You Should Be Ashamed

Henry and I made a mix CD yesterday.  The rules we established were that it had to have geeky/nerdy songs, we would try to make it from Henry's music library (although we bought an MC Frontalot CD), and Henry wanted the Lonely Island/Justin Timberlake songs (but I had to cut 'Motherlover' cause I didn't think it fit with the overall flow and I've heard it enough recently).

1.  Going Back to Hogwarts -A Very Potter Musical Cast

This song is very catchy.  A little too catchy.  Although my favorite song from the musical is 'Ginny/Cho Chang' (just for the line "gonna take you to the city, get all up in your titties"), this song is a close second.

"No way this year anyone's gonna die and it's gonna be totally awesome!"

2.  Neville -MC Chris

Neville is a totally bad ass; especially in the last movie.

I swear there are no more Harry Potter songs on this play list.

3.  It Is Pitch Dark -MC Frontalot

I haven't watched Nerdcore Rising yet, but it's on my immediate to do list.

Always carry a torch.

4.  Dick In A Box -Lonely Island feat. Justin Timberlake

Part one of Henry's request.  It transitions us into the slower songs of the list.

This is not an acceptable birthday gift, Henry.

5.  SCV Love Song -NerdAlert

NerdAlert is a group put together by Husky (a Starcraft II commentator) and some other youtube stars.  They've made some fun Starcraft themed songs.  Although they mainly do spoofs of other songs, this is an original.

"We'll repair one another"

6.  Helix Nebula -Anamanaguchi

I love 8-bit music.  I believe that if you play any Anamanaguchi song while doing something boring makes it ten times more exciting.  I also believe that if you do the same action while playing a Frou Frou song it makes it deep and meaningful.

If only there was a local 8-bit music scene.  If there is, I am not cool enough to know about it.

7.  Roll a D6 -some people from the internet

I'm sure they have some sort of name, but I can't think of it right now.

"Give me a perception check"

8.  Banelings -NerdAlert

I haven't ever listened to Justin Beiber's 'Baby' except for the occasional sample (30 seconds or less).  Now whenever I hear a clip of that song I get disappointed when it's not 'Banelings.'

"Spawning on Lost Temple, man that map is so imba for terran"

9.  Blackout City -Anamanaguchi

Just because I could.

MOAR 8-BIT

10.  Still Alive -Jonathan Coulton

This might be the song that everyone knows even if they haven't heard of Portal.  It's a good song.

"These points of data make a beautiful line"

11.  Date My Avatar -Felicia Day (The Guild)

The Guild is possibly one of the funniest web series.

"Women, can't live with them; none of them will go out with me" -Vork

12.  3-way (The Golden Rule) -Lonely Island feat. Justin Timberlake and Lady Gaga

Best dated references ever?

"Your mom says hi.  Jinx."

13.  Nerdcore Rising -MC Frontalot

Henry and I agreed yesterday that when we have a kid and he or she releases their own nerdcore album, we hope they title it 'You Should Be Ashamed.'

"Exterminate!"

BONUS TRACK!  Reginald's Answering Machine Rap -MC Frontalot, written by Anthony Clark (Nedroid)

MC Frontalot recored the rap Anthony wrote for one of his characters.  It's quite awesome.  

Check out the comic here.

The song is here.  

It's Tough Being Awesome (But Not Awesome Enough)

I just got a call that I didn't get the Library Assistant job I interviewed for on Tuesday.  This totally blows.  The flip side is that the two wonderful women who interviewed me did say that I was, in fact, super awesome, but with 25 other applicants they just went with the one with the most experience in the end.  They did say that they do want me to work for them and that I should apply for the next opening because they were really impressed with my interview.

So, in one way I'm all sorts of bummed, but I'm also happy that they did actually like me.  Oh well.

Now my house is shaking from thunder and it's setting off other people's car alarms.  Today is not my day.  My cat George is looking at me like, "make it stop, please, just make it stop."  I'm sorry kitty.  Mommy has no control over the weather.

How Do Drive a Library Worker Crazy

Here's a few examples of the situations I deal with on a daily basis.  Some days I lose faith in humanity.

• Oh, you say you can't find these two books on our shelves for two days when the computer says they're in?  Let me go look.  Oh, they're right on the shelf in the correct location by call number!  I'm beginning to think you don't know what a book looks like or how to read.

• Slow down.  Don't run, please....  I am just a ghostly voice from the great beyond telling you not to run. 

• I cannot help you when you're talking on your cell phone.  Either finish your call outside or call them back.  Otherwise I will join in on your conversation or refuse to help you until you hang up.

• The cd/dvd/audiobook/playaway you are holding in your hand is in fact a cd/dvd/audiobook/playaway.  No, it is not a book.  Yes, I know the sticker says '14 day book,' but that's only to inform you that the you can only check out the item for 14 days.
  
  
• Yes, I need photo identification and two things with your name and current address to create a library account for you.  Yes, that's a Social Security card.  No, it does not count.  Why?  Because we're funded by county taxpayer money.  I'm glad you just live up the street, why don't you go home and get some bills or something for me to confirm your address.
  
• Fiction means stories that are not real.  Non-fiction means it's real, possibly educational and not what you're looking for.
  
• It's 9:00 p.m., please leave.  I gave you a 15, 10, 5, and 1 minute warning.  That does not mean you can keep browsing like you have nothing else to do.
  

This song came on while I was working on this post and figured it was a pretty good way to end this post.  

I Had a Turn Down Dream

Monday night my dreams betrayed me.

For those of you who do not know, I have an internet crush on Mr. Day[9].  Monday night I had a dream about him.

In the dream I had some dream friends that did not resemble anyone I actually know who were getting married.  Somehow I was a part of this wedding and we were having a friend/getting to know you night out with all the wedding party people.  At the dinner Mr. Day[9] sat across the table from me.  We instantly hit it off.  We made jokes and laughed.  I think at one point we made some sort of joke/reference to an Alanis Morissette song.

The group was leaving the restaurant and were heading to some sort of bar or something.   It was cold and dark outside and I had on a pair of fingerless gloves made from some scrap sock yarn I actually have.  As we were walking and laughing Day[9] coyly slid his hand into mine.

I stopped walking, turned to him and said, "Sean (his real name) I should tell you that I'm engaged.  I like you but I can't you know, do this."  He smiled, smiled said he understood and let go of my hand.  At that point, dream me was like 'damn why did I wear gloves?!'  Instead, he offered to be my escort and keep other guys from hitting on me or doing something uncouth.  For the rest of the night we hung out as friends and it was great.

I woke up and was so disappointed in dream me.  Seriously, it was a dream, not real, why oh why did you say that?!  I drifted back to sleep for a few minutes after this dream and Day[9] was there again.  This time I was single in the dream and we were about to set up information for a date when Fred decided it was time to wake up and mewed in my face.  Damn cats.

I heart you too Day[9].

The Story of My Birth Is Pretty Epic

I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say the story of my birth is pretty epic.  Okay, maybe not epic, but I think it's a pretty good story.  In fact, in high school I had to write a autobiographical story and chose to tell the following tale.  My teacher said she would have thought it was fake if she didn't know my cousin and heard great Novak tales from her.

It all started one July evening around 6:00 or 7:00 p.m.  My mom was at home with my brother (age 6) watching reruns of the Brady Bunch.  Her water broke and it was action time.  Grandman Dorthy picked up my brother and my mother headed to Novak Liquor to get my dad and they could go to the hospital.

My mom rushed into the store in a panic.  She was ready to get to the hospital and get this baby out.  My dad was calm and collected.  He told her not to worry and that they had plenty of time.  Dad had my mom sit behind the counter while he kept the store open and helped customers (it's a one man opperation).  So there they sat, timing contractions and talking to customers until 9:00 p.m. when my mom had had enough.  She wanted to go the hospital and she wanted to go right then!

For the first time in Novak Liquor history, the store closed early.  In my lifetime I can only think of two occasions where the store closed, for the funerals of my grandparents who had opened the store. 

Instead of heading to the hospital, my dad stopped at his parents' house that was right across the street from the store.  He did this every day he got off work to visit with them.  They chatted casually until my mom was fuming with anger.  Grandma Rose suggested that he might want to get her to the hospital.

They finally made it to the hospital around 10:30-11 p.m.  The night nurses got her settled in and my calm, collected dad started to panic.  He kept trying to leave the room.  My dad is squimish when it comes to pain.  My mom refused to let him leave and to keep him calm would laugh whenever it hurt rather than scream or cry out.  I mean, if you've ever seen any sort of real birth, you're familiar with the terrible sounds that emit from a woman.  Imagine instead loud bursts of laughter.  And David Letterman because that's what they were watching. 

Around 12:30 a.m. the nurses were frantically calling my mother's doctor to come in and get this birth underway.  He told them not to worry, I probably wouldn't come out until 6 or 7 a.m.  This doctor did not understand how badly I wanted out. 

At 1:10 a.m. on July 24, 1987 I came into the world.  The nurses were in a panic.  The only delivery doctor wasn't available because there was another couple who had gone into labor an hour or so before me.  They had to get me out themselves.  My dad was so excited he couldn't remember the weight and length so a nurse wrote it down for him on a post-it.   He still carries it in his wallet to this day. 

This story may not seem very epic right now, but if you ever hear me or my parents tell it in person you'll understand why I think it's so great.  I mean, I was almost born in the liquor store.  If my dad had waited until closing (11:30 p.m.) it would have been too late. 

In 9th grade we had to write a short autobiographical sotry of your life and I chose this one.  My teacher said that if she hadn't known my cousins she would have thought it was a work of fiction. 

Moving Complete (Almost)

All of our furniture has been moved!  The only thing left in our apartment is random junk on the counter and some dishes in the cabinet.  Oh, and stuff in the fridge.  Other than that we're set.

I've unpacked all of the bedroom and 'master' bath.  Henry unpacked the kitchen.  We now have a larger pile of empty boxes than stuff to unpack.  We have a lot of crap.

Henry is obsessed with this chair his mom bought at an estate sale.  It's apparently a Transformer.

Also, I've made it to the cloud section of the back of the sweater.  Finally.

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P.S. -Don't worry, I'm actually working on interesting posts that are not about moving.

Moving

Henry and I are in the process of moving all our crap from this tiny apartment to a nice sized house.  Needless to say, the apartment is a mess, the house is only clean because everything is still in a box, and I don't know where I packed everything.

Next weekend we hope to be moved into the house (we're getting the internet switched over to there Friday morning).  We've already moved over a bunch of stuff, but still have a lot more to do.  All the big furniture needs to go and we haven't packed up anything in the kitchen.  I'll probably be pretty busy this week.

My knitting is at a stand still while moving.  I've almost reached the arm hole decreases for the Mario sweater.  The sooner I get done with this project the happier I'll be.  I've been working a little bit on some old projects and have also been working on some blog post drafts.  Once we move, expect to see some more posts.

That's all for now.  Here's a picture of my cat strung out on catnip at Christmas 2006.