faster pussycat... type! type!

Yesterday was the most beautiful day. It was a Jodi kinda day. Mid 60's and raining. Pru and I sat and listened to it rain, listened to the laundry cycle it's way through wash and dry, and watched a marathon of What Not to Wear. We like to scare ourselves that way. I do believe Stacy could kick all of our asses at once. In 4" stilettos. She rules.

Anyhoo, on to this week's song.

Hold Me Now - Thompson Twins

I'm late with the T&N because I have been trying to find a particular song I heard on a podcast. I've been looking everywhere, and could not find it. It is sung by Stephanie Casey, who sings in a band Fall of Snow, but this is some of her solo work. However, damned if I can find any info about her solo work. So what we have here is basically the digital equivalent of recording a song off the radio. I thought it was pretty and wanted to play it for you. In the mean, here is the link to her band's website.

Hold Me Now - Stephanie Casey

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You Are Midnight

You are more than a little eccentric, and you're apt to keep very unusual habits. Whether you're a nightowl, living in a commune, or taking a vow of silence - you like to experiment with your lifestyle. Expressing your individuality is important to you, and you often lie awake in bed thinking about the world and your place in it. You enjoy staying home, but that doesn't mean you're a hermit. You also appreciate quality time with family and close friends.

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I'm going through a blue period. An extended period of troubling ennui. It happens, I'm only human. Part of it is causal. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction - simple physics. Part of it is probably the season. Maybe I have some kind of bizzaro-S.A.D. Summer just saps my strength.

It's ok, I'll snap out of it. I always do. I just have to wait it out until something excites me again, and the glass starts to look half full rather than half empty. Couldn't appreciate my inner sunshine if it didn't occasionally go away, right? So I apologize, in advance, in the quality of blog posts. In the mean time, I'll continue to brood my way out of it, and listen to Neko Case.

Neko Case - Outro With Bees

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One time, I had tickets to an INXS concert, with my friends, and I came down with strep throat. I was sick as a dog, fever and everything, and didn't want to go. My friends thought I was crazy, Michael Hutchins was worth the pain, they said. I didn't go, and they talked up the concert in front of me constantly. It was, it seemed, orgasmic to watch Michael on stage. Years later, when I did see them, I have to say I was disappointed. It was a good show and I enjoyed it, but in no way was it a sexual experience. I was expecting something more impossibly visceral, based on the stories I had heard. Maybe Michael just didn't feel like putting out that night. Nonetheless, I've always liked this song.

Need You Tonight - INXS

I often confer with Mr. Moon, on the topic of music. I played this song for him, and asked him if it would make a good Then and Now.

Mr. Moon: Jeezly crow - it's already like 95 times better than the original.
Me: Really? You like it better.
Mr. Moon: way better, I'm not the hugest INXS fan. The lyrics always rocked in that song but it was too poppy for the content, it needed to be sexier. And not sexier in the auto-erotic asphyxiation masturbatory way, but in the grunge fucking way.

Kazy, while not on iTunes music store, has a very impressive website, and you could purchase the song for a dollar, which I just love. That is why the internet was created, kids. Well, first it was porn, and then it was music.

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Here at my POE, one of the reasons "they" keep us in a pod formation, made up of cubes, is to encourage open dialog and sharing of ideas and technology. I'm going to share with you the open dialog/ technical discussion I had with KK yesterday.

We join the conversation as Jodi is preparing to leave for the day, she is looking at her monitor.

Jodi: Oh bunny cam, as much as I have enjoyed your recent antics, I must leave you for the day. Although you are awfully cute. Look at you investigating your own backside there... probably getting ready to eat your own poop.
KK: Is that what bunnies do?
Jodi: Yes. Bunnies have two kinds of poop. The kind you are used to seeing and a SPECIAL kind they eat. It's supposed to be good for them, nutrients or something. You rarely see that kind of poop.
KK: So it's like ... cud.
Jodi: Yes, I suppose so. Only... it comes from the butt. It's butt cud.
KK: Well that's a pleasant thought.
Jodi: and with that, I leave you!

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You know, it's really hard to have good blog stories if all you do all weekend is try to remain as still as possible, in front of a fan. repeating "why isn't it autumn, when is it going to be autumn?" over and over. Occasionally getting up to drink orange juice straight from the carton, or nab a popsicle.

Good news is, it's supposed to cool down this week. Only 88 today, and 76-80 throughout the week. In fact, this weekend, it's supposed to be 69-70! This is the most exciting thing in my life right now. Which should just show you how dull my life is, currently.

Pru likes it when I hold still, tho. Means she can snuggle next to me, try to sleep on top of my book. The rest of the time she spent sleeping in the bathtub.

But here is a question that is slightly more fun. My mom and I are going to NYC this October. On my birthday. We are going to see The Color Purple. Right now, that's the only firm plan we have. Although, I'd like to go to MoMA. Any of you travelers, or New Yorkers, out there have suggestions for where to stay?

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It's too hot. Too hot to do anything. Too hot to write anything. Too hot to get anything done. Too hot to be creative. Too hot to think. I'm numb with hottness.

That didn't come out right.

The point is, my super powers are at less than half power on a day like today. I am worse than sloth. Sloth sped right by me today. I hid in the darkest, coolest room in the house all day, my bedroom, drank orange juice out of frozen mugs and read. And I literally lost the day to a book. It was 10 when I started to read and then, all of the sudden, it was 4 pm. Like.... THAT!

But I just ate a popsicle, and it revived me momentarily. I think I know what I will use for a Then and Now tomorrow.

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For ... ummm... no particular reason:

What are three adjectives that describe me?

Thanks for your participation.

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Heads up, America, Louise now has her green card.

I think we should go out to celebrate. Everyone wears green and we have something traditional like Baseball, Hot Dogs, Apple Pie and Chevrolets. Except, get rid of the baseball, it's boring, have steak instead of hot dogs, keep the apple pie [I mean... duh] and I drive a Nissan.

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I like watching the bunny cam at Brooklyn Bunny throughout my workday. Watching that cute little bun wash him's widdle face acts as a serotonin reuptake inhibitor. I'm convinced that moral in any workplace would increase a thousand fold if there were bunnies scampering freely about the office. [of course, I'm also convinced that a really really good baked potato with all the trimmings for lunch would do the same thing.]

Why can't there be more bunnies in our lives?

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I have a lot of hair on my head. Like... a LOT. None of it is straight unless I force it to be. Everywhere I go, I leave long blondish or brownish curls behind me. I think it's an attempt, by my head, to keep the hair to head at a fair ratio. I'd never get away with a major crime, their would be hair fibers all over the place.

Yesterday, I was enjoying a bubble bath, and I was looking at one of those long hairs that had fallen out of my head. I had placed it on the white tub edge, and was examining it's interesting color combinations. it started out dark, obviously it had escaped the last couple of blonde updates, then went blond, then really blond, before moving into a golden color and then ending almost redish.

Then, I began to look at a second hair, one that confused me. Maybe the heat and steam were getting to me. It was stick straight and very dark, about an inch long, and in the middle had a tiny bit of gold, almost as if it had a stripe. I swear I looked at that hair for five minutes trying to figure out where on earth my hair was straight, short, and striped. Pru sat there with me, in her usual place - on the edge of the tub - with her dark fur and golden stripes.
"Hey... wait a minute... this didn't come from me! This is you! This is a cat fur!"
"Duh."

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This last weekend was hard for me. It had been a week since my last lovely spa procedure. And I had none scheduled for this weekend. In fact, I did something entirely unpleasant. And unlike me. I cleaned the bathroom. I had to by new towels and a new rug to inspire me, but I got it done.

But I chipped my lovely spa manicure and broke a nail!

Why is life so hard?

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You know, some day I might do an über Then and Now of Prince songs. I find the most interesting covers of his stuff. Heck, we could do one just on covers from Purple Rain. I think that movies is 2nd in number of times I saw in a movie theatre. DVD's, tv, video doesn't count. We are talking in a movie theatre. The first is Grease. And I am not counting all the movies I saw over and over while working at a movie theatre.

When Doves Cry - Prince

Last time we featured a song from my Like a Version cd of covers. We are going to do that again this week. This cover, by Damien Rice, is why I bought the cd in the first place, although it turned out to be a treasure trove of interesting cover goodness. But this song... this is la cerise sur un parfait de la qualité

When Doves Cry - Damien Rice

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Missing: One Day
D.O.B. July 15, 2006
Name: Saturday
Length: 24 hours
Last seen yesterday at 9:20 am.

If you have seen Saturday, please return it to Jodi, as she is quite unnerved by the mysterious loss of half her weekend.

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had I been on tonight's episode of Jeopardy, I would have totally won final Jeopardy, leaving the ignorant losers in my dust. It's been several years since I've seen this show, but aren't these people supposed to be smart?

What is Pygmalion? Duh!!

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I'm a regular reader of Mark Morford, I have a big crush on him, in fact. Today's article reads as though it was written especially for me. And, maybe, fellow mac fan Dr. Stevil. Frankly, we feel a bit dirty now, after reading it. In a good way.

Anyone have a cigarette?

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Well, in answer to your questions, the spa trip was pretty dang fabulous. And pretty dang expensive. I'm sorry to say I wasted a bit more money on slots than I planned to. Or wanted to. I'm usually pretty careful about that. But my luck was poor and the money went too quickly.

We ate lots of food, but the best meal was at the Red Square, in Mandalay Bay. Russian restaurant with lovely plush red velvet booths and over 160 different types of vodka. I had a drink that tasted like key lime pie and had graham cracker crust around the rim of the glass. And beef stroganoff. It was heavenly. Evildeb drank an entire vodka flight by herself. Which was four shots of different types of vodka in a square block of red ice. She is going to tell you that I was druuuuunk. And maybe I got drunk first [that night] but she got drunker, continued to drink and so stayed drunker. She'll deny it, but trust me, I switched to diet cokes after three drinks.

Another place I like, in Manadaly Bay, is Rum Jungle. They have one of my favorite drinks ever, Rum Jungle Juice. It's next door to the Red Square and we started there. I made Evildeb write down the ingredients to the Rum Jungle Juice and made her promise to figure it out. How to make it. Mandalay Bay is pretty much my favorite casino place on the strip, tho I've never actually stayed there. Yet.

The spa was amazing. I'm ashamed of how much money I spent there. Actually, I'm ashamed of how much I spent in general. But at least at the spa, it was worth it. We basically spent most of Saturday and Sunday in the spa. Until about 3:30. Saturday we spent some time out by the pool, then got dressed and went to the strip. Sunday, we skipped the pool, got dressed up and went straight to the strip. And the drinks. With me, and vegas, it's all about the shoes. And comfort. Because there is a ton of walking. But I actually wore my red heels. Can't say I'm going to do that again. But it was fun.

In answer to your questions, here is what a chocolate body treatment is. They scrub you down with some cocoa exfoliation type sugar scrub. It smells delicious. Then you rinse off and they massage some moisturizing chocolate soufflé lotion into you. Also delicious. You smell chocolatey good when it's done. Evildeb had a similar thing, but with Mandarin Orange flavor.

Over the course of one weekend, in various treatments, my hands and feets were exfoliated and massaged with moisturizer three times, in various flavors, and wrapped in plastic and inserted into warm booties twice. From the elbows down, and the shins down, I am extra super soft with extremely new skin. As opposed to the rest of me which is just super soft with extremely new skin. And my nails are painted a color called Hot Blood Red.

Can't beat that, can you?

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This morning, about 6:30 am, I was awoken from my sleep by the doorbell ringing. At least, I thought it might have rung. It was hard to determine whether it was real or part of the dream that I was having. Or both. I don't wake up well, and I usually incorporate any interruptions into my dream, so as to avoid waking up at all.

So, naturally I ignored it and snuggled down in my covers and went back to sleep.

At about 6:45 it rang again, twice, followed by loud door knocking. This time, I knew it was real. And I knew who it was. Anyway in my family, who needed me in an emergency, would have called me from the driveway if I did not wake up to the doorbell. In fact, they'd probably call first. And they would have kept ringing and ringing and ringing. They know how I am in the morning. This was not family or friend. This was the door bell stylings of someone who has come to serve papers. I was familiar with the pattern.

Just last week I ignored several attempts to serve papers. Just for the fun of it. Several years back, someone stole my stepfather's identity. They used the same last name, and a first name so close to his, it's only one letter off. A police report was filed, my s-dad had an attorney, anyone trying to collect a debt is supposed to contact the police, blah blah blah. But they still send stuff in the mail. And they still try calling. And they come to the door. Asking if I am my mother. Who is divorced from my s-dad anyway.

So I ignored this guy. And I was pissed. When he started up at 7:00, I got angry enough to get up, get a robe, and open the door.

"Sorry to have woken you..." he said.

"YOU KNOW WHAT? I DON'T THINK YOU ARE!!!" I yelled.

"I'm persistent"

"YOU are RUDE! Are those papers for [name the fake used]?"

I was ready to tell him that no such person existed, laugh maniacally and slam the door. But it turns out the papers were for me.

"Oh, well, I'll accept those"

Then I slammed the door.

I suppose I should be grateful. A: I was trying to find out who owned my delinquent debt so I could pay it off, and now I know. Also, I forgot to change my alarm back to my normal wake-up time and would have overslept. But I am not grateful. And he is very lucky I did not suck out his soul, put it in a mason jar and store it in the china hutch I inherited from my grandma, along with all the other souls of those who had dared to interrupt my sleep for no good reason.

I just didn't have a jar handy.

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"Hi, my name is Jodi and I am a spa-aholic. A spa addict... spa junkie... whatever."
"Hi Jodi!"
"Ok, first, I'd just like to say that I hate support groups"
"We're not here to judge you, Jodi"
"Look... don't even THINK about hugging me. Second, while I am willing to take the first step and admit that I am powerless against the goodness that is The Spa, that's the only step I'm going to take. Even though I just spent a considerable amount of my so-called disposable income on lovely spa treatments, I don't want to beat my addiction."
"We think we can help you, Jodi. Every journey starts with the first step."
"Yeah... well, I'm going to journey on out of here, I've got to rest up for my second day of lovely spa treatments. Including the chocolate body treatment! Mmmmm."
"We look forward to seeing you again, Jodi!"
"Bite me."

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Sorry I've been a bad blogger. No time to chat now. Packing my suitcase. Then it's off to pick up Evildeb and whooooooosh... to the spa.

More later... maybe. Of course I'm taking my laptop. But I can't very well blog when I am out by the pool in 100+ degrees hellish sunshine, can I? My poor baby would melt. Not to mention what it's going to do to me.

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Sign outside my library:

You are free to use your cell phone in our lobby, however, the rest of the library is now a phone free zone.

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The first time I heard this song, I knew it sucked. But it just continued on it's popularity. I never in a million years thought I would ever feature it on a Then and Now, but I forgot something. People love to cover incredibly lame, yet freakishly popular, pop songs. I cannot tell you how many covers of "Hit Me Baby One More Time" there are out there. So.. without further ado, but absolutely no fanfare....

Milkshake - Kelis

In working on River's cover cd [which is finally finished and should be shipped this week, River] I found this cool cd from an Australian radio show called Like A Version [damn, I wish I had thought of that title] , that featured a bunch of really cool covers. I'm sure I will feature many of them in the next couple of weeks. This one cracked me up the most. Just the fact that someone had covered this song..... this was before I knew there were so many covers of this song.

Milkshake - The Pictures

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