tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87795544571473820322024-03-13T10:34:50.148-07:00Rich and Creamy Thoughts of MineJoin me as I tear apart pop culture, comment on current events, and revel in my randomness. Once in a while, I might even get introspective! Scary!Mellicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14886925609885198573noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779554457147382032.post-45640291444394456832009-12-22T21:04:00.000-08:002009-12-22T21:12:21.178-08:00Things I'm Grateful For<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">It’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything. Sorry. I blame life’s propensity for speeding up and then before you know it, the year is ending again.<br /><br />So in the spirit of the season, and to prevent my inner Grinch from taking over, I’ve decided to make a list of things I am grateful for.<br /><br />Aaaaand we’re off!<br /><br />I’m grateful…<br /><br />…to Heavenly Father and Jesus for all of my blessings.<br />…for my family and friends.<br />…for my church and my faith.<br />…for Riley, Karlie, and Sadie G.<br />…that Sadie G’s kidney problem is resolving itself.<br />…that I have a job – even though sometimes I don’t like it.<br />…for all of the opportunities I’ve had.<br />…for second, third, fourth, and fifth chances.<br />…that I was able to move out of my parents’ house this year.<br />…for friends that indulge me in my strange whims, ideas, grandiose plans, and overall weirdness.<br />…that I’m one year closer to paying off my car.<br />…that I’m getting closer to completing my B.A.<br />…for freedom and those who fight to preserve it.<br />…for chocolate, cookies, pastries, and candy.<br />…for gym memberships.<br />…that vinyl records are coming back.<br />…for puppies, kittens, and little baby bunnies.<br />…for Beatles Rock Band.<br />…for my hairstylist who is also my friend.<br />…for long hot showers on cold mornings.<br />…that I can go into five different grocery stores and have thousands of choices of what to eat.<br />…for loud rock concerts that leave my ears ringing for days.<br />…for pretty dresses, sexy high heels, jewelry, and purses.<br />…for all of the bands I like to listen to.<br />…for books, iPods, and Blackberries.<br />...for DVR, Wikipedia, and footrests.<br />…for heating and air conditioning.<br />…for Christmas trees, lights, and presents.<br />…for fireworks, swimming pools, and barbecues.<br />…for candles, ceiling fans, and flowers.<br /><br />I’m grateful for so many things; these are just some of them. I hope you all take time to remember what you have instead of focusing on what you don’t have.<br /><br />Have a merry Christmas, a Happy Hanukkah, a Kwazy Kwanzaa, a Tip-Top Tet, and a solemn and eventful Ramadan! </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><br />God bless and <em>84,000</em> blessings to y’all.<br /><br />Boo-yah.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span>Mellicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14886925609885198573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779554457147382032.post-78141443321333606292009-05-28T19:14:00.000-07:002009-05-28T19:29:02.064-07:00Siblings<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Having siblings is great – for the most part. I can’t imagine not having my older brother or my younger sister around.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><br />When you have brothers and sisters, it takes the brunt off of you and anything bad you might do. If you happen to fail a test on the same day that a sibling punches a hole through the wall, your failure will be most likely blown off, if not completely unnoticed. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><br />But when you have siblings, anything good you do also risks going unnoticed. Milestones can potentially go ignored, especially when your siblings have already achieved them. Things like graduations, weddings, and children aren’t quite as interesting when they’ve already been done by your brothers and sisters and you’re the only one left who hasn’t done any of those.<br /><br />Weddings, graduations, and new babies are great. The first time any of those happen in the family is so exciting. The second time is exciting but the newness is worn off. It’s not clichéd but it’s not unique either. After enough of those milestones have been reached by your siblings, when the last one’s turn comes along, it’s like “Okay great you did this but who cares because it’s already been done," or "Oh, look what you finally got around to doing."<br /><br />My brother has gotten married, graduated from college, and had two children. My sister has gotten married, graduated from college, and is expecting her first child.<br /><br />I have not gotten married, I have not graduated from college, and I am not expecting any children; however, I HAVE managed to flunk out of college, total a car, go to four different colleges without getting a single degree, and be the only one of my parents’ children to still be living at home at 27. Yay me.<br /><br />My brother and sister have done these amazing and wonderful things and I am so happy for them, truly.<br /><br />But I don’t have much to look forward to when and if my turn comes, do I.</span><br /></span>Mellicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14886925609885198573noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779554457147382032.post-18815097507952712602009-05-01T21:02:00.003-07:002009-05-01T21:09:11.675-07:00I had to post this<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">I took this picture a while ago and had to post it. It makes me laugh... </span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_AtB0VQWnQPHPAnTbOAWqLzm87ArqBwrDpRcRZgfgXV4HpDLWmFbkvDaHGNJ02OU9GC4VjKp6wNF_Glzz4Z5LDsTMeqarB6aTL-iEEvi8KFPCmqSHkr61lHHA-R2KiA3jvrDNiDRd9LQ5/s1600-h/redneck+cat+carrier.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331072993525603554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_AtB0VQWnQPHPAnTbOAWqLzm87ArqBwrDpRcRZgfgXV4HpDLWmFbkvDaHGNJ02OU9GC4VjKp6wNF_Glzz4Z5LDsTMeqarB6aTL-iEEvi8KFPCmqSHkr61lHHA-R2KiA3jvrDNiDRd9LQ5/s320/redneck+cat+carrier.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">This is one of my cats, Holstein, in the Melodye version of the "redneck cat carrier." He didn't like it too much, but I laughed my ass off.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG4Mko4yK2g7enuFTT-KKnIoXA-Y16N3OSgrKRqzIPkbNsaPwaVBomTIiuBxKRI0A6Eme_AcjFITbRRhhVqfiBw0BVY6TB-pvD2VUo2w0fe9L8WF2fvdSsAmYc_0pVNJmog-gkdjMCdWqi/s1600-h/redneck+cat+carrier.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj71Cy5SQXwixTS4E5YIzQhUJqWNCRgLH-fqJG709NF_i-ck8SSVx8hESEhNtFyLFzANHLSAWjQOD_m1UmXdSgpq50ibIxZipnvUxSsItUJXZv1b8fa5UwtLP3BgBvyXZL7QmaT6yQvDzUF/s1600-h/redneck+cat+carrier.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Mellicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14886925609885198573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779554457147382032.post-41949623860941825842009-04-22T12:36:00.000-07:002009-04-22T12:48:31.296-07:00Oh the times, they are a-changin<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">I have decided to revamp my blog just a little.<br /><br />I hear those gasps and cries of outrage but be of good cheer, oh faithful readers of mine (and I do love you so.)<br /><br />The inanity, hilarity, and zany-ness will continue. Come on. Did you really think that would change? I can’t even write an entry about changing the blog without it getting out of hand. See?<br /><br />I have decided to try my hand at amateur music promotion, in addition to my “usual” posts. I have done many music-themed entries, so there is no need to reiterate to you of my deep love for music. But instead of just raving about established bands and musicians that certainly don’t need any promotion from me, I will dedicate myself to sharing my love of various local and indie bands.<br /><br />And by local, I mean Las Vegas, because that’s where I’m based. I’m a poor college student – I can’t afford to be traipsing everywhere. Yet. Someday, when I take over the world, though, that will change. (Do you see what I mean about the inanity not going anywhere??) Luckily, Las Vegas has a thriving music community.<br /><br />Don’t worry; I am not suffering delusions of grandeur. But I love going to see local bands play AND if I’m going to procrastinate doing my homework, why not write about something I love? It works on so many levels.<br /><br />I even already have a candidate in mind for the first official band promotion entry – entry coming very, very soon.<br /><br />If your brother’s roommate’s cousin’s friend is in a band or if you have a band you really dig and want to share with the rest of us, let me know. I’d love to have a listen and see how they sound. </span><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">I'm going to add this: If you live somewhere other than Las Vegas and know of a band that you love, and their music is somewhere that I can listen to online (i.e. Myspace, Facebook) or otherwise available (indie music stores, band websites whatever), I'll give them a write-up too. What the heck, right?</p></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">We’ll see how long this lasts. I may get bored. I may not have enough time. But I think it’ll be fun, so hopefully I can roll with it.</span>Mellicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14886925609885198573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779554457147382032.post-87622271993594023612009-04-07T19:16:00.000-07:002009-04-08T12:06:48.172-07:00This week's current favorites and why<p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Yes, yes: we all know that I love music so don’t be so shocked that this is yet another music-centric post.<br /><br />I am under no delusions that I am educating any of you about music. You may even think that I have horrible taste in music. You’re welcome to think that. Truly, you are. (Judge not, lest ye be judged.)<br /><br />But be forewarned that if you ever ride in my car, step foot in my house or office, or borrow one of my iPods (HAH!) these songs are prominently on there, as well as all of the other songs I’ve made reference to in this here blog o’mine.<br /><br />Here is another list of songs that I’m currently enjoying. I find the time between release dates interesting: there is 17 years between the first released song on my list and the one on the album released just last week (March 31, 2009 – for posterity.)<br /><br />I’ve also included album titles and release dates, in case you ever want to go on Jeopardy or something. (Nerd.)<br /><br /><strong>1. “Yellow Ledbetter” – Pearl Jam (“Jeremy” Single B-side, 1992; included on <u>Lost Dogs</u>, 2003)</strong><br /><br />This song just speaks to me. It makes me think of things I didn’t know I could think of. “Yellow Ledbetter” is fast becoming one of the songs that I would have to have with me if I were stranded on a desert island.<br /><br /><strong>2. “Unintended” – Muse (<u>Showbiz</u>, 1999)<br /></strong><br />The guitar intro, the haunting melody(e) (hehe), and His Hotness’ heartfelt words make a beautiful song about taking a second chance at love. The first time I heard this, I got a little teary. I’m not even joking.<br /><br />I heart this song.<br /><br /><strong>3. “Stolen” – Dashboard Confessional (<u>Dusk and Summer</u>, 2006)<br /></strong><br />Yes, I know. Dashboard Confessional is emo. (Get the holy water!) It’s still a good song.<br />Bite me.<br /><br /><strong>4. “Today” – Smashing Pumpkins (<u>Siamese Dream</u>, 1993)<br /></strong><br />Ahhh, Smashing Pumpkins. One of the significant bands of the 1990s. This takes me back to flannel shirts, black t-shirts, and ripped jeans. Who am I kidding? These are still mainstays of my wardrobe. (Grunge will come back, dang it!)<br /><br />Even though this song is about Billy Corgan’s depression, self-mutilation, and suicide attempts, this is still an enjoyable song. It’s funny that this is being used in a fairly upbeat commercial proving once again: “they” just don’t get us, man.<br /><br /><strong>5. “Like a Stone” – Audioslave (<u>Audioslave</u>, 2002) </strong><br /><br />This is a song about waiting. Which I seem to do a lot of. But I still like it. Chris Cornell has a nice voice and Tom Morello rocks, period.<br /><br /><strong>6. “My Never” – Blue October (<u>Approaching Normal</u>, 2009)<br /></strong><br />One of the seven original plots of the world that plays out like this: </span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Person A wants Person B.<br />Person B doesn’t want Person A.<br />Person A mopes and pines for Person B.<br />Person B doesn’t care.<br /><br />We’ve all been there. But this song is touching. I heart this song as well.<br /><br /><strong>7. “Kristy, Are You Doing Okay?” – The Offspring (<u>Rise and Fall, Rage and Grace</u>, 2008)<br /></strong><br />Who knew that those responsible for “Pretty Fly for a White Guy” and some of their other more…interesting…songs could do this?<br /><br />I could have used this song during high school.<br /><br /><strong>8. “So Close, So Far” – Hoobastank (<u>For(n)ever</u>, 2009) </strong><br /><br />At first, I thought the song sounded kind of stalker-ish, but Doug Robb (the singer) says the song is about the people across the world fighting to keep the peace. Whatever it’s about, I can dig it.<br /><br /><strong>9. “Eternally Missed” – Muse (“Hysteria” Single B-side, 2003)<br /></strong><br />In my opinion, this B-side really should have made it onto <u>Absolution</u>, Muse’s 2003 album; however, I don’t work for a record label. That probably says something right there.<br /><br />Whatever. I love it. So :P on you.<br /><br /><strong>10. “Safe” – Travis (<u>The Invisible Band</u>, 2001) </strong><br /><br />Anything I say about Travis would be paltry and inadequate because this band is just PHENOMENAL.<br /><br /><strong>11. “Angels on the Moon” – Thriving Ivory (<u>Thriving Ivory</u>, 2008)<br /></strong><br />I love the lyrics in this song. This one gets the A+ for lyrics. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">** I figured out who the lead singer reminds me of: a cross between a young Axel Rose and Gavin DeGraw. COOL!<br /><br /><strong>12. “Killing in the Name” – Rage Against the Machine (<u>Rage Against the Machine</u>, 1992) </strong><br /><br />I don’t know if my list has a theme or what, but whatever the theme is, this song surely deviates from it. But it’s RATM! Come ON! They rock! </span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">I</span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"> </span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">wasn't going to mention the uh, language because again, come on, it's Rage Against the Machine! But for you people who have been living under a ROCK and never heard of RATM, well, they say naughty words. A lot.<br /><br /><strong>13. “Fake It” – Seether (<u>Finding Beauty in Negative Spaces</u>, 2007)<br /></strong><br />LOVE THIS. Beware of language though. You may not want to play this around kids or uber-religious types. (I’m just sayin’.)<br /><br />Fun fact: This band is from South Africa.<br /><br /><strong>14. “Little Pieces” – Gomez (<u>A New Tide</u>, 2009) </strong><br /><br />This album is literally brand new, released March 31, 2009. I don’t know if this is going to be released as a single or not, but this song is fantastic.<br /><br /><strong>15. “Black Metallic” – Catherine Wheel (<u>Ferment</u>, 1992)<br /></strong><br />I seem to have saved the best for last. Rock on!<br /><br />As Ned Flanders would say, this song ro-diddly-ocks. A common misconception is that this is about a woman: not so, fair reader, for this song is about a car.<br /><br />Fun fact: front man Rob Dickinson is cousin to Bruce Dickinson. Yes, THAT Bruce Dickinson of Iron Maiden. (Another rockin’ band!)<br /><br /><strong>Honorable Mention: “The Killing Angel” – Demophon (unreleased)<br /></strong><br />I’m including this song on my list as an honorable mention because I love it. The only reason it didn’t make the 15: I don’t have it on my iPod because it is still unreleased and therefore limited to the myspace website. (check it out at: </span><a href="http://www.myspace.com/demophonmusic"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;">www.myspace.com/demophonmusic</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">)<br /><br /><strong>All right then!</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">After reviewing my list, I’ve noticed that a good portion of the bands are from England & Scotland. I don’t know what they put in the water over there, but so many AWESOME bands are British. Maybe I should move to England…</span></p>Mellicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14886925609885198573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779554457147382032.post-61916402579631400742009-03-18T21:49:00.000-07:002009-03-18T21:55:13.929-07:00My thoughtful spot<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">I am a sports car type of girl. I loved my Mustang and, almost a year after trading it in, am still in active mourning for it. I love my Jetta, too, but it’s not a sports car so it’s a different kind of love. I have never wanted a truck or even an SUV. I’m just not that kind of girl.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">But for the first time in my life, today I wished I had a truck. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Why the sudden change of heart, you might ask.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">I was feeling very pensive and a little blue this evening and needed to go sort some things out in my head. Possibly have a good cry, even. I needed to just sit and think without any distractions – other than Muse, of course.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">One cool thing I discovered very early on in Las Vegas is the airport. (Yes, I know. Of all the things in Vegas, I write about the airport.) The neat thing about McCarran International is that on one of the streets running next to the runways, there is a little parking lot where you can pull off and watch the planes take off and land. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">I have always loved planes – military, commercial, private, you name it; I love it as long as it’s an airplane. Maybe it has something to do with my dad being in the Air Force; I don’t know. But I love planes.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">So I go to that little parking lot to watch the airplanes when I’m feeling sad, pensive, or lonely. It’s therapeutic, really, and after an hour or so of my “therapy,” I’m usually okay.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><br />But today, my thoughtful spot was no good. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">There is a ton of construction going down at McCarran and a lot of it is going on at the runways. From my thoughtful spot, all I could see were parked tanker trucks, piles and piles of rubble and building materials, and cranes. Of the few planes landing at that time, the only parts of the planes I could see were the tails. That’s not the tail I want to see. (hah!)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">After a few minutes of that, I decided to try my backup thoughtful spot in Anthem. After driving all the way to Anthem from the airport, I was dismayed to discover that my backup has been paved over and made into houses. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">What does this have to do with the sudden urge for a truck? I wanted to go into the desert and do some rough driving. I wanted to do what I still call “off-roading”, but what other people call “four-wheeling” or “muddin’.” I wanted to find a new thoughtful spot, or at least a temporary one to stand in until the construction at the airport is done. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Alas, I do not have a truck, but my lovely Jetta and I was not about to take that into the desert. So I have not had a chance to be all pensive and do my thinking, and more than likely, have a good cleansing cry. Gas is still too expensive to just drive aimlessly, and with a potential crying jag on the horizon, I didn't want to be driving and crying at the same time.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Does anyone have a thoughtful spot that they wouldn’t mind sharing until mine’s back? :(</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><br />Wanted: One thoughtful spot. Must be Jetta-friendly. Apply within.</span>Mellicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14886925609885198573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779554457147382032.post-9089901955348923892009-03-17T22:35:00.000-07:002009-03-17T22:57:12.120-07:00Cold Turkey<div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">RULES</span><br /><div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">4. Have Fun!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">and here we go.....!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">“The Metal” (Tenacious D)<br /><br />Um. Okay. I’m totally going to say that from now on.<br />“Are you okay, Melodye?” they’ll say.<br />“The Meeeeehtal, man,” I’ll reply.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">“Underneath the Sky” (Oasis) </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></div></span><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">This can totally work with the above answer. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Observe:<br />“Are you okay, Melodye?”<br />“I’m Underneath the Sky so I’m pretty The Metal today.”<br />See? It’s perfect.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">“Yeah!” (Usher)<br /><br />I guess I’m tryin’ to get a little V-I cause on a one-to-ten he's a certified twenty…</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">“Mr. Blue” (Garth Brooks)<br /><br />Very fitting. It would be even more fitting if it was “Ms. Blue” as I am, after all, a female.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">“I’m All Alone” (Spamalot)<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Gah! I hope not! </span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">“Surfin’ Safari” (Beach Boys)</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">I can’t swim, but okay. Surf’s up dude!</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">“Why Should I Be Sad” (Britney Spears)<br /><br />I hope this doesn’t mean that my friends don’t think I have anything to be sad about. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">“Dinner is Served” (Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest)</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">A hahahahahaha! Oh that is just PERFECT! LOL, it works on soooo many levels!</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">“Like a Stone” (Audioslave)<br /><br />Collecting rocks? Stoning someone? Getting stoned? </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>WHAT IS 2 + 2?</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">“Know Your Rights” (The Clash)<br /><br />There is no LAW that 2 + 2 always has to equal 4, dang it! I know my rights! Good DAY sir!<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">“Mickey” (Toni Basil)<br /><br />I have no idea how this fits my best friends. I don’t get it. None of them are overly made-up 80s cheerleaders.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">“A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall” (Bob Dylan)<br /><br />I don’t have the hardest life, but some parts have not exactly been the easiest. I have been known to slur my words in a Dylan-esque fashion, too, so I’ll give this the old two thumbs up.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314401672457058930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5vGcX4wAFdKf9PSyP47FyfQ6D3MvzTjl-1BbVL_c29tErWpbXB_0ZTPwm-A2lZeIF1-cCApZaRzXHuSQGKACRXnII1z4vS94HM-lYz-Oz5wH6c-W7_HImNFhrZy6KO-x-h5l3mNvPL2mq/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">“Why Don’t We Do It In the Road” (The Beatles)<br /><br />Does this mean I want to be an exhibitionist??? … Okay, I can dig it. </span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">“Dancing Queen” (Abba)<br /><br />I don’t even have anything snappy to say to this. It’s too funny. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">"Unintended" (Muse)<br /><br />How awesome! I LOVE that song!!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">“I Like That” (Houston)<br /><br />Does that mean that people will like that I’m dead? Or does that mean that I’ll like that I’m dead? Or will it just be played to get a rockin’ dance party going? Because I’ll come back for that. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><br /><strong>WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">“Do You Sleep” (Lisa Loeb)<br /><br />I'm clapping right now. iTunes has hit it right on the head with this one: I do like a nice long nap.<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">“Wrack My Brain” (Ringo Starr)<br /><br />This is true: I’m deathly afraid of terrible disco songs by former Beatles. Get it away, get it away!<br />(Sorry Ringo. You’re still my favorite Beatle. But this song is truly, madly, deeply terrible.)<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">“Flaws and All” (Beyonce)<br /><br />This one I have no arguments with. I AM a TOTAL biz in the morning. And during the day. And at night.<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">“Who Feels Love” (Oasis)<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Who couldn’t use some lovin’?? </span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">“Enter the Circus” (Christina Aguilera)<br /><br />It’s like iTunes…KNOWS me or something. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">“Cold Turkey” (John Lennon)<br /><br />Rock on, brotha man.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(Once again, I take the easy way out and avoid doing a real blog.)</span></div></div></div>Mellicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14886925609885198573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779554457147382032.post-70917860377039115532009-03-16T22:41:00.000-07:002009-03-16T22:59:15.921-07:00Things I have done during my lifetime<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">This is an incomplete list, as I fully expect to accomplish more of these in my lifetime. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Things you have done during your lifetime (plus comments, as necessary):</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Gone on a blind date</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Donated Blood</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Skipped school</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Watched someone die</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Been to Canada</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Been to Mexico</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Been to Florida</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Been to Hawaii</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Ran out of gas while driving</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Been on a plane</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Broken the law</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Been on a helicopter</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Been lost</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Gone to Washington, DC</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Hugged a homeless person</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Swam in the ocean</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Swam with Stingrays </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(I don't know that I want to, after what happened to the Crocodile Hunter...)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Been sailing in the ocean</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Cried yourself to sleep</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Lived in more than one state</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Played cops and robbers</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Done a back flip on a trampoline</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Recently colored with crayons</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Gone on a diet</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Ran a marathon</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Made a life-long friend</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(I hope that I have. I haven't exactly finished living my life yet, so I don't know who is lifelong and who isn't...)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Sang Karaoke</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Volunteered at a soup kitchen</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Been ice fishing</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Paid for a meal with coins only</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Been to the top of the St. Louis Arch</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Seen the Northern Lights</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Been Parasailing</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Been on TV</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Learned to play an instrument well</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(I was excited until I saw the "well" part)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Made prank phone calls</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Fallen hopelessly in love</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Been down Bourbon Street in New Orleans</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Fed an elephant</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Caught a snowflake on your tongue</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Had a child</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Fired a gun</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Danced in the rain</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Been to the Opera</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Written a letter to Santa Claus</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Serenaded someone</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Seen a U.S.President in person</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Been kissed under the mistletoe</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Been to Africa</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Watched the sunrise with someone</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Driven a race car</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Been to a National Museum</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Dyed your hair</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Been to a Wax Museum</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Seen Mount Rushmore</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Eaten caviar</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Broken a bone</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(Just toes. Nothing too serious - which is surprising, as I'm a world class klutz.)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Blown bubbles</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Gone ice-skating</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Been scuba diving/snorkeling</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Gone to the movies</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Been deep sea fishing</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Driven across the United States</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Been in a hot air balloon</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Been sky diving</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(I TOTALLY want to though!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Gone snowmobiling</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Lived in more than one country</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Learned a foreign language</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(It doesn't say fluently!!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Lay down outside at night and admired the stars while listening to the crickets</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Seen a falling star and made a wish</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Enjoyed the beauty of Old Faithful Geyser</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Seen the Grand Canyon</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Seen the Statue of Liberty</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Gone to the top of Seattle Space Needle</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Been on a cruise</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Traveled by train</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Traveled by motorcycle</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Been horse back riding</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Ridden on a San Francisco cable car</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Been to Disneyland OR Disney World</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Truly believe in the power of prayer</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Been in a rain forest</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(A Washington state rainforest - it still counts!! It's just not tropical!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Seen whales in the ocean</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Been to Niagara Falls</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Ridden on an elephant</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Swam with dolphins</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Been to the Olympics</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Walked on the Great Wall of China</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Saw and heard a glacier calf</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Been spinnaker flying</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Been water-skiing/wakeboarding</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Been snow-skiing/snowboarding</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Been to Westminster Abbey</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Been to the Louvre</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Swam in the Mediterranean</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(Someday, I will do those things. Someday...)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Been to a Major League Baseball game</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Been to a National Football League game</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Been Married</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Been Divorced</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Swam with sharks</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(and I would do that WHY???)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Been White Water Rafting</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(X) Seen a Broadway show</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(Just not ON Broadway)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">( ) Written a book or screen play</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">I don't really know why I did this and posted this on here. I'm not even going to announce or shamelessly self-promote this entry as I usually do.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">I guess I really just don't want to do my homework. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Peace out, yall!</span>Mellicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14886925609885198573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779554457147382032.post-6541866496998933242009-03-12T21:40:00.000-07:002009-03-12T21:54:56.633-07:00There I go, thinking again...<p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Here are a few thoughts of mine while I’m writing my special expose’ about strippers. I know you’re all super-excited and can’t wait for that entry, but my dears, you’ll just have to be patient.<br /><br />1. I was doing a search for a hot picture of Matt Bellamy (that’s redundant isn’t it?? I mean, come on, have you seen the man?! So pretty…) to put as my background on my work computer today and while typing in Matt’s name, there was a Google suggestion of “Matthew Bellamy’s girlfriend.” Me being the naturally curious person that I am – rather like a cat – I followed the suggestion and was somewhat surprised to find that the suggestion yielded truthful results.<br /><br />Upon viewing said girlfriend of Hottie Rock Star, I had my “aha” moment. Because Chicky-babe is SUH-MOKIN’ hot. (I am comfortable with my sexuality to be able to appreciate another woman’s smoking hotness.) My surprise vanished and I was left temporarily heartbroken.<br /><br />Why was I heartbroken, you may ask? Surely Melodye, you should know that the chances of meeting a celebrity are slim and the chances of dating said celebrity are even slimmer, you might say. I’m well aware of the practically non-existent odds, okay. I’m not NAÏVE. (Maybe I am, a little. But I think it could be endearing.) <br /><br />It’s just…well, I don’t think I’m alone if I say that I have this fantasy of meeting one of the men on my List, him falling truly, madly, deeply in love with me and ditching his model girlfriend and running away to Paris with me. I think a lot of people have that fantasy about the people on their Lists.<br /><br />And PS: why do ALL of the men on my list have model girlfriends? That must be proof of my extremely good taste in men. (Don’t look at me like that. You knew going into this that I have a big ego.)<br /><br />Sigh. C’est la vie, right?<br /><br />2. Who came up with the idea of making the response to an error message be “OK”? What if the error is not okay? It is not okay if Internet Explorer suffers a fatal error and has to shut down. It is not okay if my computer has to restart because of something that the <u>software</u> did. And it is <strong>NOT</strong> okay if Word stops responding and I lose my midterm paper after being up all night working on it. (And don’t give me that “you should save every 5 minutes” crap. That’s what auto-save is for. Bite me.)<br /><br />I think a more appropriate response to an error message would be “Fine.” Why “fine” you ask? <br /><br />Well, as I have mentioned <a href="http://richncreamy.blogspot.com/2009/01/dating-101.html">before</a>, if someone (especially a woman) says they are “fine”, that means that they are the exact opposite of “fine.” “Fine” really means “Bob, get the kids into the minivan because the world is about to come to an end.” Hearing someone say that they are fine should get your spider senses tingling and your self-preservation instinct should be set at “flee”. <br /><br />If my extensive and ridiculous hyperboles have failed to drive the point home to you: “Fine” means <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DEFCON_2">DEFCON One</a>. (Cue the scary music: dun dun DUN!)<br /><br />That is why, my pretties, “Fine” would be a better error message response. This way, the computer knows that you’re pissed off; but you know that there’s nothing you can do because the computer’s going to do whatever the hell it wants to do regardless of your feelings. </span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></p><p>I think that Microsoft and Apple should consider my idea. It would be an improvement. I'm waiting for their calls.<br /><br />3. I feel like I should clear something up after that last point. Saying that someone is “fine” is perfectly okay. That is a compliment. Compliments are good. Should I use it in a sentence for you so you understand? Okay. I can do that.<br /><br />“Melodye, you are FINE.” Or: “Melodye, you are a fine example of womanly beauty.”<br /><br />Do you see the distinction? Good. Those are excellent examples of “fine” usage. <br /><br />4. My ten-year high school reunion is coming up. I don’t feel like that can possibly true. I swear to you that I was just walking across that stage, getting my high school diploma, and screaming with my friends.<br /><br />Am I going to my high school reunion?<br /><br />Is the Pope Jewish? (HAH! You thought I was going to say “Catholic” didn’t you. Psyched you out, sucker.)<br /><br />No WAY am I going to that. Why would I want to go back and see all the people that used to make fun of me? I got made fun of a LOT in high school. <br /><br />But Melodye, that was ten years ago and you’ve changed – heck, they’ve changed! You could say that. You could be right. I should probably just get over it. Forgive and forget.<br /><br />I’m not going.<br /><br />5. I just saw a commercial for the DVD release of “Twilight.” Wal-Mart is making a big deal about having the movie available for sale at 12:01 am on March 21st. Now, okay. (Fine. Hehe)<br /><br />I enjoyed the movie very much – I was there for the midnight premiere the day it opened in theaters. I was crazy exhausted at work the next day, but it was SO MUCH FUN. I went and saw the movie again, the night before Thanksgiving. (I did have some issues with the movie but that’s not the point of this.)<br /><br /><strong>However. </strong><br /><br />I find the attempt to recreate the same hype and excitement for the DVD release as was created for the theatrical release to be lame and pathetic.<br /><br />There. I’ve said it. I regret nothing!</span></p>Mellicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14886925609885198573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779554457147382032.post-62441242916537346442009-03-11T21:35:00.000-07:002009-03-11T21:59:37.829-07:00The most wonderful time of the year...<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">These are on sale!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312155576102091970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAa3MmbZuvPbRQ5gUn4DGSHN-hMSOZMZdCnmg2eRh_UokH2H-uZ05DEl5UbJyKz43qdHjPCCSe0vds5Kv9iwBPsbGuo7ATnvJQj8OPVWHTVkXrfzz33sXHgoRWzVaupTHoJb0ZAUG1fWvz/s320/Minieggs.JPG" border="0" /> </p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">I LOVE this candy. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">It only comes once a year for Easter and then the government takes it away again. We'll all be depressed and it will be a sad day when it's gone, although not so much for me because I usually stock up on this fantastically amazing candy. So I'll be eating the candy of the gods in August, while dear reader, you will be despondent because you, like the idiot grasshopper, did not hoard your supply for the long, dark winter.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">And don't think I'll be like the benevolent ants in that story or whatever those nasty bugs were. Oh no. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">To quote Jack Handey: Just as bees will swarm about to protect their nest so will I 'swarm about' to protect my nest of chocolate eggs.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Buy your own Mini-eggs. These are mine.</span></p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">It's The Most Wonderful Time </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">It's The Most Wonderful Time </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Yeeeeaaaaarrrrrrrr!</span>Mellicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14886925609885198573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779554457147382032.post-61817111760954384362009-03-09T21:21:00.000-07:002009-03-09T21:25:28.769-07:00My love-hate relationship with Facebook...<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Melodye is on the phone. 11:30 am<br />Melodye is eating lunch. 12:33 pm<br />Melodye is at work. 12:36 pm</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">I’m not going to lie or front: I love Facebook. I’m so addicted to it. I’m constantly checking my account to see if anyone has messaged me, commented on my status, or written on my wall. I love that I have been able to reconnect with my cousins whom I rarely see and friends from different eras in my life. I enjoy seeing pictures of children, spouses, pets, and fun places people have traveled to.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Pretty much my only beef is this. There is a plague running amuck on Facebook. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">It’s called <strong>FISUD</strong>: Frequent Inane Status Update Disorder. It should be added to the ICD-IX soon. (look for it.)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">I’m sorry, but I do not need to know when a person is out of string cheese, enjoying a vanilla-scented candle, or waiting for their BFF to call, all within a fifteen minute period. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Do not think I am exaggerating, fair reader: nay, but I speak the truth when I say I saw that sequence of status updates once upon a Wednesday.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">I realize that I’m probably going to get upset comments, maybe even lose some Facebook friends because of this. So don’t get me wrong: I like seeing status updates. They’re entertaining, fun, and a good insight on people.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">I’m guilty of inane status update disorder, too. I’m prone to adapt movie quotes or song lyrics and see how many people can figure out what I’m quoting. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">But, correct me if I’m wrong: I think that maybe, just MAYBE there is a difference between a movie quote once every few hours or more, as opposed to “Melodye is eating a muffin,” followed closely by “Melodye is flossing her teeth.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Right?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">I need to get back to my paper about strippers and my adventure going to the strip club for a school project. Which, now that I think about it, may be worthy of a blog write-up soon. I’ll get on that. Really.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Tomorrow’s status update: Melodye has been tackled by the Hulk and put in a sleeper hold for making fun of FISUD-afflicted Facebook friends.</span>Mellicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14886925609885198573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779554457147382032.post-23535848907791724942009-02-22T11:04:00.001-08:002009-02-22T11:36:59.513-08:00In which I take the easy way out...<p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">It's been awhile since I posted. My most humble, abject, and SINCERE apologies.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;">Not really. I'm busy, you know.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;">That being said, I'm taking the easy way out and posting a survey. Have fun.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;">Annnnnnd....we're off!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Not that I know of. Mom got the "unique" spelling of my name from the Prologue of Canterbury Tales, though.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? last night while watching "My Girl". I forgot how sad that freaking movie is.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? meh</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCHMEAT? chicken salad from Panera</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? none that I know of</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU ? I don't know. I'm kind of mean sometimes.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">7.DO YOU USE SARCASM? Noooooo.....have you ever met me???</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yes</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? yep! </span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Cap'n Crunch with Crunchberries, Frosted Mini-wheats, and Lucky Charms</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES BEFORE YOU TAKE THEM OFF? I don't really wear the type of shoes you untie</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">12.WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICECREAM? The Ben and Jerry ice creams that were inspired by John Lennon and Stephen Colbert</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">13. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? eyes, smile, and hair</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">14. RED OR PINK? both!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">15. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOUR SELF? my sweet tooth</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">16. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? anyone I don't get to see often enough</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">17. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO COMPLETE THIS LIST ? I don't care</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">18. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR PANTS AND SHOES YOU ARE WEARING? pink pajama pants and black fuzzy slippers</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">19. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? nothing</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">20. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON ,WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? red</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">21. FAVORITE SMELL? cookies baking, yummy cologne, and rain</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">22. WHO WAS THE PERSON YOU TALKED TO LAST ON THE PHONE? I dunno</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">23. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON THAT SENT THIS TO YOU ? Yes</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">24. HAIR COLOR? multicolored</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">25. EYE COLOR? green</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">26. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Yes</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">27. FAVORITE FOOD? Italian</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">28. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? both!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">29.LAST MOVIE WATCHED? "The Magic Christian" on DVD and "Shopaholic" in the theater</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">30. WHAT IS THE COLOR OF THE SHIRT YOU ARE WEARING? gray</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">31. SUMMER OR WINTER? I like both</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">32. HUGS OR KISSES? both, depending on who is delivering</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">33. FAVORITE DESSERT? tiramisu and cheesecake</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">34.MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? no one, since it's my blog</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">35.LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? see above</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">36. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING RIGHT NOW? "The Undercover Economist" by Tim Harford, "The Wealth of Nations" by Adam Smith, and "Atlas Shrugged" by Ayn Rand</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">37. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? don't have one</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">38. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT? I watched some DVDs before heading to the UNLV-BYU game</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">39. FAVORITE SOUNDS? music and my nephew laughing</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">40. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Beatles, Beatles, Beatles!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">41. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE EVER BEEN FROM HOME? Washington DC. I need to get out more.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">42. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT ? I have been told I'm a decent singer</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">43. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Tucson, AZ</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">44. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK? no one</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">45. HOW DID YOU MEET YOUR SPOUSE /SIGNIFICANT OTHER? I'm single</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">46. IS THE CUP HALF FULL OR HALF EMPTY? I just want to know where the hell the rest of my soda is.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">47. IF YOU COULD SIT DOWN TO DINNER WITH FIVE PEOPLE WHO WOULD YOU PICK? Joseph Smith Jr, John Lennon, Johnny Depp, Britney Spears, and Anne Boleyn - what an interesting dinner THAT would be!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">48. IF YOU COULD REDO YOUR YOUNGER YEARS WOULD YOU ? I would go back and apply myself at school, but other than that, no. I've learned too many valuable lessons.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">49. WHAT DO YOU LOVE ABOUT YOURSELF THE MOST? I'm fairly easy-going and when I want to, I can really turn on the charm.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">50. ANIMAL PERSON OR NOT AN ANIMAL PERSON? I love animals</span></p><p>**Sorry, no playlist this time. </p>Mellicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14886925609885198573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779554457147382032.post-30767532561848205622009-02-03T22:46:00.000-08:002009-02-03T23:06:49.301-08:00Seinfeld in Blog Form<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">This post has no point. So don’t think it’s going to be particularly enlightening. It’s kind of the blog equivalent to Seinfeld. It’s a post about nothing. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Ye be forewarned.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Two funny things happened this week: </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">1. As mentioned before, I am sadly lacking in interpretation skills. This is not limited to music lyrics, but also poetry and symbolism. Sadly, symbolism is lost on me. I’m not so great with the symbolism, which is why I remain silent on that subject matter whenever it’s brought up. (It’s also one reason why I’m not great with Isaiah and Revelations in the Bible.) </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Ladies and gentlemen for your viewing pleasure: Exhibit A, this recent exchange between my mom and I after reading <u>The Kite Runner</u> by Khaled Hosseini (spoilers ahead) (fantastic book, by the way):</span><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Mom: I found it interesting how Amir’s father paid for Hassan’s harelip to be fixed when Amir and Hassan were young and how ironic it was that Amir’s lip was scarred in the same way as a harelip while fighting to free Hassan’s son from slavery. What did you think about the symbolism of that?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Melodye: [blank stare] I thought…it was…very symbolic... becauseofthesymbolism.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Mom: [silence, as she looks at me in disbelief, then walks away.]</span> </span></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(There was no slack-jawed drooling.)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Poor Mom. First her kids make fun of her stamp collection and then she can’t even have a basic literary discussion with her daughter. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">I paraphrased what Mom said, by the way. My short-term memory is not what it used to be and my mom is a very smart lady and can put sentences better much more cromulently than I can. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">You’d think Mom would have learned her lesson from that unfortunate exchange but Mom tried again. This time it was about philosophy. I will spare you the gory details. Suffice to say that it was PAINFUL. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">2. Another highlight of my week so far: tripping over my own two feet in the middle of the Student Union. It wouldn't have been so bad, except that it was five minutes after classes let out and it was PACKED. I got a lot of whistles, laughs, and various versions of "Way to go!" Oh well. Maybe I'll get a funny nickname like "That One Girl Who Trips Over Nothing" or "Trip Girl" for short.<br /><br />On the upside, here is what I’m listening to this week:<br /><br />1. “Thinking of You” by Katy Perry<br />2. “Not As We” by Alanis Morrisette<br />3. “If I Were a Boy” by Beyonce<br />4. “Twisted Transistor” by Korn<br />5. “Sober” by Pink<br />6. “Forever” by Chris Brown<br />7. “You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid” by The Offspring<br />8. “In My Place” by Coldplay<br />9. “Heart Songs” by Weezer<br />10. “Second Chance” by Shinedown<br />11. “I’m Outta Time” by Oasis<br />12. “Disturbia” by Rihanna<br />13. “Eye of the Tiger” by Survivor<br />14. “Untouched” by The Veronicas<br />15. “Paper Planes” by M.I.A.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="color:#000000;">No Muse. I'm shocked.</span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Peace, love, and chocolate.</span>Mellicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14886925609885198573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779554457147382032.post-23768712290124462052009-01-27T23:11:00.000-08:002009-01-27T23:22:14.831-08:00Music Appreciation<span style="color:#000000;">With a name like Melodye, I suppose it was inevitable that I should wind up loving music. I collect music. I collect it like some people collect Hummel figurines, shot glasses, and the way my mom collects stamps. (yeah, my mom has a stamp collection. My brother, sister, and I all love to tease her about it.)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I love listening to the way the melodies (heh) and harmonies all weave together to form the music. I love a strong pounding bass line and drums. I love how music can instantly change your mood – how a fast song can make you feel like dancing, a hard heavy metal can make you feel like a rock star, and how slow piano music can instantly calm you down. I love feeling the texture of my favorite songs. (Yes, music has a texture. If you don’t get it, talk to me. I’ll educate you.)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I also love words. I enjoy finding a new word and rolling it around my mouth; getting used to and savoring the taste of it in my mouth like a piece of new and exotic chocolate. I like to use new words in my daily conversation and continue on my quest to find even more new words to fall in love with. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">But I’m not so good with lyric interpretation. My appreciation of song lyrics mainly goes towards the arrangement of words. As a [wannabe] writer, I enjoy the way the words are combined and how the songwriter chose to put the words together. John Lennon, Noel Gallagher, Matthew Bellamy, and Brandon Flowers are some of my favorite songwriters because of the words they choose and how they’re arranged. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">My appreciation also extends to the way the song makes me feel, the way the song makes me think, to the picture that is made in my head when I hear it. I enjoy the imagery that words produce in my mind. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Again, as a wannabe writer (of songs, books, articles, you name it), I wish my writing could compare to the writing of these three songs:</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">1. This is a recent discovery of mine, thanks to a good friend.<br /><br />There's a shark shaped fin<br />In the water of my dreams<br />An alligator screams from the depths there<br />I'd swim with you there</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I'd swim with you there, yeah yeah</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">In the house that I use</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">There's a psycho on the loose</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">He's playing with the fuse of a bomb there</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I could live with you there</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I could live with you there</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Bye bye long day</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I need to sleep so much</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">You shine on me</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Too much is not enough</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">On the sheets and pillow case</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">In my bed for heaven's sake</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">The devil's dancing until late in my head there</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">But I could sleep with you there</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I could sleep with you there</span><br /><em><span style="color:#000000;">Fripp – Catherine Wheel</span></em><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">WOW! Holy CRAP do I love these lyrics. “There’s a shark shaped fin in the water of my dreams.” I’m not so hot with the symbolism but can’t you just picture a nightmare coming at you in those words? Can I just tell you how much I wish I’d written that?? </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">2. John Lennon. Need I say more?<br /><br />Living is easy with eyes closed</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Misunderstanding all you see.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">It’s getting hard to be someone.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">But it all works out,</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">It doesn’t matter much to me.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Let me take you down,</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">‘Cos I’m going to Strawberry Fields.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Nothing is real</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">And nothing to get hungabout.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Strawberry Fields forever.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">No one I think is in my tree,</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I mean it must be high or low.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">That is you can’t you know tune in.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">But it’s all right.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">That is I think it’s not too bad…<br /><em>Strawberry Fields Forever – The Beatles</em><br /><br />This is a John Lennon special; almost no help from Paul on this one (if any). I do get the symbolism in this one (thanks to my Beatles appreciation class at UNLV – most fun class ever!). I love how John is saying no one really gets him; he’s either so smart that no one can keep up with him, or so dumb that no one would bother trying to understand him. I also love the line about living is easy with your eyes closed and misunderstanding all you see. (Okay, we all know that I’m a major Beatles fan.)<br /><br />3. From the album that inspired Sgt. Pepper…<br /><br />I may not always love you</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">But long as there are stars above you</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">You never need to doubt it</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I’ll make you so sure about it</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">God only knows what I’d be without you</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">If you should ever leave me</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Though life would still go on believe me</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">The world could show nothing to me</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">So what good would living do me</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">God only knows what I’d be without you</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">God only knows what I’d be without you</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">If you should ever leave me</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Well life would still go on believe me</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">The world could show nothing to me</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">So what good would living do me<br /><em>God Only Knows – The Beach Boys</em><br /><br />Yes, the same Boys who brought you <em>Surfin’ USA</em> and <em>Fun, Fun, Fun</em>. I truly love this song. The pure emotion in this song brought tears to my eyes the first time I heard it. The speaker in the song is unabashed and unashamed to demonstrate the love he/she has for their significant other. (I’m being politically correct here. How am I doing?) Brian Wilson (the Beach Boy who authored the song) is a genius. ‘Nuff said.<br /><br />There are many songs that I wish I could have written: these are but a few. I don't wish I had written these songs for the monetary rewards (though that would be welcome), but for the level of depth and emotion that are conveyed through the arrangement of commonplace words. None of the words used in these songs are particularly fancy or difficult – but because of the context and feeling behind the placement, the words have become more meaningful.<br /><br />Rock on. (but really listen to the lyrics too.)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#666666;">**These lyrics were NOT used with permission from their respective writers/estates, however: I lay no claim to these wonderful songs and hope that all who read this humble article will take my use in the spirit that it is intended.</span>Mellicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14886925609885198573noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779554457147382032.post-76479152367265412462009-01-22T22:09:00.000-08:002009-01-22T22:45:02.299-08:00In which I shamelessly beg for your help<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">I've made it an unofficial policy of mine not to use this blog in a shameless manner. I don’t think anyone really wants to read about my political beliefs. But I’m going to take this time to ask for your help. <br /><br />Nevada education is in serious trouble. Due to the current state of the economy, the governor is proposing massive cuts in education to help balance the state's budget. These proposed cuts would cause massive tuition increases, layoffs of teachers and staff, fewer available classes, and elimination of degree programs. These proposed cuts not only endanger higher education in Nevada, but also elementary and secondary education. Again, that means much less money for teachers, increased class sizes, and other catastrophic changes. Schools are still reeling from budget cuts in 2007.<br /><br />I, and so many of my friends here, attend Nevada colleges - I attend University of Nevada, Las Vegas and am majoring in Economics. I know a lot of teachers in the Clark County School District – many of them are my friends, too. My friends’ jobs are in danger because of the governor’s “solution” to Nevada’s budget problems. Some of my friends’ degree programs are first on the chopping block. My major is in danger, as well (which really doesn’t make sense. We need MORE economists now than ever!)<br /><br />You Nevada residents who aren’t in college or don’t have any kids in school can’t afford to be complacent. Example: one dollar that the state puts into UNLV generates $4.50 in the local economy. That’s not counting the College of Southern Nevada or Nevada State College. That’s not including University of Nevada, Reno. That’s not including the community colleges in the smaller towns throughout the rest of the state. There is real economic growth in danger, if these budget cuts are passed. <br /><br />Nevada is 49th in the nation in education. Nevada has one of the highest drop-out rates. Why, then, is the governor taking AWAY from education? Shouldn’t he be putting more INTO education? If it were me, I’d be embarrassed to be the governor of a state with such terrible statistics. These budget cuts are making Nevada education worth even less than it already is.<br /><br />In a few short years, my niece and nephew will be attending Nevada schools. Some of you may have children that already attend these schools. Some of you may be alumni of Nevada schools. Do you want your children to attend schools that have been chipped away at until there is nothing left? Do you want your Nevada college degree to be worthless?<br /><br />I’m urging you – no, I’m begging you. Please go to </span><a href="http://www.savenevadastudents.org/"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">www.savenevadastudents.org</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"> and send the form letter to both your Assembly and Senate representatives. It does not take very long to do and there is a link to help you locate your representatives, if you don’t know who they are. I know that I have readers – please don’t count on someone else to make a stand. Stand with the rest of us.<br /><br />These budget cuts should not, must not, and cannot happen. And with your help, I have faith that they will not happen. <br /><br />To my faithful readers – don’t worry. The hilarity, wacky, and zany posts will resume soon.</span>Mellicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14886925609885198573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779554457147382032.post-78566600419391248032009-01-16T23:03:00.000-08:002009-01-16T23:18:41.816-08:00Some original poetry...<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">What with starting classes this week, buying some new SUPER FUN toys, and dealing with the evil bitch flu from hell, I haven't had time to write anything funny, insightful, or enlightening. Hopefully you will all forgive me, especially with this offering.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">I wrote this for my Western Lit class last semester and (of course) got a resounding A+++ on it. A little background: I had to do a research paper on Candide by Voltaire. I, being the notorious procrastinator that I am, left most of it until the last minute (being November 4th, as it was due November 5th.) (I also got a resounding A+++ on that paper as well. Mad writing skills, yall.) </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Enjoy!</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">The Server</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Once upon a weeknight weary, while I surfed the web, oh nearly<br />did I find what I was searching for.<br />While the mouse clicked, quickly I picked<br />something that might maybe fit, fit what I was searching for.<br />One more reference is what I was searching for,<br />this I needed and nothing more.<br /><br />Oh how dreary that November; blocked it out, but I remember<br />the paper I was researching for.<br />How I wished I’d started sooner and not gone to see that crooner,<br />but I was up with the lunar, lunar part of November four.<br />It seemed I’d been up for forever on that long dark day of four,<br />trying to find what I was searching for.<br /><br />Suddenly a link looked right, and though the monitor was bright,<br />I double-clicked to load the page I’d been searching all night for.<br />Eagerly I sat there waiting, excitedly anticipating,<br />but at the same time I was hating, hating what I was looking for.<br />When the page stopped: not what I’d been searching for,<br />quoth the server, 404.<br /><br />“What?” said I, refreshing, “network timeout, I am guessing.<br />It must be here, the site I’m searching for.”<br />Faster then my heart was beating, faster still the mouse was speeding,<br />almost crying I was pleading, pleading with the gods of yore.<br />Let it be there, let me find this page I’m searching for:<br />said the server, 404.<br /><br />“There’s no way this link is broken,” in disbelief this phrase was spoken,<br />“This error message is mistaken; keep from me that 404.”<br />Quietly the laptop hummed, loudly then my heartbeat drummed.<br />Steadily I grew more bummed, bummed more than I was before.<br />“Please!” I cried, “I need some more of Voltaire’s lore!”<br />Still the server: 404.<br /><br />“You wretched thing!” I swore, “with this bad news that you bring,<br />now show the page I’m searching for!”<br />Then my eyes, they started stinging, as the pop-up kept on pinging.<br />Without mercy it was ringing, ringing for this page no more.<br />One more time, I tried the page, hopeless to my very core –<br />mocked the server: 404.<br /><br />This so ends my tale of woe, lovingly ripped off from Edgar Poe,<br />I never found the page my search was for.<br />And now my sadness has turned to madness,<br />wrought upon me by mere gladness, gladness from that 404.<br />Now I hide inside my room, locked behind a heavy door,<br />here I stay, forever more.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">(If you didn't figure it out, it's a parody of Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven". )</span><br /><br />**I'd like to thank Edgar Allen Poe for his unauthorized, unwitting, and I'm sure, unwanted use and unholy butchering of his masterpiece. Thanks Ed!Mellicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14886925609885198573noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779554457147382032.post-57146714554456892322009-01-13T22:14:00.000-08:002009-01-13T22:19:14.896-08:00I have a terrible secret...<span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I have a terrible, shameful secret to confess to y’all. This is so much worse than when I confessed to my addiction to Guitar Hero; much worse than my desire to have one of my future offspring be able to belch the entire alphabet in one go; and a little bit worse than my continuing to play late 90s boy band music. </span><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I am so embarrassed to admit this, I don’t even know if I can. People will want to lock me up away because clearly, I have lost my mind. Ohhhhh am I going to be able to do this? Just do it, Melodye. Do it quickly like ripping off a band-aid. Here goes:<br /><br />I really want the Richard Simmons: Sweating to the Oldies DVD set.<br /><br />I know, I know! I’m sick! I’m INSANE, even. What sane person wants to see those candy-striped short shorts bouncing up and down? What NORMAL person voluntarily pays money to see a grown man in bedazzled tank tops yelling out: “Say farewell to fat!”<br /><br />But the Time Life commercial for the DVD set looked so fun. I’m tired of my boring work-out – I want to have fun when I’m getting all sweaty. And I really LIKE oldies! “I’m So Excited” by the Pointer Sisters? Classic! Who wouldn’t want to sweat to that?!<br /><br />And you know what? Richard Simmons really cares about those fat ladies behind him sweating to the oldies. That’s nice of him.<br /><br />This is a really short post, but I’m kind of ashamed of myself. I think I’ll go put on Carmen Electra’s Strip-Aerobics, just so I can get my self-respect back. </span></span><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291029375971124738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMA4iC-auhlihgvNiJ94vB4Zvfy3GzBd9JmHJpHZR9NI8XOVmoVNYLwouuXL6HJSomJmELjH5zIDy5Sfyvhy3qr492DVHCTzbZ5RlDC6MwYng-HNOEQuDLAAdRYkhG857zbXEFWpW7NAA8/s320/richard_simmons_1.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#000000;">Clearly, I DESERVE to be locked away, but I can’t </span><span style="color:#000000;">help it.</span> </span>Mellicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14886925609885198573noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779554457147382032.post-19641239416953512482009-01-09T12:16:00.000-08:002009-01-12T21:06:43.451-08:00What I'm Listening To...<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">I love music. I listen to music constantly and if I don’t have some form of music playing, I get a little antsy. I have been known to listen to the ring tones on my cell phone when desperate. That being said, here are ten songs that I currently can’t get enough of. In no particular order, here we go:<br /><br /><strong>“Seemed Like the Thing to Do” by Dinosaur Jr.</strong><br /><br />Dinosaur Jr. is one of my more recent “discoveries” thanks to Guitar Hero. (I’m not ashamed to admit it) I'm a little late "discovering" them as they've been around for a while, but I already love them. Their song “Feel the Pain” is featured on Guitar Hero: World Tour and Rock Band 2, and while I do love that song; it’s this offering from the same 1994 album, <em>Without a Sound</em>, which I’m really digging.<br /><br /><strong>“I Wish” by Skee-Lo</strong><br /><br />Released in 1995 and the title track of his first album, Skee-Lo raps about how he wishes he was just a little bit taller. I love doing my signature lame dance moves to this song, even when I’m rocking out in my office and my coworkers can see me.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>“Pretend That You’re All Alone” by Keane<br /></strong><br />This is on Keane’s 2008 album, <em>Perfect Symmetry</em>. This is fun because it's got an awesome beat and a nice peppy sound. I like to play this when I’m in my office. It's perfect for when I'm ready to go off on someone because it calms me down and gets my head boppin'.<br /><br /><strong>“Promise” by Eve 6</strong><br /><br />On the same 2000 album, <em>Horrorscope</em>, as the better known “Here’s to the Night”, but still a hit in its own right, “Promise” is a fun song to listen to.<br /><br /><strong>“Best I Ever Had (Grey Sky Morning)” by Vertical Horizon</strong><br /><br />This appeared on the 1999 <em>Everything You Want</em> album, but was not released as a single until 2001. I LOVE this song. It’s not technically a love song, but a good reflection on love lost. I seriously can’t get enough of this song. I play it ALL THE TIME.<br /><br /><strong>“Human” by The Killers</strong><br /><br />A super-fun dance track from The Killers’ 2008 album, <em>Day & Age</em>, this song rocks my world. I’m pleased to say that I have this single on a 45 rpm which is on WHITE vinyl. Totally cool!<br /><br /><strong>“Starlight” by Muse</strong><br /><br />You didn’t think I could do a list of songs I love without mentioning Muse, did you? Silly reader. I love me some Muse! “Starlight” is from Muse’s 2006 album <em>Black Holes & Revelations</em> and is one of my absolute favorite songs by this band. Even though it’s a total larynx-shredder (mad props to Matthew Bellamy for being able to rock this), I love belting it out in my car. I am proud to say that I have this song on a 45 rpm as well (limited edition picture record: Yay me!)<br /><br /><strong>“Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door” by Guns’N’Roses</strong><br /><br />This Bob Dylan cover appeared on the 1991 album <em>Use Your Illusion II</em>, after being a regular in GNR’s live shows. “Knockin’” is a rare song about dying that doesn’t sound morbid. I can listen to this song over and over again without getting depressed, thanks to Axel Rose’s singing.<br /><br /><strong>“Incredulous Love” by Demophon</strong><br /><br />As of now, this song is unreleased. Demophon is a band that is made up of a good friend of mine. This song is on his Myspace music page and I simply can’t get enough of it. The only thing preventing me from rocking out to it more is that it’s currently limited to the music page, however; I have been PROMISED a CD of completed tracks. I highly recommend you go to the website and have a listen to “Incredulous Love” as well as the other tracks. </span></span><a href="http://www.myspace.com/demophonmusic"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">www.myspace.com/demophonmusic</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><br /><br /><strong>“If You Seek Amy” by Britney Spears</strong><br /><br />This one is the upcoming third single from the 2008 album, <em>Circus</em>. This seems like it could be innocuous, however, once you listen to the lyrics, Britney is actually being pretty naughty. I’m actually surprised that this one is the third single – I would have thought the censors wouldn’t have let this through. This is one of my favorite tracks from Britney’s second comeback album and it totally rocks. “Amy” is another song I like to goof off and dance to in my office. (My poor co-workers.)<br /><br /><br />This list isn’t all-inclusive – I’ve got a ton of songs that I’m loving right now. These are just top on my list. If you don’t like them, too bad. It’s my blog. :D<br /><br />I just noticed that there are a lot of power ballads on this list. What can I say? They rock. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"><strong>**Update 1/12:</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;">I seem to have left these off of my list. MY BAD.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>“Pony (It’s Okay)” by Erin McCarley</strong><br /><br />One of my co-workers told me about this song last week. I downloaded it from iTunes and have not been able to stop playing it since. Just because I neglected to include this song in no way diminishes my total infatuation. Check out her late 2008 debut album <em>Love, Save the Empty</em>. She sounds like Sara Bareilles - which, while I'm not a fan of Sara, is apparently not a bad thing.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>"Mansard Roof" by Vampire Weekend</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">I really don't know how I neglected Vampire Weekend. If I was Catholic, I'd go to Confession. "Roof" is an AWESOME song. Vampire Weekend is an eclectic mix of African pop and Western classical music and the resulting sound kicks MAJOR bootay. "Roof" is from VW's eponymous first album, released early 2008. If you haven't picked it up, DO IT. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>"Exit Music (For a Film)" by Radiohead</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:arial;">"Exit Music" plays at the end (fittingly) of Baz Luhrman's Romeo and Juliet and is amay-zuh-zing. While not on any of the R&J soundtracks, "Exit Music" shows up on Radiohead's 1997 album <em>OK Computer</em>.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"> This song is dark and brooding and I love it.</span> </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">"Talk Tonight" by Oasis</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">This 1995 song was a B-side to another favorite song, "Some Might Say" and was included on the B-side compilation album, <em>The Masterplan</em>, released in 1998. "Talk" was written during a tough time in Oasis' history (there's a shock) and is basically about how someone talked Noel Gallagher out of jumping off the ledge. It seems like it would be a bit dark, but "Talk" is so heartfelt and open, it's not too depressing. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Last but not least:</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">"Sunday Morning Call" by Oasis</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">"Sunday" is one of my absolute favorite songs. Out of all the songs that are on my favorites list, this one is high up there. I'm very pleased to say that I have this song on a 12-inch single (vinyl, for you un-initiated) The only down part of my acquisition: the single has NEVER been opened. I CAN'T open it. I just can't. So I have to just look at it. But it's okay. "Sunday" is from the 2000 album <em>Standing on the Shoulder of Giants</em>, which sadly, was critically panned. But do I care? NOOOOOO! (Oasis is one of my favorite bands ever, so don't be so shocked they show up here twice.)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;">I considered just waiting to do another what I'm listening to post, but didn't know when that would be. So ergo, the update. Don't get pissy. :D</span>Mellicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14886925609885198573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779554457147382032.post-39218469351130633392009-01-07T00:03:00.000-08:002009-01-07T00:17:48.083-08:00Dating 101<div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">Dating is supposed to be fun, right? Dinner and a movie; bowling; a sporting event; miniature golf; concerts; what’s not fun about those activities? The basic idea is for you get to know someone and decide if you want to spend more time with that person, and if not, hopefully you had a good time and made a friend. If you didn’t have a good time and make a new friend, well then, I’m sorry for you. Now you know what you don’t like.<br /><br />But when you’re dating, you constantly wonder where you stand. Now women, we usually dissect and discuss our most recent dates <em>ad nauseum</em>. We go over every look, touch, gesture, and voice inflection until the date has been pulled into pieces, and we get EVERYONE's opinions. The questions “Does he like me? Is he going to call me today? What did he <em>mean</em> when he said…?” are repeated over and over with no real satisfying answer. (Or until our girlfriends get sick of the subject and start saying “Just ASK HIM what that meant!”)<br /><br />Men are pretty straightforward. If they like you, they call. To quote an upcoming movie: If he’s not calling you, not sleeping with you, not marrying you, then he’s JUST NOT INTO YOU. Men pretty much know what they want. And that is fantastic.<br /><br />But what about those few and far between guys who don’t seem to know what they want? What about those guys who send mixed signals? What about those guys that <em>seem</em> genuinely interested but then sporadically call you? Why does the chase seem to be all that some men want? What is so fulfilling about the chase?? If you’re LDS, as I am, the CHASE doesn’t get you anything! Hello! The CATCH does! Remember how much more fun playing Tag was when you caught the person???<br /><br />Don’t worry, men. I’m not just going to bag on you in this. It’s not like women are open books. I should know. I am one, so I know all of our tricks and have made good use of them. I know how to make full use of the sidelong glance, the slow smile…and what we REALLY mean when we say we’re “fine”. (“Fine” is NEVER good, for those men who haven’t been the recipient of one of those “what women really mean” e-mails. You don’t want to hear a woman say she’s “fine” because she’s not.)<br /><br />See, we women are pretty wily. We’ll act like we’re innocent, all wide eyes and blushes, but we know what we’re doing. We know how to make you want us and if we don’t want you, then we know how to make you NOT want us. Ever seen “How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days”? There’s some truth to that movie. Women are confusing and yeah, sometimes we play games. But hey, men: SO DO YOU.<br /><br />I’ve gotten some flak for not accepting every date offer I’ve gotten. Some people have said, if a guy has the balls to ask you out, he deserves a date. Maybe that’s true. But I figure, why should I waste some poor guy’s time and <em>money</em> when I know that I’m not going to want to go on that second date? And who wants to go on a pity date??<br /><br />So I let guys down nice and easy, because I’ve been declined before myself and I have been the pity date. It sucks. But I don’t let the guy think that he has a chance when he doesn’t. So guys: don’t lead us on and make us think we have a shot when we don’t. That sucks, too.<br /><br />Ahhhh, dating.<br /><br />So you go out on the first date and you have a good time. Then when you do go out with someone on that second date, then third, fourth, and so on, it’s practically the equivalent of another Geneva Convention when determining if you’re “official” or not. Witnesses must be called, boundary lines drawn, and neutral territories established. Defining the Relationship talks can be unpleasant because that’s when one or both parties reveal just how COMMITTED they are. It’s pretty hard to find out that you are more into the other person than they are into you.<br /><br />If you’ve gotten past the DTR stage and came out with a significant other, it’s not like you can rest on your laurels. Oh no. You have to worry about ANNIVERSARIES. Lucky for whomever I date, I am not one of those girls who celebrate how many weeks it’s been since we first held hands, kissed, or wore the same color shirts by accident and thus proving how perfect for each other we are. (To be honest, I can barely remember what days that kind of stuff happens, let alone remember to celebrate it!)<br /><br />Don’t take my rant the wrong way. Dating can be a ton of fun. I am very into dating. I wish I did more of it. Wooo! Go dating! It’s nice having a significant other. It’s awesome having someone who wants to be seen in public with you, who will hold your hand while walking down the street, and who wants to make out with you more than once. (WOOO! Making out! Yeah!)<br /><br />But being the Crazy Cat Lady is becoming more and more of an attractive, and let’s face it; inevitable, alternative to dating these days. With cats, you never have to worry about where you stand. It’s simple: they’re the boss. You’re the bringer of food, the lap provider, and ear scratcher. A DTR is not necessary. Really, any talking is not necessary with a cat. Cats actually <em>prefer</em> that you don’t talk to them. They already know they own you.<br /><br />I guess what I’m really trying to say here is that regardless of what gender you are (or prefer), the Golden Rule should really apply to dating (as well as everything else.) If you don’t want to be jerked around, then don’t jerk other people around. If you want someone to treat you with respect, then you need to treat them with respect. If you don't want someone to play games with you, well maybe you need to re-evaluate and see if <em>you're</em> the one playing games. Are you picking up what I’m putting down? Is the sprinkler hitting the grass? Do you see how this works?<br /><br />Don’t say you’re playing Tag if all you’re doing is running.<br /><br />Peace, love, and much chocolate to all.</span><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpXTrfWuiRf1elTvLkQ_oigyxnqzarGbq_gbIsr0nw5qhH2soLoEHQo9aal9jFXEGFQl7vkqc8IkKJbOA4yVsL12vhWVz_uIOIAXAsNJ17iaBGGGjupzt-aAWtTrJeCgWECOAs_UHwYiTg/s1600-h/simpsons_CrazyCatLady.gif"></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288460908345716642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ4NMOptgYqFtzGMNFmFviDpg1J33nxgdAequc5ESi4r3zFDSPUqgyTHeO2CBu8WO188IumeZv62oz4Z4SgHepBBenepWjp0_xXPSu6aib9zNmxwAZrX8lFVmd6_EehHMFn_VX2LHjGxd2/s320/simpsons_CrazyCatLady.gif" border="0" /> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">I guess I should start working on my slovenly appearance and talking in gibberish...</span><br /><br /></p>Mellicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14886925609885198573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779554457147382032.post-29703951272306531622009-01-04T20:44:00.000-08:002009-01-04T20:47:08.606-08:00My cats are jealous of my laptop<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Yes, you read that right. The cats are jealous of the laptop.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">They think they are the rightful occupants of my lap, not that thing which is clearly not a cat. One of them in particular, (we’ll call him “Fluffy” to protect the not-so-innocent) perceives my keystrokes as petting and chin scratching of which he should be receiving. Whenever I am working on my laptop, Fluffy sits next to my chair and glares balefully at the intruder of his space (as he is literally doing right now as I write this). </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Fluffy has attempted to camp out on my lap even when I’m using my computer, but as we know, two objects cannot occupy the same space at one time, and he gets unceremoniously shoved onto the floor. I’ve reminded him that in this house, we obey the laws of physics, but he’s a cat. He doesn’t care.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Holstein—oops, I mean Fluffy just hissed at the laptop. It’s not the first time. The laptop is unperturbed when he does this.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"> Fluffy glares with a vengeance, though. You can just see the feline vitriol shooting through his gaze and if looks could kill, the laptop would have a virus. (Then I imagine that my cat would assume a smug look worthy of Jeff Goldblum and manage to think the words “The package has been delivered.” Then maybe that non-feline metal bastard would care.)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Fluffy’s brother, “Stupid” (name changed to protect the…well, stupid) does not share as much of his brother’s antipathy towards the metal lap-stealer. Stupid sits and yowls for a minute, then does the feline equivalent of shrugging and wanders over to the food bowl.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">You would think that Stupid would bear the brunt of Fluffy’s familial attacks, but I don’t call them the Brothers Dim for nothing. Stupid is spared Fluffy attacks and the laptop is mercilessly glared at and taunted. (“Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!”)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">I have considered doing what any frazzled mother who is tired of fighting children does: forcing Fluffy, Stupid, and my computer to hug and yell at them “You are all going to LOVE each other!” </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Don’t worry, I haven’t done that. The cats would just glare at me and the computer doesn’t have arms with which to hug. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">I have an older brother and a younger sister so I am no stranger to sibling fighting. It’s a part of life when you have siblings – knuckle punches, Hertz donuts, Smurf bites, Indian burns, the dreaded Rear Admiral, tattling, ganging up on each other, you name it. But you grow out of it, hopefully none the worse for the wear, and with a healthy respect for your older sibling – who now that he is a COP, has a whole new arsenal of weapons to potentially use against me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">That being said, I am afraid that one day I will come home and my laptop will have been duct taped to a streetlight as I, ahem, may have done to my sister once upon a time. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">(What?! I let her go eventually.) </span>Mellicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14886925609885198573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779554457147382032.post-44525290616270230592009-01-02T12:26:00.000-08:002009-01-02T12:31:46.159-08:00It was all a dream...<span style="font-family:arial;">Have you ever had a dream that you just hated to wake up from? I did, the other night. I almost cried when I woke up and realized that it wasn’t real, it was <u>that</u> great. It was such a fantastic dream and it was basically an affirmation of everything that I’ve ever wanted out of life and when I realized I haven’t gotten it; well, honestly, I was rather depressed. (Let’s take a moment to do a sad face for Melodye.)<br /><br />So, in order to keep myself from getting <em>too</em> maudlin and self-pitying about the dream, I started thinking about dreams and what they mean. I am not a fan of Freud (I do NOT have penis envy), but his theories regarding dreams being forms of wish-fulfillment got me thinking: <br /><br />Is my unconscious trying to solve a problem that my conscious won’t let me think about? Is there something preventing me from fulfilling my goals that I’m preventing my conscious from thinking about and thus from solving the problem? <em>Am I preventing myself from getting everything I’ve wanted??<br /></em><br />If I <em>am</em> somehow preventing myself from getting everything I want (and, no, I’m not talking about the new bags from Prada or the entire line of Jimmy Choos), how am I doing that? Do I have too much pride? Is there some area I need to improve in? (Quite possibly.) Am I too afraid to put myself out there and see what happens? (yeah…)<br /><br />I dream in vivid color and my dreams are remarkably clear. I can tell you everything that went down in this dream and minor details about everyone involved. I can even tell you what MUSIC was playing in my dream. (It was Placebo and The Killers, if you must know.)<br /><br />Sometimes my dreams can be really creepy in that I’ll dream something and then it will happen later. I’m not saying I have prophetic dreams a la Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but more than a few dreams of mine have come true. Quite a lot of them have, actually, and it’s very disconcerting. <br /><br />So is this dream of mine going to be one of the ones that come true? Or is my unconscious mocking me? Is this just a case of wish-fulfillment and that’s all that will come of this particular dream?<br /><br />Is a dream, as Cinderella says, really a wish that your heart makes? Or is it more like what Mulder said on the X-Files: a dream is an answer to a problem you haven’t figured out how to ask yet? Or is it all just the ramblings of a sleeping mind and dreams don’t mean a gosh darn thing?<br /><br />I’ll end with a part of this song by one of my favorite bands, The Smiths. (They are both amazingly fantastic and fantastically amazing.)<br /><br />Last night I dreamt</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">That somebody loved me</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">No hope, no harm</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Just another false alarm<br /><br />Last night I felt</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Real arms around me</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">No hope, no harm</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Just another false alarm</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">So, tell me how long</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Before the last one ? </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And tell me how long</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Before the right one ? </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The story is old - I know</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">But it goes on</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">- The Smiths<br /><br />May all your dreams be clear, colorful, and come true. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /> Boo-yah.</span>Mellicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14886925609885198573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779554457147382032.post-38833523870999065782009-01-01T21:44:00.000-08:002009-01-01T21:45:04.372-08:00My New Year's ResolutionsIt’s that time of year again: time for New Year’s resolutions. Sure, there is the clichéd I’m going to lose weight; I’m going to eat healthier; I’m going to clean out that closet; in short, I’m going to make SOME sort of change in my life so I can be happier. And sure, those are on my list. But I’m also going to try for some more. We all know that no one really keeps their resolutions past January (in some cases, past 12:01 on January 1st) but I’m going to REALLY try this year.<br /><br />So strap in, strap out, or strap on, but here we go:<br /><br />1. I’m going to text less. I text A LOT. Damn you Sprint for giving me unlimited texting for $2.50 a month. I rely on texting way too much. I’m going to make more calls. I hope people don’t ignore my calls…<br /><br />2. I’m going to study more. While I remain proud of getting an A in a literature class while doing less than half of the required reading (can we say MAD writing skills?!), now that I’m getting into the upper division (read: harder) classes, I’ve got to buckle down. I can’t coast on my writing skills anymore, especially in Environmental Economics. Yikes.<br /><br />3. I’m going to be less “scary”. But first someone needs to tell me exactly how and why I’m scary/intimidating. So I need some help with this one. I’m tired of people telling me that I’m scary and intimidating. Although, I’m not sure if I totally want to give that up. Maybe figuring out how to turn it on and off should be my resolution…<br /><br />4. Going off the previous one: I’m going to make more of an effort and talk to people at church, activities, dances, whatever. I need to get to know more people. <br /><br />5. I’m going to read my scriptures, improve church attendance, and (gasp) actually participate in Relief Society.<br /><br />6. I’m going to move on. I’m not going to wait anymore – I can’t.<br /><br />So there are my New Year’s resolutions. I don’t think they’re too difficult. I think I can do it. And I think I’ll be happier if I can do it. Because I’m not happy and I need to do something about it.<br /><br />Oops. I just had Almond M&Ms for dinner… Can I have a redo??<br /><br />Boo-yah.Mellicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14886925609885198573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779554457147382032.post-27855325744600261652009-01-01T21:39:00.000-08:002009-01-01T21:41:09.286-08:00My current favorite poemMy current favorite poem is i carry your heart with me, by ee cummings. I know it’s a random thing to have a current favorite poem. Most people have current favorite songs, foods, or whatever, but you should know by now that I’m kind of random. Kind of a LOT random. So here is my current favorite poem:<br /><br />i carry your heart with me<br /><br />i carry your heart with me(i carry it in<br />my heart)i am never without it(anywhere<br />i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done<br />by only me is your doing,my darling)<br /> i fear<br />no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want<br />no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)<br />and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant<br />and whatever a sun will always sing is you<br /><br />here is the deepest secret nobody knows<br />(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud<br />and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows<br />higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)<br />and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart<br /><br />i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)<br /><br />ee cummings’ words are beautiful. I’m not going to deconstruct or analyze it here because that’s not the point of this post. I’m just going to say again that I have mad love for this poem. <br /><br />Kind of a boring post, I know. But I’m not sorry.<br /><br />Boo-yah.<br /><br />*Note: I am in no way claiming ownership to this or any other of ee cummings’ works. I am just using this here to express my appreciation for the poem.Mellicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14886925609885198573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779554457147382032.post-79123437320595165282008-12-03T22:17:00.001-08:002008-12-03T22:18:15.162-08:00Reflections on the Release of Britney’s New Album and Tour DatesBritney’s new album came out on Tuesday. My verdict: I LOVE IT. I haven’t loved one of her albums like this since “Oops! I Did It Again”. That is not to say that “Britney”, “In the Zone”, “Blackout” and the greatest hits album were not without their charms. But I haven’t loved every song on the disc since “Oops”.<br /><br />Concert dates for the Circus tour were also released on Tuesday. By using a special code, you can get really good seats for a slightly cheaper price. Sadly, I do not have the amount necessary to acquire some tickets at this time. <br /><br />I considered throwing a fit to eclipse all fits; begging my parents for a loaner; and even considered taking out a loan on my 401(k). I didn’t do any of those. Throwing a fit doesn’t work anymore and besides, who would I throw it at? I’m not going to beg my parents for a loan for concert tickets, and I don’t want to take a loan on my 401(k). <br /><br />Instead of bitching about tickets that I don’t have, I’m going to (attempt) to be grateful about things I do have, and not think about the tickets.<br /><br />For example, I’m not going to think about how my car payment, which coincidentally posted to my account on the same day that tickets were put on sale, would have easily been enough to purchase two tickets. Instead, I’m going to think about how much money my new car saved me during the summer months when gas was well over $4 a gallon. I’m going to think about how much I like not stressing about my car’s “health.”<br /><br />I’m going to think about how pleasantly surprised that my vintage Sgt. Pepper record miraculously had the cutouts intact. That’s pretty uncommon for a used Sgt Pepper record and it considerably ups the collector value. My kids might get to go to college.<br /><br />I’m going to think about excited I will be to attend Britney’s concert, even if I wind up with nosebleed seats, because no way am I missing Britney’s comeback tour. I’ve been to two of her concerts and she puts on a good show. It’ll be way fun and I’m already looking forward to it.<br /><br />Funny how Britney’s new album and tour dates are making me just a little more grateful for stuff, huh?<br /><br />*PS – I’m not going to lie: when I’m up in my nosebleed seats, I’ll probably still be a little mad that I didn’t get the good seats that I want. I’ll probably glare down at the people who were lucky enough to get my seats. But I’ll glare gratefully. XD<br /><br />Boo-yah.Mellicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14886925609885198573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779554457147382032.post-19535823692409531282008-09-10T22:54:00.000-07:002008-09-10T22:56:48.132-07:00I will be so proud if my kid...I don’t have any kids right now, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have high hopes for any future progeny of mine. And, unlike hopes that one day they’ll rule the world with an iron fist (although that would be wicked cool); I think these aspirations are actually attainable. Let me explain.<br /><br />1. Every year in church, the kids from ages 5-11 put on a program in church. I hated doing this program with a passion, but never actually had the guts to make it known just how much I hated the program. That being said, since I had to suffer through the program year after year, little Scooby and Chicky-babe have to suffer through it as well. However, I would be the proudest mother in the congregation if little Scooby or Chicky-babe were to do the program with vampire fangs stuck in their mouths. Or if they wanted to go the whole hog and wear glasses with eyes attached to slinkies, that would be okay, too. Of course, I would have to act mortified in church, but, oh man, Christmas would come early for any child of mine who had the stones to do something like that in church.<br /><br />2. If my kids could learn how to whale on the guitar like a rock star, and not like the pathetic wannabe like I am (please refer to a previous post of mine), I would be so proud of my little Guitar Heroes. If Scooby or Chicky-babe were to become so proficient on the guitar as to make it big in the rock world, well, then I’ll be right there to borrow money from them like the good sponge..errr, I mean, mother I’ll be someday.<br /><br />3. I would be tres exultant if one of my spawn could belch the entire alphabet in one go. YES, I know it’s gross and I would be horribly mortified and humiliated if it were to occur in public, but let me ask you this. Have you ever heard a little kid actually belch the entire alphabet? I have and I nearly gave myself an aneurysm, I laughed so hard. It was hysterically funny and I decided then and there that if I had a kid that could do that, it would be pretty kick ass. I’m going to go out on a limb and say that it is possible that I would have a kid who could do that. Future Granddad has some prowess in that area, so Scooby (preferably) has a good chance.<br />There is a silver lining to this gastronomical feat: if a child of mine had the lung capacity to actually belch the alphabet, then that kid is getting signed up for voice lessons because clearly, I have a potential opera singer on my hands or at least, be able to belt out Bohemian Rhapsody, falsetto and all.<br />(I feel the need to reiterate the fact that I do NOT want my child to exhibit this particular talent in public. Save it for the frat house, Scooby.) <br /><br />4. If my kids are smart-asses to me or Future Hottie-Husband, they’ll find themselves in a world of hurt. But if Scooby or Chicky-babe can deliver an attitude worthy of Shannen Dougherty at her worst, to someone who needs to be taken down a peg, then I shall call them Mini-me and we will sing “Just the Two of Us” duets just like Doctor Evil and HIS Mini-Me. <br /><br />5. A debate can be aptly described as choreography of words, the dance of death. (Excuse me while I wax poetical.) I would be so proud if Scooby or Chicky-babe can hold their own in a hardcore debate. I’m speaking, of course, of the fine art of the rap battle. I would love to have my own little rapper who can throw down with the best of them while keeping it clean. And if I get this response after I tell my kid to pick up his crap for the tenth time or else it’s going in the trash: “I’ll pick it up cuz I ain’t no punk beeyotch”, I will reply with pride “Word.”<br /><br />Of course, I’ll be proud of all of Scooby and Chicky-babe’s accomplishments, big or small. These are just a few of which I would feel compelled to brag about. <br /><br />However, if when asked what Mummy wants Daddy to get her for her birthday, Christmas, Valentine’s Day, anniversary, Boxing Day, Valentine’s Day, or any day that ends in ‘y’ gift and Scooby or Chicky-babe say “Mummy likes diamonds”, then that kid gets an all-expenses paid trip to college for four years.<br /><br />I know I’ve left something out, so if there is something particularly funny and praise-worthy that your kids have done and you feel that it’s something I should be proud of if my kid did, let me know! Or just feel free to brag about your talented little genius.Mellicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14886925609885198573noreply@blogger.com1