Freddy

Freddy
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God, I still love Queen.

I have I Love the 70's on in the background while I keep an eye on my eBay auctions, and the segment on Freddy Mercury and Queen just came on. One of the commentators called him, "Arguably the greatest front man of all time."

I agree.

Have you ever seen footage of them in concert? I mean, he could actually sing, could have been a brilliant composer in any style, and must have collapsed from complete exhaustion after every concert from all the effort he put in to every song. That was a concert ticket you must have gotten your money's worth.

He wrote everything. Pseudo 50's ballad (Crazy Little Thing Called Love), Comedy (Bicycle Race), plenty of hard rock (a bunch of songs, Tie Your Mother Down is a good example...the opening guitar riffs there are truly great), operetta/hard rock better than Tommy by a long shot (Bohemian Rhapsody), social commentary (Under Pressure), wry in-jokes (Loverboy)...I could go on.

He used guitars like Mozart used woodwinds. He had vocal technique either obtained through lessons or through an almost statistically unlikely natural talent for singing effectively.

Really. Love. Queen.

The News, the Subtle Version

stl
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Look closely at yon picture. Perhaps you can figure out what it is. I'd link it to the real Google map, but, uh, I may not be able to take that much time here just at the moment.

Anyone know a good moving company? Mkae, any good reports on the guys you used?

We're going to be quite busy in the near future. I feel tired already.

A Random Assortment

Think of this as one of those boxes of chocolate candies where you don't know what's inside them until you pop it in your mouth.

First, if you are interested in the structure of the web and are anything of a digithead, you may find fascinating this article about the birth of Google.

Second, I have now found a few people who don't think that I look exactly the same after three months of pregnancy as I did before. This has saved you all from a long post about how fat you all thought I looked before I was pregnant. I can hear the collective sighs of relief out there.

Third, I need to know how Dr. H moved his big-ass TV. If you have a moment, please leave a comment. We may be moving it soon and I had a terrible dream last night that it was shattered on the other end.

Fourth, and finally, the mister and I watched Closer last night. I had to wonder how much my experience of that movie was changed because I recognized the music from Mozart's Cosi fan tutte (sorry, can't be bothered to find the accented i for Cosi) and know the plot of the opera. I honestly don't think the movie makes as much sense if you don't have that information. I can't decide if that movie is horribly sexist or not.

A late entry: Fifth, and finally, the most satisfying moment of my day consisted of saying the word ipconfig. It was an odd moment, but it fundamentally changed the way another person was interacting with me for the better. Always good to be able to convince someone they can just ask you to do something rather than having to explain it to death. It made the rest of the conversation soooo much easier. Easier is good.

To the Asshole Who Nearly Hit Me Five Minutes Ago

First, check your effing blind spot, moron.

Second, when a honk comes from that area where you were so sure there was no car, you should cancel your lane change.

Third, when the car you are desperately trying to hit has to slam on their brakes with a tractor trailer behind her as you make your lane change anyway, despite the fact that she's honked her horn to alert you to her presence, you should acknowledge how much of a fucking moron you are by doing the bullshit "I'm sorry" wave. You had an entire red light to take care of it, prick.

Fourth, if you are not turning right at the next intersection, you do not have to make that lane change so quickly anyway. Learn how to take time to make sure you're not about to kill someone.

Fifth, I hope something really bad happens to you today. Maybe your wife will tell you about the affair she's having with the lawn guy.

I take this shit much more personally now that there are two of us in the car.

This Post Censored

Everything I could write about today, I can't really afford to say. In short, I am #3 and #13 because I fucked up on #5.

Well, that's only half true. Many of the people involved in my multi-topic rant don't know about my blog. However, it isn't exactly impossible to find and who wants to chance it?

I wrote the whole post in my head. I thought it was funny. Oh well, sorry. In place of today's post, I bring you the following random link from Fark.

Just One Favor

Could someone turn me in for What Not To Wear or something like that, so I can get more maternity clothes? Obviously, you'll have to impress upon them the need to do this right away, as I won't be pregnant anymore by the end of the year.

If I don't find another pair of pants I can wear for the next month or so, until I really start getting bigger, I may scream.

"Which pants shall I wear today? The tan ones, or the black ones? Or the--wait, that's pretty much it."

For Your Time-Wasting Pleasure

Through a series of links starting with my /. feed this morning, I found the wonderful entry at Wikipedia, Internet Phenomenon.

Ah, the memories. And many I've never seen myself. This will help me pass the weekend, I'll tell you.

You know, that and the cleaning. There must be large quantities of cleaning this weekend. Oh yes, there will. (sigh)