Like K. Fehrenbacher Jtwros. And Ruth D. Duthie. And winning the award for best hyphenation: Edith A. Sheedlo-Gosh. All real names pulled off of checks I've deposited today. Just thought I'd share my amusement. :)

Sadly, despite the number of times I have sung that chorus (including today), or that word in other pieces of music, I'm not at all sure I spelled it correctly.  And I'm too lazy to go downstairs and get my Messiah score to check.

Today I discovered a way to combat the long dark teatime~ sing right through it!  By the time my concert (which went ( Read more... )

Today was the wedding of two members of the choir that I sing in (the Apollo Chorus). These two met in the chorus, fell in love in the chorus, couldn't possibly get married without the chorus singing at the ceremony, so a consort of of were in attendance to send them off into matrimonial bliss. Except I was having a really hard time, because since ( Read more... )

...everyone has a skeleton
and a closet to keep it in
and you're mine
every song has a you
a you that the singer sings to
and you're it this time
baby, you're it this time...

Sometimes this journal feels like a collection of songs that I sing to people. It's been noted that sometimes I'm deliberately ambiguous in my posts, speaking to someone directly ( Read more... )

A milestone was reached, or a boundary breached, today (depending on how you want to look at it).  Apparently being named a "karaoke legend" at Sidekicks (a designation that, in fairness, is thrown around pretty liberally) wasn't quite high enough a level of nerdiness for me~ no no!  I decided I needed my own personal collection.  So today, I ( Read more... )

And maybe I do the same thing, but still it frustrates me.

Maybe it's just that we're never awake at the same time.

Just in case any of you were planning on one.  Very nice weather, but just too windy.  It's hard to enjoy the nice day when you're trying to keep your food from blowing away ( Read more... )

I'm just so sick of my fucking face. Can I just have a different one for a while? Please?

Saturdays at the bank are bullshit. No one does any serious business on a Saturday. They just come in and cash checks for weekend shopping (or in the case of the guy who asks for all small bills, likely a trip to the strip club), or bring in buckets of change to be counted in our notoriously finicky and jam-prone coin machine. And we should ( Read more... )

I hope that I never reach a point in life where I think I'm too old to make out with someone in the front seat of a car like teenagers for two and a half hours. And I hope I never get so uptight that I don't think it's funny when my car won't start because we've killed the battery running the heat and fogging up the windows. When mall security ( Read more... )