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abmann
abmann
I've disabled IP logging and enabled anonymous comments.
-I can't see this on my flist anymore... o_O-
-I can't see it on any of your flists either. The hell?-
Huzzah, fixed! I am amazing!

Tell me something.
Ask me something.

(you have to actively choose anonymous. Just sayin')

Have some music to entice you (and iTunes will play/convert these for you):
Sister Soleil:
Lust 2.7MB.wma
Red 2.6MB.wma
(right click the link - save as)

FLOGGING MOLLY - Irish Drinking Song Lyrics

i stumbled in at 2am all drunk
and full of smoke
my wife said "i've had enough"
that's it, i'm sick, get out!"
so i stumbled down to kelly's pub
across the edge of town
and i told the boys me story
and we had another round

and we'll drink and drink and drink
and drink and drink and drink and
fight-yeah! [2x]
and if i see a pretty girl
i'll sleep with her tonight
i'll drink and drink and drink and
drink and drink and drink and fight....

and mary McGregor
well she was a pretty whore
she'd always greet you with a smile
and never lock her door
but on the day she died
all the men in town did weep
for mary McGregor finally got some sleep

well i once loved a girl
a child i'm told
i gave her my heart
and she gave me a cold
so now i sit standing
out in the pouring rain
i'll stumble back to kelly's pub
and cry away me pain

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Current Music: Oingo boingo - Flesh 'N Blood

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abmann From: abmann Date: August 23rd, 2005 01:00 pm (UTC) (Link)
It's a good Irish drinking song.
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abmann From: abmann Date: August 23rd, 2005 04:56 pm (UTC) (Link)
Never heard of the band, then.
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kate_the_bear From: kate_the_bear Date: August 23rd, 2005 08:42 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'm so inlove with the band... and they remind me of fairytale of new york which is most popularly done by the pogies i believe but NUFAN did a cover that I love...
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abmann From: abmann Date: August 23rd, 2005 01:01 pm (UTC) (Link)
I link them from here.
abmann From: abmann Date: August 23rd, 2005 01:05 pm (UTC) (Link)
It's not a matter of having/wanting to say anything. it's just kinda fun. :þ
justphoenix From: justphoenix Date: August 23rd, 2005 01:21 pm (UTC) (Link)
lessee...tell you something....

When I read about your Saturday(?) evening-whatever evening you were out with your ladies-I was a little bit envious. It passed.

I think it's a bad idea to give expensive jewelry to children until they're old enough to know not to eat it.
abmann From: abmann Date: August 23rd, 2005 01:41 pm (UTC) (Link)
Jewelry as device to natural selection?
--

It was a very good night, I'd have to say.
--
Are you poly? I don't know if I'ever asked. I think I've just assumed based on yuor journal.
abmann From: abmann Date: August 23rd, 2005 01:57 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'm sorry for those terrible spelling errors. You know, I spell fine on AIM at home. It must be this keyboard.
justphoenix From: justphoenix Date: August 23rd, 2005 01:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'm not, but quite a few of my buds are. I'm just a kinky freak :)
abmann From: abmann Date: August 23rd, 2005 02:21 pm (UTC) (Link)
Kink is good. :)
From: (Anonymous) Date: August 23rd, 2005 01:31 pm (UTC) (Link)
Singing along with certain artists gets me excited.
abmann From: abmann Date: August 23rd, 2005 01:39 pm (UTC) (Link)
I have no response. That's cool though. Clearly you should sing more. :)
aetrix9 From: aetrix9 Date: August 23rd, 2005 02:57 pm (UTC) (Link)
What's with the WMAs? Propriatary (and misspelled) formats bah!
abmann From: abmann Date: August 23rd, 2005 03:05 pm (UTC) (Link)
I can't convert them at work, sorry. I've been able to convert them in iTunes (as I recall).
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abmann From: abmann Date: August 23rd, 2005 03:20 pm (UTC) (Link)
The backdated box was, in fact, checked. Not exactly sure how it get checked, but that did it. Backdated entries don't show on f-list view.
From: (Anonymous) Date: August 23rd, 2005 04:09 pm (UTC) (Link)
You were right.
abmann From: abmann Date: August 23rd, 2005 04:37 pm (UTC) (Link)
It's only (fairly) recently that I've been hearing this phrase directed to me.
thecoweyed From: thecoweyed Date: August 23rd, 2005 04:21 pm (UTC) (Link)
Sometimes when I see something really beautiful (especially nice dance routines or other performances), I start crying and I quite literally can't breathe. My chest gets all tight and I have to gasp for breath.


What takes your breath away?

TCE
abmann From: abmann Date: August 23rd, 2005 04:35 pm (UTC) (Link)
I have seen you in this state. It's quite remarkable.


In recent memory: Sushi last night did that to me. It was... wow. It was good. I mean "rapture on earth, God giving me a hug" sort of good. Ask lady_fox about my reaction.

Otherwise, Circe de Soleil did the first time i saw it on TV (I think live would kill me). I've even done it over really well designed scientific studies, sadly I'm unable to reference one at the moment.

I had a similar experience with The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock the first time I read it. I stopped breathing about half way through and only remember after I had finished. hat remains, to this day, my absolute favorite poem.
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abmann From: abmann Date: August 23rd, 2005 05:40 pm (UTC) (Link)
lady_fox and I were considering it for when were out in Vegas next. But tickets run about $200. While doable, not easily when we're doing other things (or buying for more than ourselves).

Yes, one day I shall see a show live.
One day!
abmann From: abmann Date: August 23rd, 2005 05:41 pm (UTC) (Link)

OOPS!

I accidentally deleted Conan's comment:
Er...

Front row live Cirque is something everyone should experience at least once.
thecoweyed From: thecoweyed Date: August 23rd, 2005 05:56 pm (UTC) (Link)
and indeed there will be time for all the works and days of hands that lift and drop a question on your plate... time for you, and time for me, and time now for a hundred visions and revisiona before the taking of a toast and tea.

I don't know whether that's my favorite poem, or just one of them. Mr. Flood's Party is also a good one on the same sort of themes. Let me see how much of that I can dig out of my skull.

Old Eben Flood, walking alone one night,
Between the lonesome villae down below
And that forsaken upland hermitage
That held as much as he should ever know
On earth, again, of home, paused, warily.
The road was his, with not a native near,
And Eben, having leisure, spoke aloud
For no man else in Tilbury Town to hear:
"Well, Mr. Flood, we have the harvest moon
Again, and we may not have many more.
'The bird is on the wing," the poet says,
And you and I have said it here, before.
Drink to the bird," he raised up to the light
The jug that he had gone so far to fill,
And answered, huskily, "Well, Mr. Flood,
Since you propose it, I believe I will."

... Some stuff I don't remember?

Then, as a mother lays her sleeping child
Down tenderly, fearing it may awake,
He sat the jug down at his feet, with
Trembling care, knowing that most things break.
And when he was assured that on firm earth it stood,
As the uncertain lives of men assuredly are not...

And... some more stuff I don't know offhand.

"Only a very little, Mr. Flood, for Auld
Lang Syne, no more, sir, that will do."
And so, for the time, apparently it did,
And Eben evidently thought so too.
"For Auld Lang Syne," the weary throat gave out,
The last note wavered, and, the song being done,
He something something something something
Something something, and was again alone.
There was not much that was ahead of him,
And there was nothing in the town below,
Where strangers would have shut the many doors
That many friends had opened long ago.
From: (Anonymous) Date: August 23rd, 2005 08:18 pm (UTC) (Link)
Choose anonymous. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose anonymous... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose anonymous. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin...
From: (Anonymous) Date: August 23rd, 2005 08:23 pm (UTC) (Link)
choose goddamn trainspotting was overrated.
abmann From: abmann Date: August 23rd, 2005 08:30 pm (UTC) (Link)
There was a good techno song that "sampled" that monologue, in the sense that it stole the whole thing..

I've uploaded it here. (wma, 2.8meg)
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