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Jessica is right, Gang of Four’s A Brief History of the Twentieth Century is perfect music to clean to.

I’ve also mixed in some Nine Inch Nails (Pretty Hate Machine), Shriekback (Oil and Gold), and Jonatha Brooke (Steady Pull) just for good meaure. (And possibly to drive the people in the next office nuts).

You know, in light of this Gang of Four/Shriekback/XTC binge, I really have no business mocking people who are into the whole retro-80s thing. Um, this is different. Somehow. I’ll think of how. Just give me a minute. Ummmm….

Yes. Well. At any rate.

Upside to working the weekend: no one bothers me and the time goes really fast.

Downside: I’m packing up the office for renovation and I’m so barely functional that I’m not sure what I’ve put in which box. I’m augmenting the label system the movers asked us to use with my own inventory, which seemed very clever 4 hours ago but is already a little bit confusing.

I’m looking at the dozens of boxes I packed this morning and I’m already wondering what my distinction was between “box 11: things that squeak” and “box 17: noisy toys(other)”

Unpacking is going to be fun, isn’t it?

For the next week, anything that anyone asks me is going to be met with the standard reply. “I’m sorry, that file must be packed up already.” I’m rather looking forward to that.

I have an exceptionally large collection of voodoo dolls. I don’t know why.

Now I’m going to take a lunch break. I took one Thursday and it was pretty fun. See, this not taking lunch thing is the kind of unhealthy behavior I lecture Dr. Noodles about. How hypocritical of me. Think I’ll wander outside now to check out this sunshine stuff I’ve heard rumors about. Apparently there’s this very hot star called the Sun that the Earth orbits around. It exudes waves of light that people seem to enjoy sitting in.

Posted by skarlet at September 28, 2002 01:00 PM | TrackBack
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Holy crap. Not only was the sunshine stuff over-rated, but there are hundreds of sorority girls out there gyrating around to Sir Mix-a-lot’s “Baby Got Back.”

It’s not nearly as amusing as it sounds.

Posted by: skarlet at September 28, 2002 01:58 PM
I demand to know what the “squishy bits” are.

And I need photos of the voodoo dolls.
You need one from New Orleans, I feel sure of it.

and all the world is football shaped,
it’s just for me to kick in space
and I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
and I’ve got one, two, three, four, five
senses working overtime…

Posted by: batgrl at September 28, 2002 07:15 PM
At least 5 of the voodoo dolls are from New Orleans. And one from Archie McPhee, of course. Plus Duke University Barbie. She counts too since we stick pins in her.

Squishy bits = soft tissue. So named after I dropped a spleen on the tile in an anatomy class eons ago and it made not a thud but a sort of thwack-squish sound.

Posted by: skarlet at September 29, 2002 12:22 AM
Mmmm spleen. I love that word – spleen. Spleen. Spleeeeeen.

Sorry.

Anyway – why do you think we former on-campus-living undergrads used to get intoxicated as quickly as possible on the weekend? Then the sorority girls are just fuzzy blobs of future soccer mom and we don’t really have to see them and, as a bonus, feel superior.

Posted by: at September 29, 2002 12:38 PM
I know the exact sound that a squishy bit would make if dropped on a lineoleum floor.
*proudly*

Posted by: batgrl at September 29, 2002 10:50 PM
Not a splut? I always thought there was a splut in there somewhere.

Posted by: bunny at September 30, 2002 08:08 PM
gang of four?

no kidding.. you actually have some recording of them? I thought they were cool, but its been so long I can’t really remember their songs. just the heat and noise.

Posted by: steeeeeeev at October 3, 2002 03:13 AM
I’ve been rebuilding my Gang of Four collection. Hehehehe. I have that same association – heat and noise. The boss is back from sabbatical and promptly confiscated some of my CDs so he could relive the summer of 1983.

You need to procure some Gang of Four, Steeeev. Your life is simply incomplete without it. You may not realize your life is incomplete, but trust me, it is…

Posted by: skarlet at October 3, 2002 10:24 AM
ehe

yeah now I’m confused.
Or I was. not anymore. the web tells the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

can I put links in here? here goes:
my rancid recollection of gang of 4 and anthrax.

Posted by: steeeeeeev at October 3, 2002 08:00 PM