REVISED TITLE: it could have been so much better

One thing further in music news. Another recent purchase of mine was the relatively new Franz Ferdinand album. This was no impulsive selection like the former I've told you about. Rather I've been thinking about getting it for months...and months. I finally caved in a desperate attempt to satisfy my deeply rooted longing to expend some of my limited income, in other words I wanted to buy something I didn't need with money I don't have so I did.

I was quickly reprimanded for said action when the CD, to my surprise SUCKED. Track #7, aptly named "Eleanor Put Your Boots Back On" seeing as that line is mindlessly repeated countless times, begins with such promise. However any potential is quickly extinguished with the oversized bucket of water that is an awful voice combined with even more terrible lyrics.

Quel Dommage!!

It wasn't for me, but perhaps some of you will like it. Do let me know! As far as it concerns me, which isn't very far at all, I'm just glad I bought it used.

Citizen Cope

Before I commence the typical rant I have news!

FOUND: Cool New Band. Well I don't know if it's new or not, but nevertheless it is new to me.

NAME: Citzen Cope

A guy at work recommended it and since we seem to have similar tastes when it comes to music I thought I'd give 'um a go. I was impulsive and just bought the CD; no regrets thus far. I listen to it through twice and would now put it somewhere at the top of my list. I was hesitant during the first song expecting his voice to get a bit tiresome. He can be a bit whiny but it doesn't bother me and I think the sound and his voice offset each other well.

RETAIL: c. $15

HMS' FAV TRACK: #4 (Son's Gonna Rise)

Hmm, I actually don't have much to say. I had a fabulous day, but I'll just leave it at that. I will tell you all this though, for the past couple weeks I've been throwing around the idea of ending all this blogging business. I certainly love doing it, but I think the whole system lends itself to people being either incredibly retarded or incredibly rude. I don't know the verdic will be in soon. Until then enjoy!

SUPER HOLLY!!!

Beginning around the age of 5 I had a few "minor" misconceptions about some of the big name superheros. You see my cousins would sit me down in front of these cartoons each morning and then make me imitate the action sequences for hours on end but never give me any background on these characters. Though I have since been set straight I've always had a difficult time getting these ideas out of my head; here they are.

I believed:

1. Cat Woman was Bat Man's wife
2. Wonder Woman and Superman were wed as well...
3. and Robin was their son
4. Captain America was the father to all superheros ever (yes they were all siblings and yet married each other...I suppose I wasn't quite the thinker way back when)
5. And lastly, simply because I can't think of all the ridiculous notions I had, I was positive superheros could never die. I think this last one is what ultimatly kept me from really enjoying the comic scene, there was no suspense factor.

Anyway this post wasn't intended to be a recounting of Holly's "good ol'days", rather I have always wanted to see myself in "superhero form" and so I thought I'd share that with all of you. Ever since those days of blissful confusion I've dreamed of seeing myself portrayed as a.... SUPER HOLLY!!! What would my name be? What would my costume look like? What powers would I have? Who would be my arch nemisis? And what would be my one weakness? Honest to goodness since my days of plastic gun play and high speed chase sequences in fisher price cars I've wondered all these things. It's exciting to think about! The coolest thing in the world would be to have a huge drawing of my super human alter-ego hanging in my room. I may just be a touch narcissistic, but come on that would be wicked!

Ya know I think I open up to you guys a bit too much. In the future I may keep these goings on of my brain to myself. Well, for know enjoy the opportunity to mock without mercy, wait one more thing, I would have to figure out an awesome one liner too, like my slogan. Heck Underdog had one.

*/ Daisies \*

I hesitate to post this for fear that many of you will get the wrong idea of what a one "HMS" is really all about but my commenters seem level-headed enough; well, save for that crack fiend co-author of mine but then she knows this already. Here goes nothing...

I'm not terribly selective when it comes to music but I will shout from hilltops that I nearly disdain almost all that is mainstream, simply by virtue of the fact that the populous that selects these tunes is highly moronic. That being stated I will admit that I have a very soft spot for select few of these songs. I will title them "Those That Will Live on in Infamy at Every High School Prom Until the End of Time". Example: "Starry Eyed Surprise". Who among you knew that this is by Paul Oakenfold whoever the heck that is on the Bunkka album. I wouldn't know any of that if I hadn't just downloaded the song, yes I just paid a dollar for the privilage of listening to it over and over and over until my head explodes and I transform into a twittering teeny-bopper incapable of saying anything more than "so he said..." and "like". Such is my fate. Yes this song will join a few numbers by Sugar Ray, perhaps a Shania Twain song, and couple others circa 1998. At least now I can bang my head against the wall for being such a dork, in cadance with:

Thug life
Shifty rolls the dice
Snake eyed surprise
Izing, mesmerizin
The mic, the sick ones
‘Cause what we are are victims of fun
C’mon, c’mon, the fun has just begun
C’mon, the fun has just begun
Ha ha

Yes therein lies my secret, Holly Marye is living quite the "Thug Life" funny how that happens

Quote of the Day... Make that Century!

"Va-Va-Va-VOOOM! That's how hot people shiver."
-Mary Frances Miller

He Loves Acid! (*see pic)

I've seen 2 great movies lately, "Thank you for Smoking" and "Brick". They were fabulous, though I did leave the latter for a bit to regain my composure, but I just chalk that up to good film making. They're totally different and certainly not for everyone, check 'um out before you make plans.

Anyway...IT'S SPRING BREAK!!! Happiness. An interesting thing happened at work the other day. I was near the back of the store putting stuff away when this little kid came up to me. He was about eye-level with my hip and as he looked around behind me chimed in with "what's that?" I looked at him looked at the reverse side of my front and than thought to myself, "If you're looking at what I think you're looking at...heaven help you." Before I could say anything he asked again and preceeded to run around me in circles as I kept turning to see where he was going. As we did our clumsy dance he finally latched on to the walkie-talkie that was hooked to my back pocket. He pulled it off, threw it to the ground and snatched the razor edged box cutter I'd been holding. "What's this?" he asks again. He didn't wait for an explanation. He threw it down as well nearly severing my toe and moved on to a piece of cardboard, a ball of lint, and a stack of shirts. Then just as quickly as he'd begun he ran off to rejoin his family. I never did explain what anything was but he certainly had a way of making me more confused about all of it!

RETRACTION

In So Many Words would like to make a public apology to a one Micah Connelly. I was sure the comment was from you, I suppose I just don't know you very well. And to the commentor himself who will be known only as Korea Boy within these virtual pages in the future please keep your vulgar "booty" comments to yourself!! And just to solidify to you Korea Boy what I said to you earlier this evening I find the entire situation wholly dispicable in every way!!!!!

that is all

1,1,1,1,1,1.....

I've discussed this here before and if you know me even a little you can attest to the fact that I think a WHOLE HECK OF A LOT. It's not like I'm some inert ameba, I just like to roll things around in my head before I form opinions of any kind and I've also found that it's nearly impossible for me to talk about anything if I haven't had adequate time to formulate a response, I tend to stutter, but that's beside the point. On to the story at hand.

I began a speech class mid-semester, it's an intensive but I've had some practice in the area. Anyway this week we gave our first speeches, The Narrative. No biggy, 3-5 minutes is a piece of cake after hour long french presentations on philosophy, but justifiably so many were very nervous so the teacher had us do this thing to relieve stress.

The task was to close your eyes, sit very still, and count to 10. The trick was that you could only think of the counting of the numbers and each time your thoughts strayed from that you had to start over at 1. It doesn't sound that hard, but try it. The first time I made it to five before I realized I was also rehersing my entire speech in the cadence of my counting. So I began again at 1 and for the next 10 minutes decided to be honest with myself and consequently never made it past 1.

I couldn't focus at all, perhaps it was just the fact that I had to and thus couldn't, but just because I think it's funny I blame it on my obcessive thinking nature.

Whatev's I'm cool with it!

P.S. I was actually more stressed at the end of the exercise wondering if I was the only one who couldn't do it.... I'm still wondering