Oh come on, how can you NOT love "Bat out of hell"?
But like a sinner (CHORD!) before (CHORD!) the GATES OF HEAVEN I'll come CRAWLING on BACK! TO! YOOOOOOO!
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Oh come on, how can you NOT love "Bat out of hell"?
But like a sinner (CHORD!) before (CHORD!) the GATES OF HEAVEN I'll come CRAWLING on BACK! TO! YOOOOOOO!
Steinman produced "This Corrosion" by the Sisters of Mercy. Which causes me to forgive him for a lot of other things.
Yup. Because if it ain't Steinman, it ain't overwrought melodrama.
Steinman exists to make Andrew Lloyd Webber seem restrained.
Steinman produced "This Corrosion" by the Sisters of Mercy. Which causes me to forgive him for a lot of other things.
Huh. Never knew. And in retrospect, I might have noticed the connection.
Because while it's a killer song, the choral overdubs? A bit overwrought.
Because while it's a killer song, the choral overdubs? A bit overwrought.
But that's part of the charm.
But that's part of the charm.
I have trouble reconciling the last two Sisters of Mercy albums with the worst rock song ever written, "I'd Do Anything for Love (But I Won't Do That)."
But, since I wasn't ever a goth and not even in the Goth metropolitan area when these albums came out (college years), I'll defer to Madame Jilli, who is far, far wiser than my wannabe self.
But like a sinner (CHORD!) before (CHORD!) the GATES OF HEAVEN I'll come CRAWLING on BACK! TO! YOOOOOOO!
Yes! See, Betsy understands the Steinman! Do you think he's the same way over his grocery shopping? Being the Steinman must be exhausting!
But that's part of the charm.
Yep. The turgid, overwhelming maelstrom part of the charm, while the rest of the charm clings desperately to the tiny dinghy of restraint that is being sucked inexorably into the throbbing power chords of oblivion.
I'm starting to think he should have a costume designed by Edna Mode. Except I couldn't see him agreeing to no capes. She'd be lucky to limit him to just one.
The turgid, overwhelming maelstrom part of the charm, while the rest of the charm clings desperately to the tiny dinghy of restraint that is being sucked inexorably into the throbbing power chords of oblivion.
I just wanted to see that sentence again.
I didn't know Steinman did This Corrosion. I loved that song. It was playing constantly in my house for a while.
And okay, I'll admit to enjoying Bat Out of Hell, but about halfway through I shut it off. The song keeps going well after it's over.
Apparently I rock the language. They said that at Toastmasters on Monday too. (That I rock the language, not that I have a sexy voice.)
Two points: 1. I would love Toastmasters forever if they said you had a sexy voice, and 2. Your tagline should be "I rock the language."
Maybe it's a way for your body to trick you into wanting another pregnancy?
My body can take a hike, then, as I am NEVER repeat NEVER getting pregnant again. If we decide we need more kids, we're adopting. Love the baby, hated the pregnancy. (Plus, if we have a second kid, we'll want a girl, and the odds of that happening naturally are slim).
A good thing about the Byrnsie!Emmet photo is the action figure in the background. Any house with action figures is a home.
Because if it ain't Steinman, it ain't overwrought melodrama
I like overwrought melodrama
When I first heard "This Corrosion," I was sure it was inspired by the Thomas Covenant books, at least Lord Foul's Bane. Dunno if that's true, but I do remember reading an interview with Sisters of Mercy wherein they adamantly stated they were not goth, and should not be associated with goth. Ever. They mean it.
I thought about the "anthropomorphosized food" conversation this morning, when I saw a bakery ad for "American Style Doughnuts." This doughnut with arms, legs, and eyes was running away from a fat man who was chasing it, arms outstretched.
I don't think the doughnut was consenting.
Gronk.
I'm all about being up early on my first day of school, but did my body really need to find it necessary to wake me up every hour since 2am? I finally just gave up and got up.
I have to find my backpack. I put it away, because I was going to order this [link] bag, but I haven't gotten around to it yet, due to the loans mixup. It won't kill me to use the backpack for a couple more weeks.
So, here's the schedule today:
8:45-9:30am: travel to school
9:30-10:30am: Independent Study work
10:30-11:30am: Advanced Composition with my favorite prof
11:30am-12:30pm: Break/Job Fair
12:30-1:30pm: General Biology
1:30-4pm: Break/Lunch
4-6pm: Computers and Humans
6-7pm: Grab some dinner and travel to knitting/crocheting group
7-9pm: Knitting/Crocheting group
As soon as I get home: Crash
Edit: I think I need a new tag...