brenna: Why, if only we were all weiner dogs, our problems would be solved (radio logic)
[personal profile] brenna: ...celeste i have the dumbest trivia request
[personal profile] alessandriana: ok
[personal profile] brenna: picture a guy singing a blues song
[personal profile] brenna: one line at a time with the little harmonica bits in between
[personal profile] alessandriana: k
[personal profile] alessandriana: k
[personal profile] brenna: i want to make an http://instantrimshot.com/ type thing with that harmonica sound
[personal profile] brenna: but i can't find a good example of it - just general harmonica lessons
[personal profile] alessandriana: yeah
[personal profile] alessandriana: --and?
[personal profile] brenna: does it perhaps have a name that would make these searches easier?
[personal profile] brenna: or do you know of one of those on youtube or something that i could clip it from?
[personal profile] alessandriana: ummm
[personal profile] alessandriana: not off the top of my head
[personal profile] brenna: dang
[personal profile] alessandriana: let me do some searching

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[personal profile] alessandriana: this isn't what you mean by the harmonica bit, right?
[personal profile] alessandriana: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DFRMBWgyH-M
[personal profile] brenna: not quite, but who cares
[personal profile] alessandriana: lol
[personal profile] brenna: *enjoys* :3
[personal profile] alessandriana: are you talking about the one where they just play one-- not one note, but not changing pitch or anything?
[personal profile] brenna: well they do change pitch, but um
[personal profile] brenna: ooof >_>;
[personal profile] alessandriana: lol
[personal profile] alessandriana: yeah
[personal profile] alessandriana: difficult to describe
[personal profile] brenna: YOU KNOW, THAT THING
[personal profile] brenna: "WELL I WOKE UP THIS MORNIN-" *WREUW WRAAAEEW WREW WRUOOR*
[personal profile] alessandriana: lol
[personal profile] brenna: "AND I [DID SOMETHIN ELSE]"
[personal profile] alessandriana: hmm
[personal profile] alessandriana: well, this prolly isn't it, but:
[personal profile] alessandriana: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AGUGXOxs6p0&feature=related
[personal profile] brenna: ...that is a a piano
[personal profile] alessandriana: lol, skip forward a bit
[personal profile] brenna: oh

Strangely, Mercury did not attempt to join me on the computer even once during this exercise. Hmm.
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can I ask you for advice? :D )
brenna: The face of a mysterious pretty lady, in brass (Default)
I was at WalMart just now getting some emergency butter when I saw one of the most stereotypical little old ladies you can think of pushing a basket full of groceries around-- five feet tall, probably never stops leaning slightly forward, spherical gray hair with giant artificial curls, a stride about one foot long, the whole thing. She was wearing one of those baseball-style t-shirts, faded, slightly stained and obviously well loved, with bold letters on the front saying WWLD?-- with a smaller caption below. Now, I enjoy irreverence in unexpected places, so I kept looking as we went past each other to see what the L stood for. May I fall down dead if that woman's shirt didn't say What Would Leeroy Do? I whipped around to read the back of it once she passed me, and saw there all the appropriate slogans and quotations. Some cartoon lightning bolts for decoration. You know.

Friends, I almost let her get away. I thought about it. I suddenly felt bad because I realized it isn't cool to act like everything associated with old women is inherently funny. Maybe she was hip. I kept watching her, and soon decided there was no way that was true. I turned around, caught up with her and asked her, "Ma'am?... Where did you get your shirt from?"

It took a few tries ("Your shirt"), but when she got it, her slow and twangy answer surpassed all my hopes:

"Oh! ... I got from my son, he gave it to me-- he used to ride the skateboards, you know? And that's what I guess it is, some skateboarding thing.* He was going through his old stuff and he was gonna throw it out and I said, No, give it to me, I'll wear it! So-... But I don't know where he got it...** He lives in San Anton'... so I guess that's where."



* "Uh-huh."
**She seemed honestly somewhat disappointed that she couldn't be of more help getting me one.
brenna: The face of a mysterious pretty lady, in brass (Default)
I just discovered there is a Broadway musical version of Frog and Toad! There is a link, just in case you are not familiar with Frog and Toad. Anyway, I discovered this by finding it at Half Price Books just now and I cannot wait to listen to it.* Here is how that went:

CHECKOUT GIRL: Frog and Toad!

ME: I know! I didn't know this existed!

CHECKOUT GIRL: I know! I used to read Frog and Toad over and over when I was a kid!

ME: I know!!

Look! Look at it! Look at those two guys; how perfect and adorable are they? Man, I buy myself the best presents.

...I keep shaking salt into my hand and licking it up, as a snack. I should probably move the salt shaker further away from my desk.

I also picked up Palimpsest, which I've been meaning to do for a while. (Free related short story.) The author keeps a Livejournal, which I like-- in fact I first heard of her by having a tiny chat with her in the comments at Cleolinda's-- but she always writes Very Seriously in it, which turned me off for a while. Always does. I know I take too much pride in things like knowing better than to refer to my own thoughts as "musings," and I should probably grow up more and keep working on being secure in myself for positive reasons instead of having to make a note of everyone I find Doing It Wrong. I'm pretty sure, at least, it's not (purely?) out of a sense of superiority, but a desire to take things as a lesson for myself. Or is that what everyone's sense of superiority is like?

Really I think it makes me uncomfortable to see someone so confident that people will care what they have to say, since I know I don't have that kind of confidence. I never even began to try to develop it until the last couple of months-- mostly to keep up with, and keep in check, a girlfriend who will happily go on about her boss' secretary's errands for as long as she feels is necessary to sustain the conversation. (But she is a darling, etc.) This still leaves me not knowing what I can reasonably expect will matter to people in general, and I'm all about erring on the side of caution.

...So that's why I can't conclude a line of thought gracefully have negative reactions to some people sometimes!

Now I just have to figure out why there's a small, bloodshot bump on the surface of my eyeball.

*And by "cannot," I mean "will," because it's my bedtime.
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