Have You Ever…

Posted: September 2, 2011 in Music, Musings

…woken up in the middle of the night with an urge?

An urge to listen to Alice Cooper’s song ‘Poison’?

I have. And I did.

I got up, searched the apartment for Logan’s Alice Cooper CD and put it on.

Such bliss…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qU2nCgQGVo&NR=1

You gotta love  the lyrics of this song.

Your cruel device

Your blood, like ice,

One look, could kill

My pain, your thrill

I wanna love you but I better not touch

Don’t touch

I wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop

I wanna kiss you but I want it too much

I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison

You’re poison runnin’ through my veins

You’re poison, I don’t wanna break these chains

Your mouth, so hot

Your web, I’m caught

Your skin, so wet

Black lace, on sweat

I hear you callin’

and it’s needles and pins

I wanna hurt you just to hear you screamin’ my name

Don’t wanna touch you but you’re under my skin

I wanna kiss you but your lips are venomous poison

What makes someone write something like that?

Is it – profound?! I think it’s sheer fucking genius!!

Seriously – is it lust?

Is it envy?

Is it hatred?

Or, is it a warning bell that goes off in your head when you fall for someone?

TING!

TING!

TING!

TING!

DANGER!!

DANGER!!

DANGER!!

BACK UP!

BACK UP!!

BACK THE FUCK UP!!!

Why is it that sometimes a song is released that ‘speaks’ to you?

You know what I mean, right?

I’m talking about that song that makes you nod along and think, ‘I know exactly how that feels’, ‘I know exactly what he/she is talking about’.

This got me thinking…

I will be posting about songs for a while, mostly rock (I think for the moment at least).

Don’t get me wrong, I still love Lady Gaga but – I’m also tired of vagina music for the moment.

Next up –

Meat Loaf’s ‘I Would Do Anything for Love’

Imagine a soft, sultry voice saying this next part:

‘So, stay tuned to ‘A Nightingale’s Blog’ for more rock songs, baby.

Peace.’

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Incentives…

Posted: September 1, 2011 in Musings

I think I may have started something with a certain aardvark. Not that I’m complaining, darling, you are more than welcome to lay your bagpipes in my apartment.

I’m just wondering – what are incentives?

Incentive (as defined by Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary) is:

something that incites or has a tendency to incite to determination or action

Examples are:

  1. The rising cost of electricity provides a strong incentive to conserve energy.
  2. The government offers special tax incentives for entrepreneurs.
  3. The company is offering a special low price as an added incentive for new customers.
The Origins are:

Middle English, from Late Latin incentivum, from neuter ofincentivus stimulating, from Latin, setting the tune, from incentus, past participle of incinere to play (a tune), fromin- + canere to sing — more at chant

First Known Use: 15th century

Hmmm…

So, incentives are good things, right?

Not being able to sleep (due to coffee intake) is a good incentive to stop drinking coffee, right?

Not having a pair of shoes to match my DAZZLING new outfit is a good incentive to buy a new pair, right?

Having rough skin, chipped nails and scars on my hands (from rock climbing) is a good incentive to get a manicure, right?

Having a dear friend (who you would really like to meet in person) live a million miles away is a good incentive to buy a fucking plane ticket, right?

Perhaps I should give said good friend an incentive to come visit me, right?

Is this good enough?

My Love of Music Involves All of Me

HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh! I’m such a naughty little bitch!

Now James, darling, if you were to bring along a kilt………

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Pet Names – Part 2

Posted: August 31, 2011 in Musings

My previous post about pet names got me thinking.

Now (I don’t mean to put you on the spot here, James) but this post involves you.

Why? Because, I call James (http://aardvarkian.com) ‘darling’. Which according to my previous post, is a pet name.

Is this a bad thing?

No!

James is a very dear friend of mine, one that I would very much like to meet one day.

Why am I posting this?

I only feel that it is fair that all who read this and don’t feel it necessary to leave a reply, know that, I don’t care what YOU think!

These ‘no-reply readers’ are those of you who call me ‘flirt’ and ‘seductress’ in your ‘personal’ emails to me, detailing how I should ‘change my ways’ and ‘prepare my soul for Heaven’ – um – why? Are you coming after me? In that case, bring it on, baby!

 

If I want to flirt with James (which I do – shamelessly) I will.

If I want to call him ‘darling’ and talk about my pink handcuffs, leather and lace outfit and my bridle and whip kit – then I will.

This is who I am – it’s what I do!

 

Is it wrong of me to do so?

Is it wrong of everyone to flirt and give others pet names?

Is it a ‘mortal sin’?

Flirting never hurt anyone.

It’s the way others perceive those flirtations that’s the problem.

A married man who goes after the girl who flirts with him at the bar for a bigger tip is a fool. Just because she flirts doesn’t mean she wants you to fuck her, OK?

It’s the same for that sexy, handsome, rock-hard ass assistant in Jimmy Choo on Fifth. OMG!! Talk about a gorgeous man! Do I flirt with him when I go in to see the new collections? Yes – but not because I want to sleep with him.

Pet names aren’t a bad thing – it’s a sign of affection and I have plenty of affection for James.

 

Such is life.

 

 

So, to all the ‘nameless’ critics out there – I will continue to do as I please, thank you very much.

Grow up and get over it.

 

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Boarded!!

Posted: August 29, 2011 in Uncategorized

It’s a sight I have never seen before and something that will haunt me forever –

 

Boarded Bloomingdale's!!!

 

THE HORROR!!

I can’t breathe! It’s fucking – awful!!

 

My lovely, lovely Bloomingdale’s – boarded against Hurricane Irene!!

 

 

 

I am pleased however to add that Bloomingdale’s survived the storm! As did I.

I attended a Hurricane Party!

So much fun!

 

Just thought I’d let you all know!

 

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So, I was (and after reading this message from a friend on WEbook) still am a writer on WEbook.

This, my dear friends, is news to me!!! I haven’t been on there in – I don’t know how long but apparently, that doesn’t matter. Not according to WEbook’s ‘Terms of use’

Here’s the message I got from Crystalna which is an article actually written about WEbook!!

‘But wait, we’re not done yet. Remember those removal restrictions I mentioned? Prior to the public feedback stage, writers can remove their work from WEbook at will. Once the work has been opened to public feedback, however, and during WEbook’s exclusive option term, removal is not allowed. Writers’ right to removal returns once the option term has expired–but if they do remove the work, they must agree “in perpetuity to pay WEbook 2.5% of all monies received by Member from Member’s sale, license, transfer, or other business transaction of the Content or subsidiary rights in the Content and/or deriving from the Content or subsidiary rights in the Content (including derivative works of the Content).” Essentially, writers must pay WEbook a kill fee if they ever sell an optioned work they removed from the site, or any part, adaptation, or sequel to it.

And we’re still not done. WEbook retains “irrevocable” and “perpetual” archival rights to all content ever posted on the site, optioned or not, and “has no obligation to Member to disclose any aspect of how, where, and when WEbook exercises and employs the Archival License.” So years from now, your work could still be online–but you’ll have no way, other than Internet searching, of finding out where or how.

In my opinion, “rapacious” is not too strong a word for all of these provisions.

Writers using WEbook are not required to open up their work for public feedback. Those who don’t will not have to worry about any of the above except for the archival license. A number of groups do seem to be using WEbook for non-publication-related activity: writing exercises, topic discussions, compiling material just for fun. But the lure of publication is strong, and this is certainly what will draw many of WEbook’s users–and the site is clearly wooing such users by describing itself (as on its opening page) as an “avant-garde book publishing company [that] applies an interactive approach to the process – in every sense of the word – by using the Internet as a platform to connect truly brilliant writers to print publication.”

This has truly, truly PISSED me off!!

I mean, what I write is mine, right?

If I want to remove it – shouldn’t I be allowed to? Now I can’t because I opened my stuff for ‘public review’?

How the FUCK does that work?

What’s mine IS MINE!!!!

You have no right whatsoever to it!!

I am very possessive, OK.

I feel that – what’s min is mine – you have no right to it unless I give it to you!

I don’t mind sharing – not at all. In fact, isn’t that the whole point of blogging, tweeting, twittering, FBing, WEbooking – and whatever the fuck else there is out there that helps you express and expose your feelings and grievances with the rest of the world?

It’s all about sharing! I get it!

But, by God!! If I don’t WANT to share – then I won’t!!

That’s why I love cupcakes so much.

In my books, you can’t share a cupcake.

1 cupcake for 1 person. Period.

I don’t like other people taking my things even if it is only my writing. What am I saying? ‘Only my writing’? OMG! My writing is – good. I like to think so anyway, if you don’t agree, that’s your opinion – another thing that I’m having an issue with these days.

But, I’m not going to open that particular can of worms…

 

My feeling is: Plagirism should be punishable by death!

As should fine print.

 

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Today, 34 years ago, the world lost one of the most talented musicians. Yes, I realize that the point is an arguable one but suffice to say, Elvis died 34 years ago and the world was left colder and less bright for it. The manner in which he died is tragic and should be a lesson to all.

Drugs will kill you!!

No matter if they are prescription drugs or illegal ones. Drugs are bad! Kay?

Alright, now, I know. How many of you thought I was an Elvis fan? Then again, growing up with parents who went to some (yes, more than one) of his performances, it’s easy to understand that I listened to his music frequently. His songs changed the world. He made it cool to shake your hips and rock ‘n roll! The man was a genius!

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X5JALwwaASg&feature=fvsr

 

 

The clip above is of the actual footage shot of ‘The Milton Berle Show’ on 5 June 1956. The sound is a little poor and the image a little grainy but I wanted you guys to see the moves that got him banned on the TV from the waist down!! So hilarious! And also so tragic. A little hip wriggling in 1956 was considered ‘dangerous’ and ‘scandalous’.

Compared to the music videos of today, THAT is absolutely nothing to worry about. Lady Gaga, anyone? Not to mention a bevy of other artists (young and not so young) that prance around in outfits even I wouldn’t be caught dead in!! And I own a few pairs of fish net stockings, ass cinchers, Daisy Dukes and other leather and lace get ups.

Do you guys think Elvis’ hip wriggling was the beginning of the downward spiral of elegance and class, of innocence lost and the finding of raunchy sexuality? Or was it simply the next step in our evolution?

Think about it, skirts that hung onto the floor gave way to skirts hanging on the ankles which gave way to shin length which led to below the knee, then above the knee which was followed by the tight-fitting thigh hugger which was followed by the mini dress who’s illegitimate daughter is the ass cincher (the dress that covers the ass and nothing more – BARELY!!)

Was Elvis’ vision to inspire kids to partake in unprotected, bed hopping, lover exchanging sex; debilitating, liberating (?) drugs and free for all alcohol? Or was his music movement just the tip of the iceberg which was seen by all (and ignored by all) that led to the sinking of the youth’s ‘Titanic’?

I don’t know. I think the ‘older’ generation was wary of him and his hip wriggling performances because they knew that it could lead to changes in the youth of the 1950’s perception of ‘life as it ought to be’. They saw the dangers of this new movement of Rock ‘n Roll but, just as the youth of today rebels against anything and anyone older than 25, they too rebelled. In fact, they were some of the first!

Should we be grateful for that? Or should we be ashamed? Look at the world around us, is it ‘their’ fault? Or is it the lax attitude taken by so many after those first few years of rebelliousness to blame?

Better yet, are WE (as younger generations) even more to blame because we feel ‘entitled’ to freedom, rebelliousness – rights?

http://nrhatch.wordpress.com/2011/08/15/the-right-to-life/

I know for a fact that I take these things for granted. I feel that ‘I have earned the right‘ to be able to say fuck you if I even think that my rights of free speech, free thinking and free fucking are being stepped on by others.

So much pondering and musing on my behalf today.

 

So, after all that, the following recipe is called ‘The Blue Hawaiian’ for all those feeling lonely out there or looking for a good party! With these babies, it’s all good!

Hope you enjoy them!

The Blue Hawaiian

Ingredients

 2 fluid ounces pineapple juice

 1 fluid ounce blue curacao

 1 1/2 fluid ounces coconut-flavored rum

 2 oz. tonic water (for those that like it less ‘potent’!!)

Directions

1. Pour the pineapple juice, curacao, tonic water and rum into a cocktail shaker over ice.

2. Cover, and shake until the outside of the shaker has frosted.

3. Strain into a chilled martini glass to serve.

 

Sit back and relax on a hot (very hot) summer evening with these refreshing cocktails and some Elvis tunes.

I guarantee you’ll feel better and have a blast!

 

R.I.P. Elvis – The King of Rock ‘n Roll.

 

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Hi guys!

It’s a wonderful morning, isn’t it? Wait, what time is it? Is it still night or technically morning when it’s 12:30?

And, is it Sunday night, or Monday morning? I can’t keep up!

After James recent post:   http://aardvarkian.com/2011/08/14/100-words-100-days-day-24-on-insomnia/

I’ve been giving it all some thought. How many insomniacs are out there, reading my post right now? I take it more than a few, right? Anyway, we all know the terrible toll it takes, the bitchiness, the snappy snipes that we dish out, the oh-my-God-help-me-before-I-wring-my-own-neck attitude that sometimes rears its ugly head.

We all hate the sand coated eyeball feeling and that fucking clock’s ticking is getting louder and louder and LOUDER – even though it really isn’t.

So, I’ve decided to try something (but God help me, the technical aspects of these blog things are WAY too complicated for me!) I want to create a website, blog – whatever – where (as insomniacs) can write down all the frustrations, all the anger (in my case anyway) and the tears of insomnia.

HAHA! What do you think of that?

Pretty neat, huh?

No, you’re not interested?

Fuck.

Whatever.

I’m going to be writing down my little – upsets with insomnia. If you want to follow – by all means – follow. If not – that’s your business! It doesn’t matter one little bit to me!

HAHA!!

(OK, so I’m VERY fucking tired as I type this (I haven’t slept in – 96 hours) so that explains my happiness!) 

Right, so that’s that.

Next, weekends.

As some of you will have noticed, I’m not very active over the weekends. That’s because I’ve decided that weekends are ‘me’ time. I’m trying to do things other than internet blogging and writing and working over a weekend. So, if you don’t hear from me for the duration of the weekend, it’s not because I’ve absconded again! I’m just on ‘cyber holiday’. OK?

Good.

Next, we have Revenge!!!

I love it! Really I do!

But, it is a very bad thing. Naughty, naughty Andi! (Pfft! Yeah, right!)

Who of you have read my previous blog entitled ‘The Seven Deadly Sins: Wrath’?

For those who haven’t, I hope the link works!!

https://anightingalesblog.wordpress.com/2010/12/22/the-seven-deadly-sins-wrath/

I consider ‘wrath’ and ‘revenge’ twins. You won’t get one without the other so, their more like Siamese twins actually.

Speaking of Siamese twins, aren’t two kittens born in the same littler to a Siamese cat also technically Siamese twins?

Just a thought.

ANYWAY, after calling Nik and his ‘woman’ together to convene and converse in a civilised manner concerning her blatant slander and her unruly dedication to tarnishing my good name, thereby scarring my delicate psyche beyond any and all recognition – I have fucking well set things right!

So right, in fact, that seeing as she doesn’t use the rock climbing facility for its actual purpose (as set out in the ‘club rule book’) and neither does she participate in any of the duties that the non-climbers have in seeing to it that the refreshment stand is well stocked  – she has official been asked to refrain from entering the club unless she is in fact seriously taking up climbing or tending to the refreshment stand!

In other words – she’s been given the boot!

Hip! Hip! Hoo – fucking – ray!

Oooo, I know what you’re thinking, ‘Andi, you got a girl kicked out of the class simply because she called you a few names?’

Fuck no!

I got her kicked out because her voice was getting on my nerves! How many of you watched ‘The Nanny’ with Fran Drescher?

Like that! Only worse! It had a gravelly texture to it – like she was choking on rocks!

 

Argh, so maybe I got her kicked out for her voice and the name calling. I wasn’t the only one that complained! So it’s not like it was a ‘personal grudge’ or anything like that.

But, I confess, I do feel very triumphant!

 

So, now I’ve covered the basics, I think.

 

What are the basics?

Black and white?

Right and wrong?

Male and female?

 

Fuck this, I’m off to bed.

 

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