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I JUST SAW SPINAL TAP LIVE

WELL NOT SO MUCH TAP AS CHRISTOPHER GUEST, MICHAEL MCKEAN AND HARRY SHEARER

AND THEY WERE AMAZING

SO SO AMAZING

WILL RECAP AFTER I SLEEP
edna_blackadder: (Heart -- black and white)
So, here are some major kudos to Heart for responding to the illegal use of "Barracuda" at the Republican convention.

Honestly, it has actually bothered me on an irrational level that people keep calling Palin that, even though the "soulless" part fits her well enough. The more I learn about her, the more I'm convinced that Sarah Palin is what Ann Coulter would be if Ann Coulter stayed on her meds.
edna_blackadder: (Heart -- black and white)
Sara and I just saw Heart in concert, at the Nikon at Jones Beach Theater on Long Island. We went through hell to do so: a confusing bus that did not take us to the theatre as we thought it would, swiftly followed by what Sara very aptly described as the Great Flood. One minute it looked threatening, next minute it was a downpour of legendary proportions. When we found a cab driver willing to take us to the theatre, I tipped him twice what I usually would because the water was splashing higher than the car was tall.

So we finally got there, and as it's an open-air arena, obviously everything is delayed. Doors opened an hour and a half late. We stood freezing under an awning meant for people more important than ourselves, then were lent an umbrella to make a run for shelter by a staffer. The umbrella was inside out and torn within seconds of Sara opening it.

So we waited and waited, and finally things started to happen. We got t-shirts, then went inside. It was a three-act show: Cheap Trick, Heart and finally Journey, the headliner. Cheap Trick played first, and unfortunately had to shorten their setlist on account of the weather. They were good, but obviously we were there for Heart.

THEY. KICKED. ASS.

They opened with 'Magic Man,' wherein Ann swapped around some lines but made up for it with pure stage presence and awesomeness, then played 'Straight On,' which would have made me want to play cards like it usually does if not for the fact that I WAS IN A STADIUM SEEING HEART PERFORM LIVE. Then Nancy jokingly introduced herself as 'the other sister' and sang 'These Dreams,' which was gorgeous as always. They followed that with 'Alone,' which was also lovely. And then there was the shock and awesome.

They began playing something with an instrumental opening. I recognised it. I was thinking, 'I know this song. I definitely know it, but I can't place it. Which Heart song is this?' and then, after a moment, I realised: it was not a Heart song. It was 'Love Reign O'er Me.' 'LOVE REIGN O'ER ME.' THE FINALE OF QUADROPHENIA, YOU GUYS. And they not only did it justice, which is NO MEAN FEAT, they blew it out of the water. (Jones Beach Theater is on the water, by the way.) I was like, 'Oh my god! Oh my fucking god!' It was amazing. Not to mention Nancy doing some Townshend-type leaps, though considering she's very much the exciting show-woman in her own right, I'm hesitant to call them that.*

That amazing was, of course, followed by more amazing. 'Barracuda,' always a favourite because it rocks so hard, came next. Then something I actually didn't know, but enjoyed nonetheless, and finally 'Crazy On You,' which was just ... well. So awesome. So beautiful, so spooky at points ... yeah. No words, my friends.

After they left the stage, I turned to Sara. We'd already been contemplating not staying for Journey because of the storm delay, and I was thinking, 'Oh my god, they were so fucking awesome, I don't want to hear anything else after this.' Sara was thinking, approximately, 'Oh my god, they were so fucking awesome, I don't want to hear anything else after this, but also because I'm so ridiculously tired.' So we left with our enthusiasm and exhaustion and called a taxi. Appropriately, I think Sara passed out while I was typing that.

So basically, we went through hell for Heart and they made it SO FUCKING WORTH IT. I'll see them every time they come anywhere near me. THEY WERE FUCKING AWESOME.

Before I forget, a side note about Ann, something I noticed and found very endearing. She does not hog the spotlight. When she is not singing, she gracefully steps back and lets Nancy and Craig Bartock and their warring guitars take center stage. It's classy and sweet, and not something many lead singers would do.

*Some funny syntax might be intentional there. Bonus points if you noticed it.
edna_blackadder: (Pete - mellow)
Shortest of short notice, but if you support the WGA strike, watch Letterman tonight.
edna_blackadder: (Thursday -- SpecOps)
I'm not going to bore you all (well, I might on my other journal if and when I post) with a list of things I got for Christmas, though the three different Bush-and-company-mocking card decks might count as interesting.

I will, however, share my [livejournal.com profile] yuletide gifts, because they were lovely. Both Blackadder, as it turned out: Fast Away the Old Year Passes, from my assigned Yuletide author, and Nostalgia, an extra treat from some kind Yuletide Madness writer. I love them both, so go read and comment now!
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Oh, and quick PSA from [livejournal.com profile] elbales: If you see a "Career Cruising" meme going around, please don't participate or pass it on. It's not a free quiz--it's on a pay site, and by using whoever's login/password it is, you're going to get them into a huge amount of trouble. As [livejournal.com profile] wendymr has pointed out, it's a site for professional career counselors and their clients, and my suspicion is that one of those clients leaked the password, probably to their friends, and it went wild from there. So, you know, for the sake of this poor counselor, please tell people to delete or lock their meme entries or not participate at all. I don't know if the counselor can change his/her password, either.

I don't usually repost these things, but I actually have seen some people doing this meme.
edna_blackadder: (Stephen - kiss)
Dear Stephen Colbert,

While I see no evidence to contradict your claim that all opticians are gay, the description you gave of an optician better describes an optometrist. Optometrists put you into the giant mechanical blinder thing -- I can't remember what you called it, but I think you know what I mean -- to look right into your eyes, while opticians merely make your glasses. So, who's gay, Stephen? Opticians or optometrists?

Hoping you will clear up this important truth,
Abigail
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Whoo, public post.

For those who don't know, I have a second journal. [livejournal.com profile] violet_soapbox is I, in a non-fandom capacity. When I created that journal, it was meant to be my personal journal, because I decided I needed to end the practice of getting overly personal in my fandom journal. But then I found that I couldn't quite stop doing that, because my flist there is significantly shorter than my flist here.

I absolutely respect your collective right to not want to hear about my personal life. And considering I don't update either journal all that often, it often doesn't seem like I have one. I know that some people are aware of [livejournal.com profile] violet_soapbox and have chosen not to friend it, and I respect that decision. In some cases I'm just after fandom, too.

But now I'm hoping to get more use out of that journal, and so just in case anyone didn't know, and would like to friend me there - go for it. I'll add you back.
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If you comment here, and you add me first, there is a ninety-nine point nine percent chance that I'll add you back. This journal is not friendslocked against anyone, and I do not have specific friends filters. I just decided, for my own peace of mind, to make the change. So don't be shy about asking ... the only reason for this change is so that I can know exactly who is reading my journal.

EDIT: Um, sorry ... you don't need to comment if you're already a friend! I like you guys. If you're on my flist already, assume that I'm keeping you ;)
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Hurrah! Consider $250 donated.

Thank you all for your kindness. This means, of course, that I cannot take any more comments, but [livejournal.com profile] x0_da_emster_0x, [livejournal.com profile] italianchick589, and [livejournal.com profile] rotcknn_ahren are still in the game, so if you've come here to post, please go to their journals and comment there.

And of course, if any of you want to do it, comment here and let me know, and I shall direct people to your LJ. The limit is arbitrary, whatever you can afford to give. You don't have to give as much as I did, or you can give more, or ... well, it's your call.

I just have to say it again: Thank you all so much. Every single one of you - I loved reading your comments, and I'm glad so many people want to help.
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Having just graduated from high school with generous relatives, I can afford this. [livejournal.com profile] shadbolt75 started it, and I got it from [livejournal.com profile] littlecreek, and I had to do it. I can't go to New Orleans to help in person because I have classes. But I can donate $1 to the Red Cross for every comment on this post.

So, comment. Say whatever you like, just comment, and I will donate $1. My limit is $250.

All I can say is a huge thank you to everyone who has already done this.

EDIT: Wednesday, September 7th, 9:08 P.M.:

With 252 comments, our limit has been reached (and since the two extra were replies, you have all been represented).

Thank you all!
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OK, I'll try to do this without sounding too preachy.

I donate blood. I strongly believe that other people should, too. I did it today for the fourth time in my life, and like every other time, it made me feel good. I've still got the LifeSource sticker on my shirt. So, what I'm trying to say is, please get out there and donate blood.

I won't deny that having a needle stuck in your arm is painful, but it's not that painful, and seriously ten minutes of slight pain is absolutely worth saving up to three other people's lives.

This time was also different from the other three because, well, I'm sure you've all seen those touching pictures of families hugging with captions reading, 'This moment made possible by blood donors.' It's one thing to see these, but it's quite another to recognise the people featured in them.

Until recently, my mom was a newswriter at WGN. (She's at CBS now.) Back when she was at WGN, though, she had a close friend and co-worker in one of the producers there, whom I had the occasion to meet once and who is without question among the sweetest people I have ever known. Last year she was pregnant with her sixth child. Her first five pregnancies were easy, no complications whatsoever. With the sixth, she needed an emergency C section on account of severe internal bleeding. Her son was fine, but she ended up on life support and needed transfusions of 16 units of whole blood and platelets before she began to heal at all. It has taken her nearly a year to recover.

Just a few weeks ago, my mom and I watched a WGN piece about this near-death experience suffered by one of their own. And today, when I went into LifeSource to make my regular blood donation, I recognised the woman in the picture as my mother's friend. I almost cried, and I'd only met her once, and that was before all of this happened to her. It's very sobering to actually know these stories.

So if that wasn't enough to make me feel like using the Internet to tell a sad, scary story to my poor, unsuspecting flist in a desperate attempt to petition other people to donate blood, there's one more thing. When I got home after I donated blood, I noticed that I had a new voice message on my cell phone. It turned out to be LifeSource confirming my appointment for earlier, and the woman who left it said that 'three out of ten donors keep their Saturday appointments.' She said it twice, so I didn't misconstrue. That statistic frightened me. Seven out of ten people don't show up for LifeSource? Well, I guess I am one of those three, then. I just wish there were more of us. So ... please donate blood?

I'm really sorry if this sounds holier-than-thou. I've probably shaken you guys a bit, and that isn't what I intended ... this is just an emotional issue for me. I can't force any of you to donate blood and I respect that. However, I can attempt to ask nicely, which is what I'm doing.
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