'cause i've been chasing dreams and magazines
"There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man."
I forget who said that. Hell, I forget the exact wording. But I really don't think it could be any more true. I had a craptastic day working at the barn - freezing hands, horses turned out into dangerous fields, The War of the Hoses [Hoses - 3, Kim - 0], haying way too late - and yet my lesson on Cindy made everything so much better. It was a good ride. She was being a ditz and insisting that the door to the indoor was going to swallow her whole. And, for the first time in the six years I've been riding in that indoor, a stranger came up to ask Cathy something without warning us by saying 'door!'. Complete stranger, too! Wanted to know if Holly Tree would give him some horse poop. Cindy saw the man appear though, and I *swear* she said "I TOLD YOU SO!". After that, she was pretty solid though, and really tried to be good. I love that mare.
Still not over Glassjaw Boxer. MAD props to honestly_undone for vidding Big Easy. And speaking of Sixers, my friend shofar_sogood says it best:
Dear Stephen Kellogg,
Sorry I pissed away the '90s on the Spice Girls and Nsync. That was my fault, and I take the blame.
But this much is your fault- I find that your music is like a giant black hole that I cannot get out of. Your music is always in my head, CONSTANTLY. And I love that!
You made it hard for me to love other bands that don't see the humor in dancing in their underpants or throwing stuffed animals around.
If iTunes could talk, I'm sure it would tell me I need a hobby. "Go listen to the Byrds, or something," it might say. But I cannot, because I am on a Sixers high, and it is all your fault. So next time you write a touching lyric, or quote the Lion King in a hilarious fashion, I hope you're happy with the fact that you are enveloping more and more innocent people into this said black hole of rock.
I love you, but you are SO damn contagious.
/amused
I forget who said that. Hell, I forget the exact wording. But I really don't think it could be any more true. I had a craptastic day working at the barn - freezing hands, horses turned out into dangerous fields, The War of the Hoses [Hoses - 3, Kim - 0], haying way too late - and yet my lesson on Cindy made everything so much better. It was a good ride. She was being a ditz and insisting that the door to the indoor was going to swallow her whole. And, for the first time in the six years I've been riding in that indoor, a stranger came up to ask Cathy something without warning us by saying 'door!'. Complete stranger, too! Wanted to know if Holly Tree would give him some horse poop. Cindy saw the man appear though, and I *swear* she said "I TOLD YOU SO!". After that, she was pretty solid though, and really tried to be good. I love that mare.
Still not over Glassjaw Boxer. MAD props to honestly_undone for vidding Big Easy. And speaking of Sixers, my friend shofar_sogood says it best:
Dear Stephen Kellogg,
Sorry I pissed away the '90s on the Spice Girls and Nsync. That was my fault, and I take the blame.
But this much is your fault- I find that your music is like a giant black hole that I cannot get out of. Your music is always in my head, CONSTANTLY. And I love that!
You made it hard for me to love other bands that don't see the humor in dancing in their underpants or throwing stuffed animals around.
If iTunes could talk, I'm sure it would tell me I need a hobby. "Go listen to the Byrds, or something," it might say. But I cannot, because I am on a Sixers high, and it is all your fault. So next time you write a touching lyric, or quote the Lion King in a hilarious fashion, I hope you're happy with the fact that you are enveloping more and more innocent people into this said black hole of rock.
I love you, but you are SO damn contagious.
/amused