Uwei Bo Nua.

1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. Write that song name down.

HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
Murder, Tonight, in the Trailer Park

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
I'm Not Afraid to Die

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Ladyfingers

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Sour Times

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
When Flagships Collide

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Dash 7

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Half a Person

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Horse Racing

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
I Think I'm Paranoid

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Jimmy

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Shining Star

WHAT SONG WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR WEDDING?
Into the Open

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Heart Full of Soul

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
I Will Survive

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
Crown of Love

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
All That Innocence

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
If You Were the Woman and I Was the Man

WHAT DOES YOUR WORK/SCHOOL EXPERIENCE ENTAIL?
Song for Innocents

WHAT IS YOUR ROMANTIC SIDE LIKE?
Pa' Todo el An~o

WHAT DOES THE FUTURE HOLD FOR YOU?
Untitled 7

WHAT WILL YOU REPOST THIS AS?
Uwei Bo Nua

Nicked from Miz Nealy ... hers came out eerily prescient ... mine not so much. Obviously, I didn't cheat and find the "perfect" song! A couple of funny ones, though ... what *do* I think of my friends?!?

Lady Lazarus lives yet again!

My iPod is a hypochondriac, I think. Only three years old and she's already had battery replacement surgery (scalpel wielded by Dr. William) and a wholesale resurrection (under the healing hands of Mark the Juggler).

Now, every so often, she just freezes up -- unresponsive, catatonic. Every time, I'm sure this is it -- I'll have to put her in a shoebox and bury her in the back yard.

But if I ignore her for a few weeks, then try reconnecting with her, she's suddenly perky and acting as if nothing ever happened.

Obviously, she's a female.

(See, guys, I can say this -- you can't).

Her namesake, btw, one of the first poems I really heard when I read it, back in junior high. Fantasizing about living the tortured, creative writer's life, drinking vodka straight up and falling into bed with older men. Alas, the reality not nearly so alluring ...

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Stupidity in advertising, Part 1

Does anyone else find this ridiculous?


"70% organic"??? What's the other 30%? Where does the one end and the other begin?

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Stupidity in advertising, Part 2

Why does this exist? My god -- even I'm not this fucking lazy or unnourished.

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