Tableaux!

THAT'S what they called skits during the Civil War. I couldn't remember the word for it in my last post. Huzzah, I knew memory would triumph eventually!

Anyway...not much else new here. So why am I blogging, you ask? Because I'm at work and I'm bored because I don't have much reading to do because I did most of it yesterday because I was hiding out in my room because I got into hot water with the oldies because I didn't have dinner ready when they got home because I was messing around with the computer. That's why!

That, and I just feel like writing. Writing is a big part of who I am. Occasionally I find myself in a very foul mood indeed; upon pausing to wonder why, I usually arrive at the conclusion that I have not written anything in quite some time. After I have set pencil to paper or fingers to keyboard, I feel better. There is something about writing that soothes my soul. I don't know why...but that's the way it is. I've always said there is nothing like creating a good bit of dialogue!

Of course, blogging is not technically dialogue, but when people leave comments, it can become dialogue. Not that I'm hinting or anything, oh no. ;)

In other news, aside from my little foray into stupidity (should have made dinner when I said I was going to, but no, had to get carried away reading Russell Crowe fan fiction...why does that man have to be so irresistible?? LOL!), nothing new is happening.

Oh, but I guess that wasn't my only foray into stupidity -- I made another boo-boo the other day when I bought a Mandy Moore CD from the used CD rack at the mall.

Ugh.....painful is the only way to describe my reaction. I nearly chundered listening to it. All those saccharine lyrics combined with light ultra-pop-y melodies...ugh!!! Truly awful. Sorry, I know probably some of you out there will be big Mandy Moore fans. I don't mean to offend; I'm just offering my reaction.

*shudder*

OK, I'm over it, really. I'm all right.

*cough, gag*

And now probably some of you will be saying, "She prefers TOFOG to Mandy Moore? Weirdo." If preferring TOFOG to just about any other makes me a weirdo, then I wear the title proudly.

You know, I started listening to their music because I love Russell Crowe's speaking voice and I wanted to see if his singing voice would be equally pleasing. (It was. It is.) Now, however, after hearing Gaslight and Other Ways of Speaking, I find myself listening just to enjoy the lyrics, melodies, and the overall sound of the band. Oh, don't get me wrong, it still registers in the back of my feeble little brain that it's Russell Crowe singing the words, but I enjoy the band as a whole.

I can't wait to acquire Clarity (otherwise known as Bastard Life or Clarity, and no, I'm not swearing when I say that -- "bastard" is a legitimate word, just as "hell" or "damn" are legitimate words and not always expletives...). Who knows when that will be, but I'm looking forward to it. TOFOG CDs are very hard to get around here. I always used to stop in at my local Borders Books and Music store asking for TOFOG CDs, and except for the time when I bought Gaslight (O fortunate day!) the reply would always be "No, sorry, none in right now..." After a while I gave up asking and decided to get the CDs from eBay.

Also, I can't wait to find out if Russell's latest musical project My Hand My Heart is ever going to make it to CD. I've heard part of Raewyn, over at TOFOG's website (www.gruntland.com) and liked it very much.

I'd venture buying Texas, the music DVD compiled from their tour of Texas and other US states, but I do think the language might blister my ears a bit. Perhaps someday. We'll see. I don't like hearing raw language; that's why I enjoy having the TVGuardian on our DVD player. But I also get a bit annoyed when all of a sudden people's mouths are moving and nothing audible comes out, LOL!

The Guardian supplies typed-out alternative words for those it blocks. For instance, I was watching The Magnificent Seven one day and it blocked out some words. I knew actors couldn't get away with a whole lot of on-screen swearing in 1960, the year the movie came out, so I was curious as to what they had actually said. I looked down at the bottom of the screen, where were the typed words, and it said something like, "Pull that gun tail in closer to your shoulder."

I just about fell on the floor laughing! The original word was "gun butt," which apparently is offensive to some people. It isn't, really, to me, which is why I found it funny. "Gun tail," indeed! Guns don't have tails! LOL!

My niece Lyssa and I got in a few good laughs the other day when we realised that the Guardian substitutes "man" for "God" and "darn it" for, well, you know. So we kept looking sidelong at each other for the rest of the day and coming out with phrases like, "There isn't any more peanut butter, man-darn-it!" or "Man-darn-it, stop that right now!" Oh, we're silly bints, that's for sure.

Wow, this was a long post for someone who supposedly didn't have much to write, ay? Well, I suppose it's long enough now. TTFN, luvvies! :)