tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92228157004776898832024-02-08T12:32:10.572-08:00The Adventures of PippinThe adventures of a mad genius, none other than Pippin herself.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222815700477689883.post-73954761785940675212008-11-28T14:33:00.001-08:002008-11-28T14:37:20.368-08:00"I'm a lunatic!"My sister Becky has taken up a strange new catchphrase. She often walks around the house saying, "I'm a lunatic! Come on, say it with me!" I don't know where she made this up. I have a feeling that I may have influenced it in some way, shape or form, but I never actually said it. It has led to much bemusement on the parts of everyone who lives with her (i.e. me, Mum and Dad).<br /><br />Mum was interrogating her a bit on this matter today.<br /><br />Mum: "Who says that?" (thinking it's from a cartoon or movie or something)<br />Becky: "Me!"<br />Mum: "Who made it up?"<br />Becky: "I did!"<br />Mum: "*laughs* You know, I think it's funny. Not the 'I'm a lunatic part', because I actually don't like it all that much. But it's the 'come on say it with me' that I think it hilarious!"<br />Becky: "Come on, say it with me!"<br /><br />That's pretty much how it's been for us.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222815700477689883.post-59874158096692745112008-11-10T16:41:00.000-08:002008-11-10T16:43:36.132-08:00UntitledMy sister's hamster, Fluffy, died today. Remember Fluffy? He's the one who looked like a tribble. He died this morning...Becky was really sad about it. She still is. And I think she ought to be. It's really weird, though, because we had that hamster for less than a year. Hamsters generally live a little longer than that...but then again, we don't know how old he was when we first got him.<br /><br />I just had to get that out of my system...sort of...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222815700477689883.post-3798325189680355252008-11-02T06:51:00.000-08:002008-11-02T07:10:13.737-08:00NaNoWriMo!Yes, it's THAT time again. You know what I mean! It's November. And - think - what happens in November? No. I'm not talking about Thanksgiving. Or the anniversary of Freddie Mercury's death. Or even Election Day (although it's happening...). And I'm not even talking about the anniversary of when Nikki and I met!<br /><br />I mean National Novel Writing Month.<br /><br />Yes, THAT. The exciting time of the year when, once a year, all silly little writers like myself gather together via the internet to all join in the process of writing a 50,000 page novel in thirty days! Wow! I had a chance to do it last year, but I didn't. Let's just say there was a huge list of reasons why I didn't (they were thus: I was recovering from various things, I was very very busy, and I took my writing seriously then). But now that I'm not recovering from very much, I'm not too busy and I don't take my writing seriously (it's my MUSIC that I take seriously, and even then not all the time), I can do it! Yeah!<br /><br />Obviously you want to know what my story's about. The working title is "The White Lens of Perception". Yes, a big long title. But a main theme of the story is perception. See, at risk of saying too much, it is about a guy named Harrison (actually his last name) who finds a mysterious door in his house and goes through it, only to find himself in a dream-world that his long lost childhood ex-friend created. And so they're trapped there. And they have to get out. The friend wants to destroy the dream world and start from scratch. Harrison just wants a way out.<br /><br />I have made remarkably good time in writing this novel. I am 10,000 words in so far. And I'm not even kidding. All I can say is this: I stayed up until midnight last night to see November in. 10,000 words is a fifth of what I have to write. And it's only the second day. Egad!<br /><br />Stay tuned for further and similar updates!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222815700477689883.post-67056439865320878392008-10-28T07:58:00.000-07:002008-10-28T08:05:39.375-07:00Novemberists?!?!?!?!?Okay. I have a new problem. I don't know what a Novemberist is now and it's really bothering me.<br /><br />See, it all happened because of a song I wrote. It featured the line "See Novemberists in the street". It referred to picketers...I think...but it really bothered me because the next day, I had no idea what a Novemberist was. I didn't question it the night I wrote it because, well, there was meletonin in my brain. In other words, it was late and I was tired. (Note to self: weird and fantastic things happen when I try to write while there is meletonin in my head.)<br /><br />But the next morning I woke up to read what I'd written that night (see, stuff written late at night or early in the morning usually needs some rewriting to make sure I don't come off in a rather bad way). It was all suitable for inclusion into a song, but I came across the Novemberists line. And I thought, "What the heck is a Novemberist?"<br /><br />I do know where I got the word. It had to do with Decemberists. As in, the absolutely fantastic modern band that nobody's ever heard of! I basically took the month before December (i.e. November) and made a word out of it.<br /><br />I asked my friend Sasha, who didn't know what a Novemberist was, but she did know it had to have something to do with Decemberists. I then asked two friends, Rebecca and Stephanie, if they had any idea. Neither of them brought up the Decemberists. Though, Stephanie said, "You wrote it, right? You ought to know what it means." I then stated that I don't know what much of my writing means anyway and I can only decipher a very little of what I write. Rebecca said (jokingly), "Bad songwriter! Bad songwriter! Don't make other people listen to your music until you know what it means!" This I actually found funny.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222815700477689883.post-55229171031789904812008-09-25T16:48:00.001-07:002008-09-25T16:48:55.653-07:00I've just come to the conclusion that "bike" is a funny word.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222815700477689883.post-41678248879923663622008-09-25T10:48:00.000-07:002008-09-25T10:54:48.827-07:00You know you're in love...You know you're in love when...<br /><br />Those songs on the radio which you would originally have called "mushy" now make sense to you (and you even consider some of them "profound").<br /><br />The object of your affections is all you can really think about. S/he's on your mind all the time...in the car going places...doing chores around the house...swimming in the pool...<br /><br />You write a sonnet for the object of your affections (now come on, who HONESTLY writes a sonnet...?)<br /><br />You prolifically write love songs about the object of your affections but get rid of more than half of them because you think they express your emotions a bit TOO accurately...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222815700477689883.post-85296088336550051682008-09-15T18:28:00.000-07:002008-09-15T18:31:51.519-07:00The VegetarianI met my friend Alexandra at the park today. She proudly announced that she is going to become a vegetarian. I thought this was a very interesting and rather admirable idea. (She's still going to eat mealworms and crickets though. She likes eating bugs, and she claims that the bugs were not mistreated, thus she can eat them.) I thought this was actually a pretty good idea. I couldn't become a vegetarian though. I really need to eat my meat. I'm sort of a carnivore. My sandwiches contain meat, and I like to eat chicken and rice for dinner. Actually - since I had chicken and rice for dinner, and my meat sandwich for lunch, and my breakfast included bacon, I had meat at every meal today. Actually, I'm sort of proud of this fact, though I can't tell why.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222815700477689883.post-60854776810062773532008-09-10T08:42:00.000-07:002008-09-10T14:10:52.256-07:00Pippin SINGS! (oh no everybody, run and hide!)Ever noticed how I keep insisting that I'm a musician except none of you have ever actually heard me sing? Well, today's your lucky day! I've uploaded a few recordings of my singing on YouTube! Note that they're only covers. This is because I'm not at the point where I'm ready to put up my original songs. (But they'll be on there someday, I promise!)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a9eUCE5nJsA">Seven Seas of Rhye</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pnlQMWrDkno">Rhiannon</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UbjEQDNdTHI">Wish You Were Here</a><br /><br />Any comments on them would be ever so greatly appreciated. I've gotten curious what people think of them anyway.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222815700477689883.post-59406201775759307312008-09-08T11:22:00.001-07:002008-09-08T11:26:28.425-07:00Maybe it's just me......or maybe it's my obsession with classic rock. I dunno. I've been watching Star Wars films as of late with my sister. I have nothing against Star Wars, I actually think it's quite brilliant (despite all the ideas and situations it presents that have become cliched over time; I don't think most of them were very cliche when it came out). However, while watching Revenge of the Sith, I realized that Anakin looks somewhat like Syd Barrett. (Well, there's this one picture of the band, with all five members, and he DOES look somewhat like Syd in that picture...) And when I watched A New Hope last night, I thought Luke looked sort of familiar...then I realized it! He looks like John Paul Jones! Somewhat! No, not the Revolutionary War guy! The Led Zeppelin guy! I defy anybody to prove this wrong! Yeah!<br /><br />Huh...maybe it's just me, though...am I right? Or am I crazy?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222815700477689883.post-10070690454343052572008-09-02T17:33:00.001-07:002008-09-02T17:37:55.406-07:00Oy vey!Oy vey! It's been a long time since I last wrote here. Lots of stuff has gone on since then. Like what, for example? Well, I've written a new album. Which amazed me, 'cause it took me only four days to write and record ALL the material. I think it's because the arrangements are simpler this time. Mostly it's just me and my guitar. Yeah...I've also written and recorded a brand new song. Actually, two songs. This might not seem so cool, except - they're over 20 minutes long. Yeah! I've decided to stop talking about those legendary progsters and become one myself! Pretty awesome, huh? It's going to be on an album of mine entitled A Round Trip and Back Again. (It's sort of a joke - The Hobbit is also called There and Back Again, and it's sort of a round trip because it starts and ends similarly. Also, it's alphabetical. My first album was called Phoenix, then the next one shall be called Queen of Hearts, and then Round Trip...see? It's the alphabet!)<br /><br />I will do what I can to record more on here. Partly I feel discouraged because nobody actually reads this stuff that I put up. At least, nobody comments on what I've written! What's wrong with you readers? Comment more! Argh! Comment! Comment! (No I'm kidding...though I'd really appreciate it if more than one person commented.)<br /><br />Hee hee!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222815700477689883.post-29626573638029241842008-08-22T10:28:00.000-07:002008-08-23T12:00:33.627-07:00How stuff happensEver notice how stuff can happen, just spontaneously, and whether you meant it or not, it can change the course of your afternoon, or your week, or possibly your life? That's what happened to me last night and today.<br /><br />You see, I was playing around with Harrison (my uke) last night, when Becky came into my room and asked what I was doing. So I showed her what I was playing. Just random chords and stuff. Then I began playing <a href="http://www.rathergood.com/moon_song/">We Like the Moon</a> and then I realized it had a real catchy chord progression. So I decided to improvise lyrics to a totally different tune (as though We Like the Moon even HAS a tune). So I did this for a while, and Becky was watching me with rapt attention (at least, I THINK it was rapt attention). And when it was done, I realized I had a nifty song there. So the next day I recorded it. I guess that's how you break songwriter's block. Just improvise random stuff to a random tune and that ought to work.<br /><br />And yesterday, I announced to Mum that I was bored. So she spontaneously just said, "You want to go to the museum?" Becky and I said sure, so that settled it. We off and went to the museum. Which was fun.<br /><br />And then there's my Wall of Songs. It's something in the back of my journal. You see, I was bored and loitering in my room yesterday so I looked at the back inner cover of my journal. My journals are just composition books that I get at the store and put cool pictures on the covers of. But the back inner cover is just random junk that they put in composition books. So I wrote Echoes in small lettering on the back. This is Echoes as in the Pink Floyd song. I was not satisfied with this. So I wrote Long Away. And Across the Universe. And Moonage Daydream. And Tangerine. Until I had a whole wall of songs on the back cover. (Well, it seems like a wall to me!) So now, when I'm bored, I can just write a random song title on the back of my book. All born out of spontinaity. (I can't spell that word.)<br /><br />And I guess that's how stuff happens.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222815700477689883.post-10983605161642916842008-08-18T19:11:00.000-07:002008-08-18T19:23:14.645-07:00Venting my frustration.I went to Office Depot today, after waiting all week for Mum to take me. I had some gift cards, and I had no idea how much was on them. I was hoping a lot. I was pleased to discover that they had 17 bucks on 'em. Now, I wanted to get an iPod card with them, and since I was feeling rich I got two. I tried to buy them along with a special plastic box to put my CD's in (I store my little treasures under my bed), except then I discovered you can't buy iPod cards with gift cards. Very upset, I paid for one in cash and used the card on my box.<br /><br />I then got the idea to give mum the cards to buy a keyboard for our new computer if she took the cards, which she did. There was some confusion however, it was so confusing I won't get into now. So I was upset because I was of the impression mum was mad at me. In the car she convinced me she wasn't. I went home happy.<br /><br />I got home and I tried to use the cards. One of them supposedly wasn't valid. (Don't ask me why, it looked totally valid to me.) The other one wasn't activated by the fellow at Office Depot. I was first mad, then I got upset and started crying. I told mum what happened. Now, maybe this doesn't seem like a big deal to you, but you have to remember, I was looking forward to getting those cards all week, and they'd cost me $30 (which doesn't seem like a lot to some but is nearly a fortune to me). And now I couldn't use the bloody things. Mum, who has infinitely more patience than I do, decided she'd try to figure out my technological issues. And viola! She got one of the cards to work. The other one still has yet to be activated. We might see about that tonight. I doubt it though. Mum's having issues with another computer. It won't work. I don't know everything about it as I don't want to get into her problems. (It'd make her mad I fancy.) If we have any luck we might get our problems solved tomorrow. Or maybe the day after. Hopefully within the week. It's Monday.<br /><br />Anyway, I decided that if the other one didn't work that was no problem, I could just work for money to get myself another one. I am trying to convince myself that money is absolutely nothing and is no object of any kind. But it is, alas. So I used my iPod card that I already had to buy an album, The Six Wives of Henry the Eight. It is a very good album, even if it's all instrumentals. No problem of any kind! (Heck, if Rick Wakeman is the fellow singing in the background of some Yes songs, then maybe I don't want to hear his voice.) Though, Catharine of Aragon sounds a lot like a song I composed (which oddly enough is similarly titled as Aragorn Rhapsody.) Perhaps I shouldn't be so sad, as I got to meet with my best friend today, and we spent four hours of nonstop fun together. Life is admittedly good.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222815700477689883.post-18841817980758257062008-08-13T18:58:00.001-07:002008-08-13T19:28:17.434-07:00Give us SparkNotes!Okay. So I was thinking about SparkNotes today. It's kind of a cool concept, if you know what I mean...little study guides for books you might read in school and stuff...I was looking at their website a while back and saw they have study guides for films, too. (Star Wars was one of them, which I found rather funny.)<br /><br />Except then I thought about it - and then I realized. SparkNotes doesn't have guides on the pieces of art that truly matter. Namely I'm talking about stuff like "Tommy" and "The Wall".<br /><br />Nope, I'm not kidding. SparkNotes should make a series of books on famous rock operas. I say this because they could actually occasionally be useful. No kidding. A friend of mine who graduated college a while ago told me that once, they had the students do a little lesson-thing on The Wall. Yeah, like the Pink Floyd album. It actually was the Pink Floyd album. And then they made them watch the movie. Yeah...I made a little joke to her about how The Wall is either a piece of genius, horribly depressing, or Roger Waters whining about his life instead of getting one. (If by some random chance Roger Waters is reading this - I apologize and hope he doesn't take it as anything more than a joke.)<br /><br />So seriously, SparkNotes should make little guides to stuff like The Wall, or Tommy. Tommy's practically a classic as it is! There should seriously be a series of SparkNotes books on albums. If somehow they could figure out a way to do albums that weren't just rock operas, then I'll bet they ought to try something like Sgt. Pepper's. Seriously! Somebody ought to make up this stuff before I get to it. Naah, then I get to say it's my idea. But honestly! They should do that!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222815700477689883.post-56398650710215327272008-08-10T19:37:00.000-07:002008-08-10T19:46:33.321-07:00No More Computer RoomThe computer on which I type all this stuff has moved. No more computer room. It is now in the family room, where one would find the television. The advantage of this is that I can use the piano now. Our piano (Lennon, as I named it) is in the family room. The computer used to be in its own little room. But now it's moved.<br /><br />Advantages: I can use the piano to record with Lennon now.<br /><br />Disadvantages: I can't work if my sister is in the room, I can't use Wakeman (the keyboard I used to use) because it's in the other room, and if someone comes into the room (which they ALWAYS do) - I can't work.<br /><br />Hmm...there's a 1 to 3 ratio of advantages to disadvantages. Do you think I approve of the change?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222815700477689883.post-41912955810024531052008-08-05T09:21:00.001-07:002008-08-05T09:21:47.009-07:00An EXPERIENCE!Last night, I had a real EXPERIENCE! (And it wasn't the Jimi Hendrix Experience, ha, I wish...) Aunt Dee-dee, Uncle Gary, my cousin Alicia and I all went to a Korean restaurant for dinner last night! And it was a real experience!<br /><br />I'm sure you've heard of the restaurants where they cook the food in front of you. They did that. There was a little grill (or whatever you'll call it) in the center of the table, and we got to watch them as they cooked the food for us. They also had some chopsticks for us to use; I'm not really very proficient in the usage of chopsticks, but I was determined to learn how. And, believe it or not, I was actually able to eat my food with no other utensil! (Except for the soup...I used a spoon there, of course...)<br /><br />The food itself was quite good. I liked the meat a lot, especially the first meat we had (which I guess was some sort of beef, but I'm not totally sure). The soup wasn't quite my thing, but heck, it's not everybody's thing. I liked the bean sprouts that they served us before the meal (an appetizer or something, I guess). It was all quite good.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222815700477689883.post-41068460892105492612008-08-02T11:14:00.001-07:002008-08-02T11:17:02.938-07:00Sauron's a moron.I was writing a story today, where one of the characters is named Sorren, and it made me think of how there's an owl called Soren in Guardians of Ga'Hoole. And then I thought about the one time I was talking to my uncle about Lord of the Rings. We were discussing the pronunciations of the names and such, and my uncle brought up the fact that he pronounces Sauron's name as Sorren. I told him that I couldn't say it that way, as Soren is a hero owl in Guardians of Ga'Hoole, and that's how you pronounce his name. So then I told him how I pronounce Sauron. I didn't realize it, but now I do. I say Sauron so that it rhymes with "moron". Since I think certain insult words can be funny if carried into Middle-Earth and such, I mentally made the joke that "Sauron's a moron". Well, not exactly, but it's fairly humorous.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222815700477689883.post-86746355730751500402008-08-01T18:19:00.000-07:002008-08-01T18:33:20.361-07:00Largely concerning dogs.Well, I'm back. I had a brilliant time on holiday, and guess what? Bears came through our campsite every night! I didn't see them because I was sleeping, though. The last night there, however, I did see a bear near the dumpsters!<br /><br />However, that's not the main purpose of my discussion today. (Yeah right...) I was reading Fruits Basket and thinking about Shigure. He's a dog (literally), and I'm a dog on the Chinese zodiac. I think two of my best friends are, too...they're both 14, like me. (One of my friends I'm not sure about, I'll have to ask her.) I decided I wanted to refer to this in a song I could write, but I was also curious about other things. Apparently there are months assosiated with each animal, so I wanted to know which animal's month I was born in. I was born in May, and according to Wikipedia (which I trust for accuracy, so sad), May, the fifth month, is assosiated with the snake. This made me think of Ayame from Fruits Basket...this is a bit unusual, as I have some Ayame-like tendencies. (Hopefully you know what I mean when I use that word...) So the symbolic thing in my song became a "serpent-dog" (dog's year, snake's month). This actually sounds fairly cool.<br /><br />Then my curiosity got out of hand. I became curious about what year the members of Queen were born in. (One of these days I'm going to do it for the members of all my favorite bands, just you wait...) I discovered, to my surprise, that Freddie Mercury is (was) a dog, too. I've always felt a certain, oh, let's say kinship with Freddie (I once wondered if, were there such a thing as reincarnation, I might be his reincarnation), and the fact that we're both dogs strengthened this feeling. So anyway - I decided I'd put him in the song. (An unusual fact - during this searching, I discovered that Skandar Keynes, who acts as Edmund in the Narnia films, was born on Freddie's birthday in the year he died. Perhaps I shouldn't be the one thinking I'm his reincarnation...)<br /><br />Then I got interested in what month and what element Freddie turned out to be and well...it ended up that his month of birth was the month of the rabbit. A serpent-dog and a rabbit-dog. This is all interesting of course. His element turned out to be fire, and mine was wood. A wood-dog and a fire-dog paint some very cool images in my head. All this is going to end up in my songs! Hopefully...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222815700477689883.post-21197353149036559032008-07-28T08:42:00.000-07:002008-07-28T08:48:28.496-07:00Going on holiday!Yes, you know what this means! I'm going on HOLIDAY! Yet again! Gosh, two holidays in one summer? I must be mad I say!<br /><br />Well, I'm going to Mammoth to go camping. Another family we know is coming with us. This is the first time I've gone on vacation with another family and I'm so excited! I'm going to have tons of fun! When I come back, I'll let you all know what happens!<br /><br />Also, last night, I FINALLY saw the Prince Caspian movie with my aunt and uncle. They're great fans of Narnia, and we weren't disappointed by the film. The first part is fairly true to the book, but everything that happens after Caspian invades the castle (which didn't happen in the book) is basically a mixture of stuff that wasn't in the book with a few things that did happen floating around. (Admittedly it made me want to go back and read that book again.) There wasn't a single scene with Reepicheep that I didn't say, "Aww, he's so cute!" (That's what being a hamster owner does to you.) The part where he loses his tail, I couldn't help but say, "He's a HAMSTER now!" I also liked Trufflehunter, the badger. I do like badgers. Ever notice how, whenever you see a badger, you feel like you want to hug it and kiss it, except it'll tear you to shreds so maybe you shouldn't? Me too. Also, in the movie, I noticed that there's this one guy who looks like John Bonham! No joke! (Seriously - it's the part where Glossell - or maybe Sospespian, I have trouble telling the two apart - tells Miraz that the Narnians killed some of his men. The guy on the far left. Yes, THAT'S him.)<br /><br />So anywho - I had a great time last night. Let's hope I'll have a great time this time, too!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222815700477689883.post-56477633206654007972008-07-26T10:26:00.001-07:002008-07-26T10:46:19.025-07:00The Fourth Album Conspiracy?I'm convinced that bands have some sort of a conspiracy about fourth albums.<br /><br />Have you ever noticed that, when a band does their fourth album, it's often either very popular, very sucessful, very different, or very good? I first noticed this when I realized that <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Night_at_the_Opera_%28Queen_album%29">A Night at the Opera</a> is Queen's fourth album. As far as I know, A Night at the Opera is considered Queen's best album. It has their best song on it, anyway!<br /><br />And then there's <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Led_zeppelin_iv">Led Zeppelin IV</a>. It's a very famous Led Zeppelin album, and it has the world's number 1 rock song on it: Stairway to Heaven. I think that deserves it some special attention, doesn't it?<br /><br />There's other albums, too: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Hard_Day%27s_Night_%28album%29">A Hard Day's Night</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eldorado_%28Electric_Light_Orchestra_album%29">Eldorado</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leftoverture">Leftoverture</a>, and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fragile_%28Yes_album%29">Fragile</a>. A Hard Day's Night was a soundtrack of sorts to the Beatle's first movie. Leftoverture has Kansas's number one song, Carry On Wayward Son. Fragile was a breakthrough album for Yes (and, by extention, the entire prog genre). Eldorado, well, it's not too notable...but I love it, and remember, this is <i>my</i> blog, and if I like it, it goes on here. Also, if one considers <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Space_Oddity_%28album%29">Space Oddity</a> to be David Bowie's first album, then that would make <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rise_and_Fall_of_Ziggy_Stardust_and_the_Spiders_from_Mars">Ziggy Stardust</a> his fourth. And we all know what <i>that</i> was famous for.<br /><br />Ah! I've almost forgotten! Let me never forget that <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tommy_%28rock_opera%29">Tommy</a> was the Who's fourth album. That album was almost revolutionary! (Heck, maybe it was!) It was the first album to be billed as a rock opera upon release! Let's never forget that!<br /><br />So - is it a conspiracy? I think not. Sure, there's plenty of bands with fourth albums that were particularly good, but not enough to constitute a conspiracy. True, a lot of bands had some pretty good fourth albums, some of which are famous enough to say they're legendary. But there were plenty of bands that didn't fit into this pattern. (People like The Doors, Fleetwood Mac, the Rolling Stones, The Steve Miller Band, and Cream didn't have fourth albums that were that famous. And to diehard fans of these bands: I apologize if you don't agree with these descriptions. I've never even heard those guys' fourth albums! But if I haven't heard of them, they probably aren't too famous.) But then, I think that there might be enough evidence present to say that "fourth time's the charm" as far as music goes.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222815700477689883.post-80143166337595892002008-07-22T10:47:00.000-07:002008-07-22T10:48:59.522-07:00Van Halen.Van Halen is a good name for a hamster. You know why? Because hamsters scream. Just like Van Halen.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222815700477689883.post-70361816624093105842008-07-21T16:05:00.000-07:002008-07-21T16:22:58.185-07:00No one calls me Bonzo.My mum and I got some bon-bons at the store today, and they made me realise something. I have a slight resentment harbored towards them. You see, my real name is Bonnie (though I insist on having people call me Pippin), and when I was a kid, too many people called me Bon-Bon and other such unpleasant nicknames. In fact, it was only when my favorite teacher called me Bonzai did I ever feel the least bit glad to have this name.<br /><br />Except then I realised something else. I have yet to figure out why nobody's ever called me Bonzo. I mean, it makes sense...you can get it out of Bonnie. Bonzo, for those who don't know, refers to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Bonham">John Bonham</a>, of Led Zeppelin. Most everybody knows that I like Led Zeppelin. (If you didn't know that by now - why didn't you know that already?) And most people I know know that my real name is Bonnie. I wonder why nobody ever put two and two together...hmm...Okay, from this day on, I demand to be called Bonzo! Everybody must call me Bonzo! That is if you're not busy calling me Pippin! I am Bonzo! Fear me!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222815700477689883.post-40219586775614056212008-07-17T09:01:00.000-07:002008-07-17T09:06:38.167-07:00A Night at the CinemaI went to the cinema last night with my Mum, Aunt Dee-Dee and Uncle Gary. We saw the film Get Smart. Now, I always liked watching the show Get Smart, and so I was curious to see how the film went up against the show. The film was rather good, though, given a choice, I'd probably rather have the show in the long run. Though, the film is inappropriate in places (admittedly this was not keeping in spirit of the original show, where one would find none of this). This is why we did not take Becky. That and she was having a sleepover. In the end, I'd recommend the film for anyone who wants to be entertained.<br /><br />Also - I finally got around to listening to Ziggy Stardust. It's incredible, just like Nikki said it would be! (And now I went to the library and I've got three other albums to listen to now...maybe later today.)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222815700477689883.post-56999024352544712242008-07-15T16:54:00.000-07:002008-07-15T16:57:05.745-07:00It was over before it started.Guess what? This stinks...My psychologist informed me of the inconvenient truth. No, it has nothing to do with global warming. She told me that most people don't like my English accent and that the majority of my peers find it annoying. As did she. As a result, I no longer speak Scouse. Doesn't that stink? I'm never going to speak like the Beatles again! That is, until I move to Liverpool in revenge to pick up the accent again and start a prog-glam rock band with my best friend who will be living with me there. Yes, I make weird plans for the future. Usually I do not tell people these things. So there went me Scouse accent.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222815700477689883.post-1539877119264752032008-07-14T19:33:00.000-07:002008-07-14T20:03:58.311-07:00Non sequiturs and a round of edible lime!Non sequiturs are fun. They also taste rather good. Why do I say this? I was with two of my friends (Sasha and Kolya), and we were having a lovely time together while making non sequiturs. I have no idea what we said exactly, as nobody was writing it down, but I do recall that there were references to such diverse subjects as Teddy Roosevelt, toothbrushes, the sky turning purple, free festivals, the rainfall in Kenya, and the roof coming off and golden flowers (I think) raining down. Have you ever brushed a hippopotamus *?<br /><br />Also - we decided to play a round of Exquisite Corpse. It's a surrealist game where you begin to write a sentence on a piece of paper and then you hide part of it by folding the paper. Then the next person has to write a little more, and such goes on...I kept telling them we'd play "Exquisite Corpse", except my English accent kept getting in the way and they thought I said "Exquisite Copse". I had to correct them. Sasha did not much care for this name, hence we changed it to Edible Lime. You see, Exquisite Corpse got its name because "Exquisite corpse" was the first part of the first sentence made with that game. The sentence we made was: "The edible lime will be ukuleles to destroy Frankenstein's stale Twinkies growl and die." Actually, if you think about it, Edible Lime sounds like the name of an alchoholic beverage or something. "Oi! Get us another round o' Edible Lime, willya?" (Or some such nonsense.)<br /><br />Also - Kolya, who is a great David Bowie fan, gave me a copy of The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars. (That has to be the longest album title I have ever seen in my life.) I haven't actually gotten around to listening to it, though...I promise I will! Maybe tomorrow!<br /><br />*This is completely off-topic if you know what I'm talking about.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222815700477689883.post-39737031700767616652008-07-13T16:12:00.000-07:002008-07-13T16:15:01.923-07:00Be Kind To Your BehindI just discovered the funniest thing today. My grandma was showing me a little ad in a magazine for Cotonelle toilet paper or something. She thought it was cute that there were tons of puppies on the stairs, but I noticed something hilarious. On the little package of toilet paper in the ad, it had the words "Be Kind to Your Behind" on it. I just thought this was funny. You see, if the joke contains any sort of bathroom humor, I automatically crack up. Perhaps you are one of the more "conservative" members of our population and you fail to see how this is funny. Well, let me tell you something - I bet that, in actuality, you laugh at things like this. Oh, come on. Don't tell me you don't laugh. This sort of thing is absolutely hilarious, I say.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0