Cordelia ,'Storyteller'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I knew that one as "Over in the Meadow"
Over in the meadow in the sand in the sun
lived an old mother turtle and her little turtle one
Dig, said the mother
I dig, said the one,
So they dug and were glad in the sand in the sun
Over in the meadow where the tall grass grew
lived an old mother vixen and her little foxes two
Run, said the mother
We run, said the two
So they ran and were glad where the tall grass grew
(And so on, up to ten.)
Dude. I don't know if I really wanted to read "Bush" and "bares" in the same sentence.
More than murder ballads, one of my favorite genres is the 60s dead teenager songs.
Original version of "Last Kiss" is a happy fun song about your girlfriend dying. It makes me happy.
My parents notoriously sang "Breakin' Up is Hard to Do" to me when I was wee. My mom usually refrained when we were waking up, but she definitely is the sing-random-pop-songs-around-the-house type. I will probably be like that too, and I dread the day my theoretical future children notice I can't actually sing.
And I assumed Aimee was singing the U2 song, too.
Debet, do you like that "The mine caved in Nova Scotia and killed a bunch of guys" song? My sister loves that song.
The playlist does reveal a rather narrow range of babyboomer tunes. Writing in the London Times, Caitlin Moran noted: "No black artists, no gay artists, no world music, only one woman, no genre less than 25 years old, and no Beatles."
This sounded like a case of trying to make a story where a story isn't.
Oh, is that Timothy? I've never been able to decide whether there's cannibalism in that song or not.
I totally intend to sing this song to any potential Zmayhem spawn. It actually has a very jolly, rollicking tune and you can do different voices for the different characters and such. We sing it often at Faire, usually while dandling babies on our knees; parents draw back in horror, but little children giggle and clap. They love stories about sad babies and wicked mommies who are horribly punished for their wickedness.
The playlist does reveal a rather narrow range of babyboomer tunes. Writing in the London Times, Caitlin Moran noted: "No black artists, no gay artists, no world music, only one woman, no genre less than 25 years old, and no Beatles."
This sounded like a case of trying to make a story where a story isn't.
Good thing my grandma ain't President.
That's to call and find out when they've got room for her. I think the actual induction will happen tomorrow.
It's a multi-stage process that in theory starts tonight (assuming they're not overbooked), with the main show starting in the morning.
Honestly, the work server thing makes me sad, because I could be sitting here earning money instead of nattering. On the other hand, I'm not feeling especially motivated to work, so not having to do so is nice.