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cover me in gasoline
Dec. 14th, 2006 11:06 amI need a punching bag. I need copious amounts of something to keep my temper from flaring in epic proportions.
To think, I was in a really good mood for most of the night. All gone. Gone.
But we'll zero in on the confusion caused by watching bits of my AFI DVD. A big reason I was worried about seeing them in concert is that just about every televised event I'd seen them perform at looked nifty, but vocally it seemed off. So I'd poke around and see if I just had crappy hearing, or if it seemed wonky to other people, and on one of the MTV ones that bugged me most, I was told it wasn't just me. Yay. That leads me to not really thinking prior to buying the DVD, which is one of their concerts with some other fun stuff thrown in just because they could. My concert? Fantastic. No worries, wished it would last forever, nothing that made my ears bleed other than proximity to the speaker during the fun bits of Miss Murder.
The DVD vocals? *twitch* I'm an awful fan. Or my ears are fucked up due to this cold, which is also possible seeing as they popped at work just in time to get blown out by the floor buffer. Due to the issue, I only watched a couple of songs before passing out. Of course, this was after I flipped through the extra bits. Which [geek alert!] feature the videos from the Five Flowers mystery when you hunt them down by clicking on the moth in the extras. Woo!
And yes, I'm easily entertained.
Maybe it's an acquired thing, like how I used to be convinced that Tori attempted to butcher her own songs just to see if anyone would call her on it. [I still think it's possible...]
Continuing on my Sarah Dessen binge. Hit a snag in Dreamland in that I'm not sure I like Caitlin, and I've never been good with the "he hits me but I luuuuuuuv him and will stay" storyline. If he's fucking with your head psychologically, I'm all for it. But I have a knee jerk reaction to the physical violence that prevents me from slipping back into the story. Some people talk to the TV. I scream at fictional characters be they on TV, in books, or just stuck in my head.
They have returned.
I'm off to see if I dream a repeat of yesterday's dream. That would be fab.
To think, I was in a really good mood for most of the night. All gone. Gone.
But we'll zero in on the confusion caused by watching bits of my AFI DVD. A big reason I was worried about seeing them in concert is that just about every televised event I'd seen them perform at looked nifty, but vocally it seemed off. So I'd poke around and see if I just had crappy hearing, or if it seemed wonky to other people, and on one of the MTV ones that bugged me most, I was told it wasn't just me. Yay. That leads me to not really thinking prior to buying the DVD, which is one of their concerts with some other fun stuff thrown in just because they could. My concert? Fantastic. No worries, wished it would last forever, nothing that made my ears bleed other than proximity to the speaker during the fun bits of Miss Murder.
The DVD vocals? *twitch* I'm an awful fan. Or my ears are fucked up due to this cold, which is also possible seeing as they popped at work just in time to get blown out by the floor buffer. Due to the issue, I only watched a couple of songs before passing out. Of course, this was after I flipped through the extra bits. Which [geek alert!] feature the videos from the Five Flowers mystery when you hunt them down by clicking on the moth in the extras. Woo!
And yes, I'm easily entertained.
Maybe it's an acquired thing, like how I used to be convinced that Tori attempted to butcher her own songs just to see if anyone would call her on it. [I still think it's possible...]
Continuing on my Sarah Dessen binge. Hit a snag in Dreamland in that I'm not sure I like Caitlin, and I've never been good with the "he hits me but I luuuuuuuv him and will stay" storyline. If he's fucking with your head psychologically, I'm all for it. But I have a knee jerk reaction to the physical violence that prevents me from slipping back into the story. Some people talk to the TV. I scream at fictional characters be they on TV, in books, or just stuck in my head.
They have returned.
I'm off to see if I dream a repeat of yesterday's dream. That would be fab.
