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May. 8th, 2003 11:35 amHee Hee, I used to make fun of my mother for gleefully singing along to music without getting the words right, but apparently it's genetic. I find myself doing the same thing.
There are a couple of really funny books out about this, the first one titled, "Excuse Me While I Kiss this Guy." that have the real words to songs next to lyrics that people have misheard.
My favorite being "He's a pool hall ace," because truthfully I always thought that was what Sting was saying. Turns out, nope. It's actually my poor heart aches. Who knew?
My mishearing shouldn't surprise me overly. As a child, I would belt out the words to all the songs on the soundtrack to A Chorus Line, and was unbelievably surprised to discover that I was singing about tits and ass. I was about 10, and just didn't hear the words right. Yeah for childish innocence. My mother must have found all this to be hysterical, because she never corrected me.
I sent my friend S. a CD with the title track from the Flaming Lips Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots and she thought it was sashimi, so now I have a vision of tuna with little arms, like the playing cards in Alice and Wonderland, doing little marshal arts moves. I'd pay good money for an icon of that.
Clearly, I should get some sleep.
Instead, after confirming, once again my status as worst Krav Maga student ever, I went out with J., had several lemonade, mint and vodka drinks and came home to watch Angel. I'm not actually the worst KM student ever, I did pass my yellow belt test, I am competent, I'm just often uninterested in enacting violence upon other people. I'm happy to defend myself, and I love kicking things, but I'm a terrible attacker. Also, yesterday, our channeling a teenage boy instructor wanted us to do rolls and falls and dude, I'm too old and too tired at 9 p.m. to fall on my ass on purpose. Sorry.
So at midnight, giddy from vodka and ass-kicking, I enjoyed the Season finale of Angel very much.
( Angel )
The story I finished is now making me nervous. I'm worried that the transitions are poor, the voice is off, that it doesn't do what I think it does, that it's melodramatic, that it's not actually finished. Agh. I hate that. I was so happy with it two days ago, and I've asked my betas to look at it, and now I'm afraid to send it off to them.
There are a couple of really funny books out about this, the first one titled, "Excuse Me While I Kiss this Guy." that have the real words to songs next to lyrics that people have misheard.
My favorite being "He's a pool hall ace," because truthfully I always thought that was what Sting was saying. Turns out, nope. It's actually my poor heart aches. Who knew?
My mishearing shouldn't surprise me overly. As a child, I would belt out the words to all the songs on the soundtrack to A Chorus Line, and was unbelievably surprised to discover that I was singing about tits and ass. I was about 10, and just didn't hear the words right. Yeah for childish innocence. My mother must have found all this to be hysterical, because she never corrected me.
I sent my friend S. a CD with the title track from the Flaming Lips Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots and she thought it was sashimi, so now I have a vision of tuna with little arms, like the playing cards in Alice and Wonderland, doing little marshal arts moves. I'd pay good money for an icon of that.
Clearly, I should get some sleep.
Instead, after confirming, once again my status as worst Krav Maga student ever, I went out with J., had several lemonade, mint and vodka drinks and came home to watch Angel. I'm not actually the worst KM student ever, I did pass my yellow belt test, I am competent, I'm just often uninterested in enacting violence upon other people. I'm happy to defend myself, and I love kicking things, but I'm a terrible attacker. Also, yesterday, our channeling a teenage boy instructor wanted us to do rolls and falls and dude, I'm too old and too tired at 9 p.m. to fall on my ass on purpose. Sorry.
So at midnight, giddy from vodka and ass-kicking, I enjoyed the Season finale of Angel very much.
( Angel )
The story I finished is now making me nervous. I'm worried that the transitions are poor, the voice is off, that it doesn't do what I think it does, that it's melodramatic, that it's not actually finished. Agh. I hate that. I was so happy with it two days ago, and I've asked my betas to look at it, and now I'm afraid to send it off to them.
