Eatin'. Writin'. Bloggin'.

So here I sit eating braunschweiger, which apparently is an acquired taste. I love it. Most people like it in sandwich format. I can eat it with a spoon. Or a fork. Or, better yet, with a spork. Most foods can, and should, be eaten with the Mighty Spork. That's a rule somewhere. If it's not, it should be. Sporks should be the eating utensils du jour. They also make good weapons. John Doe should have used a spork in Se7en.

I finally got my Adobe Photoshop loaded onto the new computer, which I've decided to name Helga. The computer, not the program. Helga is a good name. A strong name. The first picture I've manipulated is one of that nameless genius who plays Mister J on The Joker Blogs. Behold my icon goodness. I have shared it with Mister J and strongly suggested that, since he's already made himself present on Facebook and, saints preserve us, MySpace, he needs to make his Mighty Mighty Self present and accounted for on Live Journal. What does MySpace have that LJ doesn't? Oh, that's right........an ungodly lack of TACT. ::eyeroll:: Hopefully, the dude will take my advice.

Happy Birthday

to fellow
danny_huston lover
electrablue
and all-round
decent soul
zoethe!

From Caitlin to Eileen

I've changed the nun's given name from Caitlin to Eileen. It's more of an Irish-American name and it pays homage to one of my all-time favourite songs, "Come on Eileen." I think it fits better. I'm not cutting, because I'm an evil byotch. Deal.

"Come on Eileen" by Dexy's Midnight Runners
Poor old Johnny Ray sounded sad upon the radio
He moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried,
And sang along who'd blame them?
You've grown, so grown
Now I must say more than ever
(Come on Eileen) Toora Loora Toora Loo-Rye Aye
And we can sing just like our fathers
Come on Eileen, I swear (well he means)
At this moment, you mean everything
You in that dress, my thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty
Ah come on Eileen
These people round here, wear beaten down eyes
Sunk in smoke dried faces, so resigned to what their fate is
But not us, no not us, we are far too young and clever
(Remember) Toora Loora Toora Loo-Rye-Aye
Eileen I'll hum this tune forever
Come on Eileen, I swear, well he means
Ah come on let's, take off everything
Pretty red dress Eileen (Tell him yes)
Ah come on let's, ah come on Eileen
Pretty red dress Eileen (Tell him yes)
Ah come on let's, ah come on Eileen, please
Come on, Eileen taloo-rye-aye
Come on, Eileen taloo-rye-aye
(Now you have grown, now you have shown, oh, Eileen)
Said Come on, Eileen taloo-rye-aye (repeat in background)
You've grown...
So grown (Show, how you feel)
Now I must say more than ever
Things 'round here have changed
I said too-ra-loo-ra-too-ra-loo-rye-aye
Come on Eileen, I swear (well he means)
At this moment, you mean everything
You in that dress, my thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty
Ah come on Eileen
Come on Eileen, I swear (well he means)
At this moment, you mean everything
You in that dress, my thoughts I confess
Well, they're dirty
Come on Eileen