So much...

... homework.
So many rehearsals.
So many college essays to write.
So very much to do.

On the bright side, I get to go see Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band live! REALLY soon!
I would marry Conor Oberst, I think. Cause he's brilliant. But then I would also marry Neil Patrick Harris (Dr. Horrible), who is gay. And Harold (from Harold and Maude), who is a fictional character. And Gene Kelly, who is dead.

It seems that all of the people whom I would quite happily marry are in some way or another quite unavailable.

So, you know.

That is all.

Busy, contemplating marriage and yours...

Book Banning

It's just something that I cannot comprehend.
Books are important. They're up there with water and oxygen and love. But people are so afraid. They're afraid of war and sex and witchcraft and religion and death. So they try to hide it all behind government regulations, because they don't want their children exposed to "that kind of thing". But why? After all, life is "that kind of thing". Censorship is unhealthy. It's just another form of repression that contributes to building messed-up adults who are not comfortable enough with themselves and their world to be happy.

In related news... did you know that Where's Waldo was the 88th most frequently challenged book from 1990 to 2000?
I think that I speak for most everybody when I say WTF?! (Apparently there's a topless woman in the beach scene... or so says my trusty informer)

Anyhow.
Vive le livre!














Just a few of the at-one-time-or-another challenged/banned books that reside so happily in my home.(from top to bottom: The Giver by Lois Lowry; A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess; Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein; Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone by J. K. Rowling; The Vagina Monologues by Eve Ensler; The Witches by Roald Dahl; To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee; A Wrinkle in Time by Madeline L'Engle; Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll; The Bad Beginning by Lemony Snicket; and [on the right, obscuring my face] The Arabian Nights)

Reading no matter what they say and yours...

Must be the sign on my head that says oh... love me dead!

So here I am burning my tongue on Dr. McDougall's vegan minestrone soup. And I think to myself: I think I just my be skilled enough to blog whilst burning my tongue.
And so I shall. About what, you ask? Music. Why? Because I love it/can/wantosothere.
What follows is a review. Yep. They may just pop up once in a while.


Band: Ludo
Album: You're Awful, I Love You
Ludo sounds a bit like some atypical frat boys discovered pop rock of the likes of Panic! At The Disco, Fall Out Boy, and My Chemical Romance. They liked it well enough, but thought: we can do better.
So they learned to play instruments and sing and do all those things that bands seem to do. This led to the creation of a sound that is bouncy and energetic, with some roughness around the edges. Which makes it a perfect soundtrack for room cleaning/staying awake while walking to school/dancing instead of studying/being a badass.*

The lead singer and primary songwriter, Andrew Volpe has that slightly-whiny-yet-endearing-and-somehow-not-really-annoying tone to his voice that seems to be a staple in the world of cool male bands. A few of their songs (namely Please and Such as it Ends) dabble primarily in the realm of typical pop-rock. Most other tracks, however, carry the quirkycreepyodd gene that makes their music so ridiculously appealing. Such deviations from the norm include (radio hit) Love Me Dead, Go Getter Greg, The Horror of Our Love, and Drunken Lament (all of which will likely appear on my Top 25 Most Played list relatively soon). Ultimately, their lyrics are made of a lot of awesome... because quirkycreepyodd is definitely one of my favorite flavors.

Top of the figurative pile!

* but that could just be because I like having as many opportunities as I possibly can to use the word "badass"