Sadie tagged me.

Apparently I'm pretty good with these meme thingys. I must deliver wit on tap now, eh? Oh, the PRESSURE to be a wise ass! God, it's positively crushing me. I don't know how I'll ever survive!

Anyway...

Random Ten

Miles Davis, Sketches of Spain

Yo-Yo Ma, Bach's Unaccompanied Cello Concertos

Ten Thousand Maniacs, In My Tribe

Concrete Blonde, Live in Brazil (Would be better if I didn't have to listen to Johnette Napolitano whine about how much she hates President Bush, but still, very very decent and a must have for any Concrete Blonde fan.)

Jack Johnson, Brushfire Fairytales

Guns n' Roses, Appetite for Destruction (We don't need no stinkin' Use Your Illusion bullshit here at the Cake Eater Pad. Ever since Axl's balls dropped, their music has been shit. Although, I have a feeling the husband would disagree.)

U2, The Joshua Tree. Best. U2. Album. Ever. (And that's sayin' something.)

Billy Joel, The Stranger. (I've had this album on vinyl. I've owned it on tape. I've owned it on CD. And now it's digitized. And yes, I do know every word on Scene from an Italian Restaurant.)

Joan Osborne, Righteous Love.

David Gray, White Ladder. (I just really love this guy.)

1. What is the total amount of music files on your computer?
6.15 GB. And, yes, I meant to put Gigs there. (Only 441.2 MB, Sadie? C'mon and play with the big dogs.)

2. The last CD you bought is:

The last CD I bought? Or the last CD I, er, appropriated?

Well, we'lll throw both out there for the heck of it. I want the RIAA breathing down my neck so I can coutersue and, eventually, hang their collective ass on my trophy wall.

Anyhoo...
Bought: Jamiroquai, Synkronized
Appropriated: U2, How to Dismantle An Atomic Bomb

3. What is the song you last listened to before this message?

Erm. I almost hate to admit this, but the husband dowloaded a bunch of Monty Python bits and bobs, and well, it's Every Sperm is Sacred from The Meaning of Life.

We have the Lumberjack song, too. And the Philosopher's Drinking song, as well.

4. Five songs you often listen to or that mean a lot to you.

Dave Matthews Band, Say Goodbye. There was a time when I could identify with it. Now it just makes me wistful.

Bobby Darin, I'm Beginning To See The Light. Bobby was cool before Kevin Spacey made him cool.

Sarah McLachlan, Possession. Passion bottled.

Simon and Garfunkel, Kathy's Song. First, I'm fond of this song because no one ever writes songs for the Kathys of the world. Second, it really is a quietly beautiful piece of music.

U2, Where The Streets Have No Name. This song is pure rock and roll perfection. I could write a treatise about it.

5. Who are you gonna pass this stick to (five persons and why)?

Well, first and foremost, would be Robbo, because he's forever getting me into meme-trouble. And anyway, I'm sure he's just dying to be invited to participate. His case of the plague notwithstanding.

Next up is Fausta because I wanna see into her CD cabinet.

The blogchild will also have to participate. Because I'm her mommy and I said so.

Adrianne is up next. I want to see if there are any Bollywood soundtracks within her selections.

Finally, we have Margi. Because every opportunity we can give her to have the last word on any subject is well worth the time and effort it took to arrange it.

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Our benevolent Munuvian dictator asks:

When they make MuNu: The Movie, who will play you? And feel free to make nominations for the other Munus.

Hmmm.

I have no idea who would play me. And I'm not making any suggestions, either, lest it come back and bite me on the behind.

Rocket Jones has suggested Cindy Williams and Penny Marshall for our beloved Llamas.

Personally, I think Lenny and Squiggy would better suit Steve and Rob. The symmetry is just too perfect and overwhelming to ignore.

As far as any other suggestions I might have, well...Tom Amandes would work perfectly for Random Pensees. I'm getting a Carrie-Anne Moss-in-a-catsuit vibe for Sadie.Harrison Ford, of course, for Dr. Rusty. Because you know he's all about fighting the powers that be! And, of course, Dennis Quaid for John L. Because Texans should play Texans.

UPDATE: Oh, dear. The boys appear to be undecided about who should play me. Robbo apparently wants Helen Hunt. Steve thinks otherwise. Of course, this is only if I'm reading all that "ontological crisis of the space-time continuum" business correctly. And we know that I might not be: I'm stupid like that.

Hmmmm.

Super sekrit message to Robbo: Helen Hunt???? I can't tell if this is payback or a compliment.

UPDATE DEUX: Sadie, very kindly, says I "{...}have a Kristen Davis thing going on." WOOHOO!

She also has an interesting suggestion for the Llamas. (Snort)

John L. over at Texas Best Grok, working upon my suggestion that Texans should play Texans has a poll up as to just which Texan should play him. He likes the Texan suggestion, but dislikes my choice of Dennis Quaid. Go on over and tell him who you want.

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With the sound of really sucky music.

Yet another meme. Someone came up with a list of fifty songs they hated. I'm supposed to bold the ones I like. Discussion will also follow.

If interested read on after the jump.

(Of course, I caught this, like yet another bad, treatment resistant, case of the crabs, from a furry llama who's skipping the inauguration tomorrow. ) more...

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None at all. My kindergarten teacher, Miss Goddard, would be very disappointed in me as she was always teaching me to strive to control my hyperactive five-year-old self. But at least this meme is from a different source this time around.

Because I'm all about the variety.

If interested, read on after the jump. more...

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Yet Another Meme. From the only place I ever seem to get these things.

1. Go To Mapquest.com.

2. Click on Directions.

3. Enter your current address and the address of your childhood home (or at least the town if you don't remember the exact address).

4. Put the time and distance in a post like this.

5. Repost the instructions to the meme in your own blog.

Here's how long it will take to get to Howard Buffett's house*.

Total Est. Time: 5 hours, 45 minutes
Total Est. Distance: 377.76 miles

I would say that's about right. Particularly the driving time. Although you can get it down to about five hours if you don't stop too much and traffic is flowing nicely on I-35 and I-80.

I do have to say, however, that the directions that Mapquest produced for driving within Omaha are, perhaps, the worst example of how badly they've flubbed it that I've ever seen. They've screwed me up---along with many other people---in the past, but man, oh, man! This one takes the cake! In Omaha, you don't go to the north side of Dodge Street to get to the neighborhoods on the south side of Dodge Street, which is where the old homestead resides and how Mapquest routed me in. Why don't you do this? you ask. Because Dodge street is the only street in Omaha that has the capacity to go East/West where you can make decent time and provides access to all the major north/south sidestreets---anything other road is a crapshoot. As a result Dodge has the most traffic. They built the freeways goofily in town, expecting development to go north/south. Being contrary, of course, development went west, hence, there are no freeways where you need them. Dodge Street has five lanes and the traffic flows quite quickly. It would be like crossing 35W here in the Cities. You'd have to gun it to make it across, and even then it's dicey.

And as the husband loves to whine about whenever we're there, you can never, never, NEVER turn left in Omaha. Well, that's not exactly true. There are plenty of places where you can turn left. But, where he is correct in that statement is that you can never turn left off Dodge Street onto a side street unless there happens to be a turn lane, which the city planners didn't provide many of in what appears was an attempt to make things interesting. There is no turn lane onto our old block. Hence Mapquest's faulty directions to turn north to be able to go south. Oy. Just take Farnam---or any other freakin' street for that matter---and you wouldn't have this problem. Considering the old homestead is right next to Farnam Street, you think Mapquest would have picked that one up.

*The old homestead just sold again this past summer. To Howard Buffett, who is Warren's son. And yes, I mean the Warren Buffett. I used to walk past his house every day going back and forth to school. The husband asks for a moment of silence every time we pass it nowadays. Howard currently lives on a farm in Illinois most of the time, rejecting his father's capitalist ways. Amazingly enough, though, he still manages to live rather nicely on those lovely Berkshire-Hathaway "A" stock dividends. According to the Cake Eater Father, who still keeps up with the dish on our old block, he bought the place so his family---and various other relatives---wouldn't have to stay in a hotel when they visited dear old Dad, who lives five blocks away.

{Point of Origin: The Impenetrable One}

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In the never ending quest to feed my need for these sorts of things, Robbo has delivered the meat once again.

The rules are as follows: These are authors whose work grace my library shelves. I deleted the stuff I don't have and added my own, which are highlighted in bold.

1 Diana Gabaldon
2. Michael Ondaatje
3. Tom Clancy
4. Jane Austen
5. Arturo Perez-Reverte
6. JRR Tolkien (which, I am ashamed to say, is the husband's. I'm ashamed it's on our shelves along with a number of other Tolkein books. I've never read it. And I never will. And, yes, it's a looong story, which I will skip over.)
7. Iain Pears
8. D.H. Lawrence
9. Neal Stephenson
10. Miguel Cervantes

And, just for fun, I'll start a new meme: ten authors you are ashamed you own the work of, but really can't help yourself. These are the books you buy when you're in a bad mood and need some cheering up. These are the books you buy when you're stuck in a podunk airport during a snowstorm and it's either this or the National Enquirer for reading material.

Sure, it's all well and good to tell the world of the lofty works of literature you have on your shelves. It makes you look good. But the real question is, will you cop to the guilty pleasures or the reading material you bought in desperation? Hmmmm. We shall see.

Here's mine. For the record: we have two bookcases and one has a set of double doors on it. These are the authors who reside here, hidden from the rest of the world.

1. Maeve Binchy
2. Nora Roberts (Actually have quite a lot of her stuff. Have contributed quite a bit to her gross national product. Which is something like $60M. Sigh.)
3. Luanne Rice
4. Dan Brown
5. Victoria "I Dig Writing About Impoverished Victorian Virgins" Holt
6. Daniel Silva
7. Vince Flynn (Actually, I'm quite fond of this guy's work, and he's a local boy, but it's not great literature)
8. Robert Ludlum
9. John Le Carre (While the prose is brilliant, well, they're still spy novels)
10. Sidney Sheldon

Purge yourselves, children. Come clean.

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1 Maeve Binchy, eh? You are one brave woman to admit that one;-)

Posted by: Sadie at January 07, 2005 04:31 AM (6Mg2O)

2 Yep. Courage is my middle name

Posted by: Kathy at January 07, 2005 09:56 AM (E0v6D)

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