This is fun. Go into your Music folder (or to, I guess, your CD collection), scroll down to a random point, and list ten consecutive albums you see there.

Old Crow Medicine Show
Once More With Feeling
Rasputina
Ray charles
Rob Zombie
Sarah Brightman
Screaming Jay Hawkins
Sisters of Mercy
Skid Row
Social Distortion

I'll just put this here, because the people it involves are all over Facebook, but not so much on LJ.

So my friend died. Yesterday, I went to the square to Be There For his ex wife, another great friend -the kind you call Family- who never did get over him (we all thought they never should have split up in the first place). And it so happened that two other friends of ours from that time and place were there with her. I hadn't seen either of them for probably 7 or 8 years. It was awesome. Well sad, but very awesome.
During the evening's events, we all decided we were going to get matching commemorative tattoos, for it was working in a tattoo shop that had brought us all together, and the tattoo in question was one that had been tossed around with the intention of getting done, but it never did, and it's nickname became "The Viper Tattoo", and I'm rambling so I'll stop trying to describe things, but it meant a lot to us.
So "T" said, "when are we all going to do this?"
"S" replied, "Tomorrow."
I said, "Tomorrow, wow. Really? Well, I usually take Fridays off anyway. Nevermind it's Jazzfest... OK for sure, tomorrow."
"T" asked, "What time?"
The other "T" said, "Well, I've got this meeting and that other thing, but how about... 2 PM?"
We all said fine; and the other "T" was going to bring his son, who I haven't seen since he was like a week old (He's NINE now).
I asked "S", "Should I call first, or just show up"
She said, "Oh, just show up."
And it was set. I worked WAY late that night, to be able to afford to take off today, and also to bring some of "V"'s favorite things to his impromptu Homegoing party. You never want to go to a person's house empty-handed anyway, right?
So this morning, I got up early and scrambled around collecting things I wanted to bring to the house. I also unpacked and rifled through three boxes I had packed for my upcoming move, in order to find a shot glass from the old tattoo shop, to use to drink the Hennessy (Bleh!) that was his favorite. I picked up his favorite kind of pickles, his favorite candy (sour Skittles), and a 12-pack of Heineken, his favorite beer. I left my house in a hurry to make it to "S"'s place for 2.
And nobody was there.
I waited ten, fifteen, twenty minutes. I texted her, "Hey- I'm outside your house"- no answer.
I got onto Facebook, and messaged her and "T", "Hey, I've got this beer getting hot; where are you guys at?". No answer.
I waited. The neighbor came out and asked if everything was OK.
Then the following text conversation happened:
Me: 12 pack Heiny getting hot out here, where you all at?
She: Sorry we r not home I got the days wrong
Me: Ok... So what should I do?
Me (ten minutes later) OK... So what should I do?
She: I think we r doing it tomorrow
~ I begin to become upset ~
Me: Well I can't take 2 days off this wkend. I have beer, huge jar of pickles, & bunch of Skittles that are hard to carry & I don't eat/drink. Where should I leave em?
Me (fifteen minutes later): Hello? Where, at you house, should I leave these things please? It is very hot out & I'm kind of crying. I'd like to go. Where is safe to leave stuff?
No reply.
The neighbor comes around again, this time concerned, and asks if I've heard anything at all. I tell her the textersation that had just happened. And then I just started crying, very hurt. Today meant a lot to me. It was for "V", and it was for us, to be all together, which never happens anymore, and I was probably being all selfish and silly, but fuck it, I was hurt. And she wouldn't even get back to me to let me know where to put this $40 worth of stuff that I didn't want anymore if we weren't going to do this thing.
And it was not the first time "S" has done shit like this to me. It was the first time for years, and mea culpa for thinking it would not be the case on this particular event. And I was all butthurt. And then I got angry- why weren't the two "T"s there also, waiting? Why were they not wondering what had happened?
Would she have called them and not me? And if so, then it had not been an accident, nobody had "the days wrong". Would I have been given the shaft like that? It's so hard to think that would be. I remember from years ago, that "S" is notoriously horrible at returning text messages, a thing I had always had a problem with, especially if the texting was not just frivolous chatter but important timely information.
And I'm probably overreacting. But I'm really sad about my friend.
The neighbor offered to keep the heavy bags of beer and snacks for me, and hand them over when "S" and them get home. Bless her heart, she even managed to get me to laugh a little.
I texted: You neighbor Miss "M" has the beer & stuff for when you get home. See ya.
No reply, of course. It's been two hours.

So I walked the block and a half to St. Roch Tavern and started drinking.
Because that's what you're supposed to do.
Tears in a bucket- motherfuck it. Right? At least the Homegoing party in my head was a blast.
And I know that some things don't change.
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Viper has gone Home.
And now the world is not as funny, and colorful, and annoying, and protected, and tattooed, and awesome as it was yesterday.
Brother, this one (and the Henny & Heiny I'm gonna have later) is all for you. Love.

Dear friends;
In light of recent events, we, the ever faithful Who Dat Nation, have decided it is better to "come clean". Better the sports viewing nation hears the truth from our own people, than to sit idly by and wait to be crudely exposed by an uncaring media.
We would therefore like to wholeheartedly confess to the nation- nay, the world- that:
* The Saints built the federal levee system
* The Saints overcooked the risotto
* The Saints killed your 47th level magic using Elf warrior
* The Saints imported the Chinese drywall
* The Saints sent Columbian hookers to the Secret Service
* The Saints got "Firefly" cancelled
* The Saints pushed Mrs. O'Leary's cow
* The Saints faked the deaths of Elvis and Jim Morrison
* The Saints stole your keys
* The Saints blew the hole into the ozone layer
* The Saints may cause anal leakage
* the Saints beat your high score on the Galaga machine
* The Saints were on the grassy knoll
* The Saints started Kony 2012
* The Saints created "Jersey Shore"
* The Saints broke the lamp in the dining room
* The Saints cracked the drilling riser on the Deepwater Horizon
* The Saints are the reason for your chronic acid reflux
* The Saints hacked the systems of the FBI and the DHS
* The Saints let the dogs out
* The Saints sold your kidney on the black market
* The Saints hid $90,000 inside William Jefferson's freezer
* The Saints put the red sock in the washing machine
* The Saints ruined the bell curve on your 10th grade math final
* The Saints buried Jimmy Hoffa
* The Saints Are Legion

If in our haste, we accidentally omitted any further crimes against humanity, we sincerely apologize, and resolve to continue to compile the inclusive list throughout the State's investigations.
thank you for your indulgence.

This is a  shout out, especially to lassiter and sheilagh...
alobar's computer has, I don't know, completely fizzed out. Something about him getting a warning about his .dll's not being compatible with his current version of Windows...? Sounded fishy on the phone; I'm going to meet up with him right now, to get more of the story, see what's there to be done. From the way he described it on the phone, it sounds like a mal-hack. But not a generic one, and I don't know a single person who dislikes him so much as to send him that intentionally. So.

Anyway, he's OK; just won't be online for a minute. Again.
I'm going to try to do well enough this weekend that I can go get an external drive, so I can empty out my spare desktop pc into it, and lend the pc to Alobar. it's a sputtering, hiccuping, tragically slow poor thing  (I think it's a P2, lol. With like only 30 gigs of storage!), but it'll get him online till we figure this shit out.
Kisses. <3

Hello, Dawlings;

So I am officially apartment hunting, and this is my first official plea for leads. It's a lead plea.
My req's:
7th, 8th, or Upper 9th Ward preferred. I need to be able to walk to the Quarter.
Pets allowed.
Ready sometime after JazzFest.
Fenced yard (front or back, I don't care).
No more than $600/mo. I can go up to $650, $675 if utilities are included.

Also;
I'd prefer many windows and NO white ceramic tile floors. A gas stove, and a street that does not resound with bounce or screaming neighbors. And I'd like to be able to paint the walls. But that's just me being picky.

I do have references, and I'm willing to sign a lease.
Thank you... :*

Happy 15th Anniversary, Heaven's Gate!!!

I hope all is blissful aboard the Mothership. :D

The other day when I was masturbating, I had a sudden curiosity to view my own cervix. So I went and got a mirror and some salad tongs, and laid back on the bed to do some searching about.
Can you tell me what shapes I should have been looking for? Because, I have to admit, what I was seeing looked nothing like the cervix images I downloaded from the Planned Parenthood website. And I figured, with your vast expertise in women's sexual apparatus and health, you'd be able to inform me.
Also, with your respectable and worldly insight into healthy sexual practices, maybe you could help me with this dilemma I've got. See, because of recent political pressure from civic leaders in my area, Planned Parenthood has been forced to close down, so I no longer have any place to obtain my chosen form of birth control. I'm thinking of beginning to experiment with anal sex; but I am allergic to latex. Is OK to have unprotected anal with my boyfriend, so long as he pulls out? It's not the nightmare of laundry that most concerns me, so much as my ability to um, adequately clean myself out. I would gratefully appreciate any advice you might have in this arena. Even anecdotal insight would be welcome.
Thanks in advance!
Sincerely, Kelleigh

(My reaction to This Article  in the Kos)

( The disco ball totally makes this one: )
Papa Legba, open the door
Your children await
Open the door Papa Legba
So that I may pass
When I return, I will thank the Lwa

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