Genkotsuyama no Tanuki-san" stuck in my head almost constantly these days. However, it is the most adorable thing ever to watch a group of four and five year olds doing the hand-motions for it.

-Horrific discovery from my job, #20: Tempera paint? It molds. Rancid tempera paint beats out rancid ketchup for Worst Smell Ever.

-Still keeping track of Iran as best as I can, running out of green shirts though. :(

-Curious: does anyone know of an alternate, really reliable email provider? Recent events (not this, mainly the anniversary of Tiananmen Square) have clued me on to the fact that Yahoo and Google (while useful) are not...generally as reliable on the idea of worldwide free speech as they might like to seem, between self-censoring or whatnot.

-There was something else I wanted to write, and it is gone now. Oh well. It'll come back eventually, and if it doesn't, it was a lie (as my gramma always claims).

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Using twhirl to stay up to date with PersianKiwi and Iranian Student - it's fascinating stuff when one includes the fact that one can never be certain (at one's level of computer skill, technically) that the people claiming to be places are, in fact, in those places.

Praying for Iran, regardless.

The moodtheme mentioned in yesterday's post took forever to make, but it is done and installed on errant_evermore

( Cut for 130 Itty Bitty Images! )

and now I am off to...I dunno. read or write or draw, try to salvage something productive of my day!