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thanks, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) lazaria91, for reminding me that i used to write the o.c. have some podfics! American Myth mp3, Sam/Dean, 1:11:39 textSmart mp3, Seth/Ryan, 12:09 textCool mp3, Seth/Ryan, 7:23 text* at the mountain goats show last night, john darnielle left the middle part of the set largely open to request (because, as he mentioned more than once, he loves us), and when someone called for 'attention all pickpockets' he said, "i don't think i remember it," but gamely gave it a shot, until the second verse when he faltered, and then, from the crowd, from this kid right here: candle: "there i go!" darnielle: "yes, good, feed it to me!" candle: "not the same person that you used to know!" darnielle: *ROCKS THE FUCK OUT* oh my life. i need to find someone who recorded that show (he was raggin on the kids filming up front, "just get into one song, let me see your eyes instead of the lens!") and play that little bit on a loop for the rest of my life. my love for that guy, it knows no bounds. no bounds at all!
oh TIMOTHYas my buddy said, "wow, it's the least surprising athlete bust ever." and i said, "until zito walks up to a cop on the street smoking a blunt and asks where he got such a shiny badge." hee, every time i say i won't let zito hook up with lincecum, timmy is all, BUT WAIT WE ARE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER. indeed, tim, you've made your point. you and zito can have clumsy stoned sex all winter, and i'll see you in the spring. * boo yankees. i wore my black giants shirt today in mourning. aaron said, "is eight years of the bush administration a fair trade for eight years without the yankees winning a title?" and i said, "DO NOT ASK ME IMPOSSIBLE QUESTIONS." then he said, "obama or the giants getting a ring?" and i said, "aaaghh meep," and i could not answer. saying goodbye to jon miller for the off-season hurts in the heart area. the radio won't speak of the AM dial until spring training. dreaming about phoenix only works for people who can remember their dreams. * at the census today i was asking potential applicants about their language skills and one dude thought it appropriate to tell me, "well, i don't speak any other languages fluently, but i can generally get the orientals and mexicans to understand with, you know, sign language and some of the words are the same, so." and i said, "wow, that's interesting. maybe we'll call you about a job next year," and then promptly took him off the call list for being a totally clueless asshole. "orientals and mexicans." jesus. six months to census day. i am so well-liked in this office it is kinda crazy. my supervisor apologized to me before saying i probably shouldn't do crossword puzzles while waiting to leave messages on people's machines. i said, "but i finish more calls than anyone else in a day," and he said, "yeah i know. it just. it looks bad?" and i said, "sure boss." then we ate some halloween candy. * life, you are pleasing me at the moment. i forgive you for the yankee thing.
i have such high hopes all the time. no hole is too deep! no deficit is insurmountable! i saw a ten-run comeback a few months ago, i can testify to it. there is no clock on this thing, and soon enough no brakes either. that's mostly apropos of nothing, but anyway, i was supposed to write beatles!fic (which is still happening goddamn it--stuart sutcliffe and speed pills in the bathrooms of german clubs in the late fifties (back when they wore ALL LEATHER), brian epstein and the madness of america and then being stoned for most of 1965, and then the acid--my brain might break, GRANTED), and also supernatural fic based on spooky country songs (the best kind!), which is also happening, but that is future-talk. for present-talk, i have the latest and (it freakin' better be) the last installment in the alternate universe that will not die. goddamn you teenage fuck-ups and your ingratiating ways! it's 38564 words. it's a prequel that stands alone. at long last, it's eric chavez's side of the story. ( largely misguided efforts punctuated by moments of searing clarity and righteous action )
hey so, is that free concert in the park strictly bluegrass? why no, it is hardly strictly bluegrass. couple of things of which to make note. firstly, steve martin on the banjo stage, embracing the fact that no matter how funny he is or how good an actor, he will never be cooler than when he plays the banjo. secondly, okkervil river is playing before the old 97's, which is big news for me. on any list of my top six favorite bands, they would both be included! the riv might even get included in a top three list (the jockeying for relative position continues unabated in my head). and this is all without even mentioning emmylou harris, neko case, billy bragg, or my own, my chicken-fried country love steve earle. basically we are moving onto speedway meadow for the duration of the weekend. san francisco has three major holidays, halloween, bay to breakers, and 4/20, but hardly strictly bluegrass is muscling its way up the list (alongside folsom street fair (a street fair dedicated to the leather/s&m scenes with full community support (YES THIS CITY WINS))). people talk great guns about the treasure island festival or outside lands, but this line-up (FOR FREE) is like twice as good as those shows have been in the past five years. all this is essential on accounta i can't afford to go to the bridge school benefit anymore (although, to be fair, i was only ever going for tom waits, trying to recreate that acid-soaked religious experience i'd had in bare feet in the mud when i was sixteen years old), so instead it is hardly! strictly! bluegrass! * for my bday i have received beatles rockband. quite possibly? the greatest thing ever invented. i play lead guitar and sing (for which beatles songs are ideal because they've been ingrained in my brain since i was wee), and aaron plays paul's replica hofner bass (which is so cool-looking i had to sit down for awhile). colin's moving back to san francisco tonight (after a year long campaign on our parts being all, ohiiiio, ew!), and he will take over on drums. we're getting the band back together! i am also re-obssessed with the beatles like i am eleven years old again. we watched 'help' the other night. you can basically piece together the whole shea stadium performance from individual youtube videos. i've discovered that if i ever need to get quickly to the verge of tears (um, for some acting job, i would suppose), all i need to do is read the wikipedia page about john lennon's murder. does everybody else find that the wik inspires the most morbid curiosities? or is that just me? * i am only like half-employed, back working for the census again. it's now been two years since i quit my last 'real' job, and that seems like kind of a long time to be living on the fringes of society. but if you're not gonna do it in your mid-twenties, when will you?
joy joy joy. more fic of the pod variety! Sleeping on Drunk Street mp3 Harden/Street, 1:12:09 textand, okay, little self-conscious about the following for keeps for good forever podfic, for several reasons. mainly, it was one of the first ones i recorded, many moons ago now, when i hadn't yet gotten a firm handle on keeping quiet, pausing for section breaks, etc etc. so it is kinda like a rough cut. and then i really wanted to post it with the eight things you should know podfic, as these two stories are brothers in my mind, but then i never actually got around to recording eight things (funny stuff is haaaard). so, anyway. hope you like it okay. For Keeps For Good Forever mp3 Sam/Dean, 58:07 textahaha, snorting adderall is exactly as lame at twenty-five as it was at fifteen. ask me if i'm gonna stop.
Wed, Sep. 16th, 2009, 12:26 am
hoodrat pride
yes we went to the game tonight. it was sixty-three degrees and frighteningly beautiful at first pitch, and we sat eleven rows back of the giants' bullpen, a strange angle on the pitch but excellent foul ball territory. 10-2 win against the rockies and it was jumping-up-and-down kinda fun. it's the only actual race left in this crazy shebang, and then there's zito. sweet tap-dancing christ, barry freakin' zito. they let him hit in the sixth with two outs because we were already way up, and the crowd was chanting "let's go barry" and he actually roped the fuck out of it--directly into the second baseman's glove, but thirty thousand people cheered like hell the second he made contact. it is like falling in love with the same person for the second time, about eight years apart. actually, it's not like that. that's a literal description of what's happening. all we want to talk about these days is how to set the rotation for a playoff series. it's dangerous. * now you may enjoy some podfic. two of the weirder mlb stories that ever there were (chosen largely for shortness, i can admit), and the latest spn because i was promised virtual cake. Science of Matter mp3 Harden/Street, 19:54 textNarcolepsy mp3 Zito/Chavez, 9:16 textThe Land of the Blind mp3 Sam/Dean, 1:20:13 textand hopefully there will be even more tomorrow (just podfic, alas, as regular fic is dastardly elusive at the moment). same bat time, same bat station.
ayrdaomei was like, you and your referencing of that crazy folk-rock band all the time! (except nicer.) and she said, mountain goats sampler for the unconverted! and i said, um, does forty songs count as a sampler? because! there are roughly fifteen hundred to choose from and that is very much not an exaggeration. but anyways, couple of zippy files for you to download if you are in such a mood. mountain goats part 1tracklisting: Abide With Me Best Ever Death Metal Band In Denton Crows Cobscook Bay Color In Your Cheeks Autoclave Jenny Sometimes I Still Feel The Bruise Commandante No Children Family Happiness The Mess Inside Weekend In Western Illinois How To Embrace A Swamp Creature Maize Stalk Drinking Blood There Will Be No Divorce Black Molly Alphonse Mambo Going To Georgia Faithless Bacchant Song mountain goats part 2tracklisting: See America Right Surrounded New Chevrolet In Flames Palmcorder Yanja Attention All Pickpockets Half Dead Heretic Pride This Year Collapsing Stars Dance Music It Froze Me Pigs That Ran Straightaway Into The Water, Triumph Of Old College Try California Song Oceanographer's Choice Source Decay Alpha Rat's Nest Waving At You We Were Patriots Cubs in Five (all songs written by john darnielle except 'abide with me,' an old hymn, and 'sometimes i still feel the bruise,' a trembling blue stars cover.) not in the preferred order, incidentally, but gives you a pretty good idea of what the man can do. spans fifteen years and twenty-one albums. and you know, this is from the goats' wik article discussing his alpha song series, and if it doesn't get you bought in, i can do no more: Songs in this category concern the same fictional couple, described as a lower-middle-class man and woman who originally loved each other genuinely, and held generally ordinary concerns for one another's well-being, but whose relationship has degraded for a variety of reasons, most often a series of fights or drug and/or alcohol abuse, possibly both. Whatever the causes for their current situation, their love has not so much died as warped into the sincere, all-consuming desire of each of them to see the other drink themselves to death; thus, to facilitate this "walk down to the bottom", as described in the liner notes, the couple keep whatever liquor they can afford on hand for each other and stay together.
The album Tallahassee, being entirely about the Alpha couple, begins with the pair buying a run-down house in the eponymous capital of Florida, follows their degradation, and ends with a vision of the house and both of them being consumed in flames.so, like. my alpha couple is upper-class ballplayers, but EVERYTHING ELSE IS THE SAME.
erda_3, being an 11 on the awesome scale of 1-10, has finished a DVD commentary for Look the Other Way, plainly blowing me away with the excellence. * yesterday i was playing catch with the wall and this homeless dude (i have become hella tight with the various homeless guys who like to talk to me while i play catch with the wall) with very few teeth kept asking me if i wanted to go down to north beach with him and play stickball at joe dimaggio's field. stickball! i kinda wanted to say yes just because i am in a roarin' twenties kind of a mood. * did you know zito's something like 103-6 career when he gets four runs of support? he's a goddamn idiot (we KNOW). obviously all he had to do was sign with a slightly better-than-average offense, but no. a million dollars worth of water for each of his 126 zen garden fountains. as my dad likes to say, it's a good thing you're cute. * i am too inured by my crime-ridden neighborhood and when walking home i never shy away from dark alleys even though the blonde lady walking in front of me spun on her heel as soon as she saw the shady guys loitering there. but those shady guys are always there! those drug deals are always going down in the parking lot! we can't be spooked by the everyday. probably asking to get mugged again, but i have this feeling that if i walk around not scared of anybody, nobody will do anything to challenge it. * now it's 2-1 phillies and so zito will probably fall apart pretty soon. sigh. * eta: ahaha zito got a hit. always a treat. 5 for 35, baby! eugenio dunks a single, and zito's trying for third! RUN HIPPIE! the throw, off-line, and he slides in! this grin will not leave my face. * eta2: ZITO STARTED A TWO-OUT RALLY AND NOW IT'S 4-3 SAN FRANCISCO. my heart!
podfic for life! (needs a gang sign) Fugitive Way, a horror story starring Bobby and Richie. 37:51. textLast Day on Earth, a different kind of horror story starring Sam and Dean. 1:07:35. text* spectacular. many hours ago, the seven year old i tutor kept being ridiculously hilarious by misquoting those dos equis 'most interesting man in the world' commercials. "he once had an awkward mint just to see what it was like. he lives like a viking through himself!" aaaand i die.
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