feeling old by twenty one
Jun. 5th, 2004 04:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impySo, I've got my Pepsi [on the rocks as it were], my Tori [I can't believe I resisted buying ToaL so long. Resistance is futile and all that jazz], and a new [to me] Anita Blake novel waiting in the wings. What more could a girl want?
Well, to know if I have any Scrubs episodes on tape anywhere. That'd be nice. To know where my nail clippers are so I could kill my ring finger's nail that's making it most difficult to type, although if I need to slice any skin, I'm thinking I could.
One of these years I'm going to fully convert Mumsy to Tori. She's halfway there, and for some reason it still amuses me to no end that she accepted Stabbing Westward far more easily. To the point where she will request 'em if I have that CD case. Of course they live in the same case as Savage Garden, so they don't really get requested all that much once she remembers that fact, but hey.
And now I will geek out and woo and hoo [and boo for one track] for Tales of a Librarian. Because some of us haven't gotten to see PoA yet. G'ah.
Precious Things: You know, I can tell it's different and has been tweaked, but unlike some reviews I read before I was so rudely told to get the fuzzy off the line, I don't have any real opinions. I like the song. I don't mind any of the changes, but I never fully glomped onto the wonder of PT. I love it, yes, but she's never been my most favorite of all the girls.
Angels: It's one of those songs that I think I could listen to for forever and never really pay attention to until time and space moved to the point where I am forced to fully hear it. Some Tori songs are like that. You know you'll need them in the future, but you don't know why or how or even when. You just know that sooner or later you'll end up at their door, heart in hand, wondering how the hell it came to this.
Silent All These Years: It goes thump now. It goes thump. But it also sounds like a video game in parts. Which kind of works on that level that it seems kind of magical in that way that the FF games are magic. On the other hand, it goes thump and is all magical forest. o_O But we still love her, even with her hair all done up in pretty ringlets where before it was just wavy and unbrushed.
Cornflake Girl: [Random: She's the gateway drug for me. I heard her on the radio and had been bullied into buying the Great Expectations soundtrack and I decided about that time that it was time to meet Tori] I like the change. It's like having all the voices in my head come out and party. Play it again, dammit. I wouldn't like it if it were this version for forever, but it's not, so I can love her just as dearly.
Mary: The problem with obtaining a song less than legally is that you kind of expect it to sound exactly like it did before. In my case, it'd be that annoying "You're listening to this on AOL" thinger. :p But I like the song. It seems horribly out of place so early in the disc because it sounds more like an end of the disc song. However it's kind of dark and spooky and I'm a sucker for that.
God: Different right at the start, or just too long since I listened to UtP? And woo for being able to figure out what she's saying. Otherwise, God is God and God is good.
Winter: Mmm. Headphones make it sound better, although some bits make it sound like something is slowly going pitterpatter in my head. Not good if I think of it that way. But it sounds more dramatic, and drama is good.
Spark: Someone said it sounded like the additions were divorced of the song, and I think they're right up to a point. Once they seem to try and blend, it works. When they don't and are off wandering in a completely different direction it seems odd. When she's good, she's very good, but when she's bad, you kind of want to turn away before she catches your gaze.
Way Down: I listen to it, which is an improvement over basically ignoring it otherwise. :p
Professional Widow: o_O That's about it. I ain't a club kid, I never will be, and I don't hold it against those who are [unless they call me about it and wake me the fuzzy up], but this ain't my bag, doll.
Mr. Zebra: Hee. I love. But if there's a difference, it's lost on me.
Crucify: It sounds louder. Louder is not always better. One of the few changes that I probably could have done without. Hate? No. Enamored with? Nuh uh.
Me & A Gun: What can you say? Indeed.
Bliss: Slightly different cousin to the original. We like. Not too shabby, but not really all that different to me.
Playboy Mommy: It's prettier now. I'm not sure if that's a good thing though since part of the allure was you had to get past the slightly gritty feel to truly appreciate the wonder. Hrmm.
Baker, Baker: I will admit to identifying with this song somehow. I will admit that, yes. Pretty and I'm happy. Shush.
Tear in Your Hand: *purrs and then cries because she can't hear this song without thinking of a friend who is no longer a friend* It's all creepy now. I think, given earlier sniffle factor, I prefer this if I have to think of someone. Sniff.
Sweet Dreams: It's the only one I really would prefer to pretend to ignore. I gather it was updated for a reason and that's spiffy cool. I can like a message without liking the update/song. This would be one of those cases.
Jackie's Strength: This song is spiffy before an update. The revamp makes me feel more than a little schizophrenic. It also puts little Toris in my head when I listen to it with headphones. Which is not a bad thing, so long as this isn't a sign of the insanity it might actually be. The schizophrenia isn't noticible on headphones, but on the stereo it is. Odd.
Snow Cherries from France: Less likely to find me on her doorstep with a need, more like me showing up for a chat later. It's a song I could like, but I'm not sure I'll ever love. This isn't a bad thing, mind you. I like parts of it enough to love, but I'm not sure the whole thing will ever turn to love. Hrmm. But not a good end of the disc song. Not to me anyway. I need more, dammit.
Well, that was certainly the anti-thrill. :p I still feel the need to create something for certain songs. To make them more girl like to go with the song. But I'm thinking I'm nutty, so don't mind me.
and I learned what black magic can do
If there were a proper Goddess, I would be somewhere with an alcoholic drink in hand [something big and properly kahlua flavored], a friend making me laugh, and an appetizer between us, not giving a damn about calories or anything else that won't matter when we're 95.
But I'm not. I'm home and starving and lonely. But I can't stalk anyone because I have to sign off in a minute so that the phone will be free in case one of my friends remembers I'm here, damn it.
Three days of vacation. I need a drink, damn it. Odd considering I don't drink. But weird dreams, weird books, unable to sleep properly... Yeah. I want a drink and I want it now. It's happy hour somewhere in the world.
Here is your horoscope for Saturday, June 5:
Beware of bores and blatherers. You're always ultra-sensitive to the feelings of others -- but it's important to be in tune with yours, too. Don't put up with anything you don't have to.
Hrmm
Well, to know if I have any Scrubs episodes on tape anywhere. That'd be nice. To know where my nail clippers are so I could kill my ring finger's nail that's making it most difficult to type, although if I need to slice any skin, I'm thinking I could.
One of these years I'm going to fully convert Mumsy to Tori. She's halfway there, and for some reason it still amuses me to no end that she accepted Stabbing Westward far more easily. To the point where she will request 'em if I have that CD case. Of course they live in the same case as Savage Garden, so they don't really get requested all that much once she remembers that fact, but hey.
And now I will geek out and woo and hoo [and boo for one track] for Tales of a Librarian. Because some of us haven't gotten to see PoA yet. G'ah.
Precious Things: You know, I can tell it's different and has been tweaked, but unlike some reviews I read before I was so rudely told to get the fuzzy off the line, I don't have any real opinions. I like the song. I don't mind any of the changes, but I never fully glomped onto the wonder of PT. I love it, yes, but she's never been my most favorite of all the girls.
Angels: It's one of those songs that I think I could listen to for forever and never really pay attention to until time and space moved to the point where I am forced to fully hear it. Some Tori songs are like that. You know you'll need them in the future, but you don't know why or how or even when. You just know that sooner or later you'll end up at their door, heart in hand, wondering how the hell it came to this.
Silent All These Years: It goes thump now. It goes thump. But it also sounds like a video game in parts. Which kind of works on that level that it seems kind of magical in that way that the FF games are magic. On the other hand, it goes thump and is all magical forest. o_O But we still love her, even with her hair all done up in pretty ringlets where before it was just wavy and unbrushed.
Cornflake Girl: [Random: She's the gateway drug for me. I heard her on the radio and had been bullied into buying the Great Expectations soundtrack and I decided about that time that it was time to meet Tori] I like the change. It's like having all the voices in my head come out and party. Play it again, dammit. I wouldn't like it if it were this version for forever, but it's not, so I can love her just as dearly.
Mary: The problem with obtaining a song less than legally is that you kind of expect it to sound exactly like it did before. In my case, it'd be that annoying "You're listening to this on AOL" thinger. :p But I like the song. It seems horribly out of place so early in the disc because it sounds more like an end of the disc song. However it's kind of dark and spooky and I'm a sucker for that.
God: Different right at the start, or just too long since I listened to UtP? And woo for being able to figure out what she's saying. Otherwise, God is God and God is good.
Winter: Mmm. Headphones make it sound better, although some bits make it sound like something is slowly going pitterpatter in my head. Not good if I think of it that way. But it sounds more dramatic, and drama is good.
Spark: Someone said it sounded like the additions were divorced of the song, and I think they're right up to a point. Once they seem to try and blend, it works. When they don't and are off wandering in a completely different direction it seems odd. When she's good, she's very good, but when she's bad, you kind of want to turn away before she catches your gaze.
Way Down: I listen to it, which is an improvement over basically ignoring it otherwise. :p
Professional Widow: o_O That's about it. I ain't a club kid, I never will be, and I don't hold it against those who are [unless they call me about it and wake me the fuzzy up], but this ain't my bag, doll.
Mr. Zebra: Hee. I love. But if there's a difference, it's lost on me.
Crucify: It sounds louder. Louder is not always better. One of the few changes that I probably could have done without. Hate? No. Enamored with? Nuh uh.
Me & A Gun: What can you say? Indeed.
Bliss: Slightly different cousin to the original. We like. Not too shabby, but not really all that different to me.
Playboy Mommy: It's prettier now. I'm not sure if that's a good thing though since part of the allure was you had to get past the slightly gritty feel to truly appreciate the wonder. Hrmm.
Baker, Baker: I will admit to identifying with this song somehow. I will admit that, yes. Pretty and I'm happy. Shush.
Tear in Your Hand: *purrs and then cries because she can't hear this song without thinking of a friend who is no longer a friend* It's all creepy now. I think, given earlier sniffle factor, I prefer this if I have to think of someone. Sniff.
Sweet Dreams: It's the only one I really would prefer to pretend to ignore. I gather it was updated for a reason and that's spiffy cool. I can like a message without liking the update/song. This would be one of those cases.
Jackie's Strength: This song is spiffy before an update. The revamp makes me feel more than a little schizophrenic. It also puts little Toris in my head when I listen to it with headphones. Which is not a bad thing, so long as this isn't a sign of the insanity it might actually be. The schizophrenia isn't noticible on headphones, but on the stereo it is. Odd.
Snow Cherries from France: Less likely to find me on her doorstep with a need, more like me showing up for a chat later. It's a song I could like, but I'm not sure I'll ever love. This isn't a bad thing, mind you. I like parts of it enough to love, but I'm not sure the whole thing will ever turn to love. Hrmm. But not a good end of the disc song. Not to me anyway. I need more, dammit.
Well, that was certainly the anti-thrill. :p I still feel the need to create something for certain songs. To make them more girl like to go with the song. But I'm thinking I'm nutty, so don't mind me.
and I learned what black magic can do
If there were a proper Goddess, I would be somewhere with an alcoholic drink in hand [something big and properly kahlua flavored], a friend making me laugh, and an appetizer between us, not giving a damn about calories or anything else that won't matter when we're 95.
But I'm not. I'm home and starving and lonely. But I can't stalk anyone because I have to sign off in a minute so that the phone will be free in case one of my friends remembers I'm here, damn it.
Three days of vacation. I need a drink, damn it. Odd considering I don't drink. But weird dreams, weird books, unable to sleep properly... Yeah. I want a drink and I want it now. It's happy hour somewhere in the world.
Here is your horoscope for Saturday, June 5:
Beware of bores and blatherers. You're always ultra-sensitive to the feelings of others -- but it's important to be in tune with yours, too. Don't put up with anything you don't have to.
Hrmm
