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Thomas Dolby - "One of our Submarines is Missing"
The Rolling Stones - "Sympathy for the Devil"
Cab Calloway (or Me First and the Gimme Gimmes, as preferred) - "Ghost Riders in the Sky"
Pet Shop Boys - "The Last to Die"
TsuShiMaMiRe - "UFO for You"
M - "Mister mystere"
Matt Berry - "Devil Inside"
Cibo Matto - "10th Floor Ghost Girl"
The Crazy World of Arthur Brown - "Fire"
BB King - "Into the Night"
Adam and Joe - "Nutty Room"
The Alan Parsons Project - "(The System of) Dr Tarr and Professor Fether"
Oingo Boingo - "Skin"
Patti Smith - "Dancing Barefoot"
Donovan - "Season of the Witch"
Eban Schletter - "Devil Doll"

My most recent itunes receipt:

1 F#@k the Creationists Write a Review Report a Problem $0.99
2 E=Mc Hawking Write a Review Report a Problem $0.99
3 Obey the Moderator Write a Review Report a Problem $0.99
4 Good Morning Charlie Write a Review Report a Problem $0.99
5 Dumbledore Is Gay (and That's Ok) Write a Review Report a Problem $0.99
6 Eff the Ministry Write a Review Report a Problem $0.99
7 Sherlock Holmes Write a Review Report a Problem $0.99
8 No Shit Sherlock Write a Review Report a Problem $0.99

I finally figured out that the antiques store where I tripped over the crossbow* is a five-minute walk from our new building. Yay!

Found some awesome late-60s doll props (record player, TV, suitcase). Laughed at certain sellers' inability to date the most basic items (Yes, Barbie says 1966 on her neck. This does not mean that's when she was made, you dumb cluck.). Was horrified by Jerry Springer. It was sort of like being at my sister's house, except nobody was playing Michael McDonald albums. Thank Christ.

Also, the sidewalk cement outside the store has dog footprints in it. Labrador size. That will never not be funny.


_{*There's an entry for it somewhere, but I couldn't tell you when. Somebody decided the floor was a good place to display a crossbow. A crossbow. Sadly, it wasn't arrowed up, or the noise I made would have been THUNKCLANGOWJESUSsffflangTHOCKonggggggg, instead of just THUNKCLANGOWJESUS.}

Duckula.

New batch of cheapass games at Best Buy. Bought and loaded City of Heroes, but I need just thiiiiiiiiiiis much more memory to play it without the computer going into Blinky Distress OMGWTF Mode. Happily I'm told this isn't difficult. Apparently you just feed RAM chips into the vent holes until the CPU stops making a chikka chikka noise when you shake it. Made two heroes, La Solelle (speaks in horrible schoolgirl French in an attempt to protect her secret identity), and Maiden Ant.

Other games: Cubis, which is sort of like Bejeweled, except interesting, and with actual goals. I may have sort of accidentally stayed up until 1:30 playing it. Also without the goddamned annoying Millennial British game show music. And Chainz, which isn't quite as fun as it should be, but gets bonus points for having a faux-Ray Scott soundtrack.

I really kind of hate Neil Gaiman ever since he pointed out that you could sing 'Greensleeves' to the tune of 'Yakity Yak.'

Still working on cleaning the soda out of the fridge. It's not that it's stubborn or sticky, it's that the kitchen is very, very small, as is the sink. So I have to disassemble the fridge innards piece by piece, haul them to the bathtub, and wash them in there. Crispers are quite large once you free them from their fridgey confines.

I did discover that most of the soda had drained into the back, where it has formed a rather striking sugar-free waterfall. Happily, I own many hammers.

I'm sure there's an easier way, but, well, we can't all be brainy like Fern here.

Meanwhile, the new crop of school supplies has appeared in stores. This always makes me strangely happy, even though I have no practical use for most of it. Target has some nifty composition books featuring Hello Kitty and, swear to God, Domo-kun.

I am spending too much time playing a game called Monarch: The Butterfly King, from Best Buy's cheapass software rack. The cover blurb says it's a mystical adventure in which you glide through majestic Celtic ruins, rescuing rare butterflies. In reality, it's a matching game rather like Bejeweled, except with flowers. Yawn, you say -- except that the flowers fucking explode when you match them up, and if you get enough matches in a cascade, there appears a bottle of 'magic potion.' Which also explodes, sometimes with enough force to clear the entire board. Imagine playing mah-jongg with gelignite tiles, and it will give you an idea.

The Butterfly King himself, who spends the game hovering over to one side in his little crown and knickerbockers, is a spooky, death-mask-faced little bastard. I really feel no compulsion to help him, but the massive explosions are more than enough to keep me going.

Plus the background music is a lounge-y pastiche of It's a Beautiful Day's "White Bird." It is simultaneously hilarious and intent on driving the player to suicide. Bravo, game designers. Bravo.

The lunchtime band in the park was a group of twelve-year-olds called Academy of Rock. They did a cover of "Back in Black" that may possibly be the greatest thing I've ever heard. Especially since the lead singer's voice has not yet changed.

I spilled a cup of coffee all over my desk. I have a new keyboard and mouse now. Sadly, my cube smells like a Tim Horton's.

It's a big living room.

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