Hippo Gnu Deer, everyone! It’s New Year’s Eve, and while I am going to put up a more serious post with a yearly wrap-up and natter on about writing (and dancing, because obviously) and such (probably tomorrow), I thought I’d offer up a little December silliness for all and sundry.

On Twitter (@frabjouslinz) and Facebook, I’ve been posting up a ( Read more... )

News from the parental front is that Dad got to go home today. So that was about 9 days in the hospital that he didn't want. But he kept throwing up what he ate for awhile there, and they wouldn't let him go home until he could keep it down, or he'd just have ended up right back there. Lucky Dad. Mom said their dog Sasha was confused and worried, ( Read more... )

Happy Birthday to me - yesterday. I took the day off of work, slept in, talked to my parents, and had a mostly really nice day.

( Just hop in my Chrysler, it's as big as a whale.... )

Well, it's purportedly summertime. Our temperatures don't reflect summer, but given that most of the country, and other parts of the world, are locked in a nasty heatwave, I think I'll take mild temperatures and a cloudy tendency and be glad.

Tonight, Scott and I are going to see "Porgy and Bess" at the Seattle opera. I saw it once when I was 10 or ( Read more... )

 Here it is July, and the days are long and sometimes warm. Although I do find it irritating that we're just starting to get some summer, and there are back to school and fall commercials all over the place. Let me enjoy the season we have, marketers.

I'm on a music kick right now, adding cds that have been sitting around, adding stuff from iTunes ( Read more... )

And every seam is chinked with putty... What? Sometimes these lyrics are just what I'm listening to at the moment ( Read more... )

Song in my head today, a little haunting and poignant, but yet feisty. Oh, how I lurve thee, Ingrid Michaelson; you help me to write angsty scenes.

"Charlie," by Ingrid Michaelson

Charlie don't let the girls hurt your heart.
Don't let the angry boys tear you apart.
I know you're tired of not fitting in,
but it's not fitting in that will help to begin ( Read more... )

Song of the day: Colorblind, original by Counting Crows, the version I listen to is by Natalie Walker. It suits this gray day. I wish I were at dance so I could just move through the song and feel the air on my muscles and let my nerves spark from the work.

I am colorblind,
Coffee black and egg white.
Pull me out from inside.
I am ready, I am ready, I ( Read more... )

Highway, by Ingrid Michaelson

On a highway along the Atlantic I'm rifling through these last 17 years
The radio waxes romantic. Its lullabies fill our eyes with tears

We don't say a word
There's nothing to say that hasn't been heard
And how you've grown my little bird
I'm regretting letting you fly

6 pounds and 7 ounces. A ball of bones and flesh ( Read more... )

It's that time of year again, where I make relatives (and sometimes non-relatives) mixed CDs for presents. Frequently of holiday music, to keep with a theme. I seem to have about 15 hours of holiday music. Oy. Mostly xmas, but there are some Solstice and Hanukkah songs in there, too. I'm trying to find more that I like of those, because, well, ( Read more... )