Cleveland is a pretty big rock 'n' roll city. We are, after all, The Rock 'n' Roll Capital of the World. We have the The Rock And Roll Hall of Fame Museum here and blah blah blah, right? There is one thing that really bothers me about Cleveland other than the fact that we have NO NHL TEAM, but I suppose I should just give up on that dream when I am fighting a bunch of loser Browns' fans who think barking like dawgs in something called a "dawg pound" is fun. Ugh.
We just recently acquired a decent radio station that plays alternative rock (99X). I'm pretty happy about that because I love alternative rock. I am, however, a HUGE classic rock fan, too. We have a radio station that has been around forever, 98.5 WNCX, which plays all classic rock. We have some other stations that will play a mix of classic rock and alternative rock. Okay, I get it. Those stations will play your popular classic rock songs that everyone knows. For instance, they might throw in songs like Led Zeppelin's "Black Dog" or AC/DC's "You Shook Me All Night Long". And when I say "throw in", I mean like every two hours, which brings me to my point. Why on earth do these stations even play classic rock at all? Who wants to hear "Black Dog"? No One. That is the answer. NO ONE.
Why can't they leave classic rock to the classic rock station? The problem I am finding, though, is that even 98.5 is playing these same overplayed songs that just need to be put out of their misery. How many times in my life have I heard "Money" by Pink Floyd? I can tell you how many. It's been 1,334,455, 316,792 times. For real. If I want to hear a Pink Floyd song, which I most certainly always do, play me freakin' "Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun" or "Careful With That Axe, Eugene".
Okay, so you're probably thinking why don't I just NOT listen to the radio? Most of the time, I don't, but I do enjoy it sometimes. Sometimes I would rather not get into an accident trying to locate a CD while I'm driving. And yes, I still use CDs - I don't have a fancy shmancy IPOD. I'm lame.
I think for a city that's supposed to be "The Rock 'n' Roll Capital of the WORLD", we are sucking hard. I just wondered if I am alone in this thinking. Is it just in Cleveland or everywhere? Any suggestions on what other songs should be permanently buried with the Black Dog???
Showing posts with label hockey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hockey. Show all posts
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Ways to be the Hottest Cougar in Town
I know being a 'cougar' is one of the hottest things going on right now, so I'm about to give you some advice on how to make this happen. Please, read on...
When I found out the hockey lockout was over last week, I was so freakin' happy, but then got really irritated when I realized it would be another season of me watching the games on my stupid laptop. BUT... it dawned on me that I now own an HDTV that I did NOT own last season. I knew there was a way to hook up my laptop so I could watch it through my fancy HDTV.
So, I headed to Staples last Friday to the computer department and ask the (young) man what I needed to get in order to make this all happen by this Saturday. He tells me as long as I have this HDMI thing on my laptop and my TV, I just need one connector cable. I know that I have this, so I am basically good to go. I did not purchase this cable because Staples is outrageous in price and ended up ordering it from Ebay instead. It's on its way. YESSSSSSSSSS! I shall have hockey on my TV.
This, of course, has nothing to do with becoming a hot cougar. I just love hockey. So, I will move on to the good part you've been reading this for. When I was talking to him about the cable, he was telling me that he has done this whole HDMI laptop to TV thing for quite some time now and has been enjoying all his shows for a few years and doesn't have any need for cable. I was thinking, 'wow, how cool... I could really love NOT having cable considering my bill just went up like $30...' and I said to him "But wait... how do you watch the...... newwwsssss" and at that very moment, as soon as I said the word "news" I knew that this 20-something-year-old probably never watched the news in his life. Then before he could answer I said, "I bet you don't watch the news...", to which he replied, "No, I don't watch it too often." as he laughed. How very considerate of him to be so kind as to say he doesn't watch it TOO OFTEN as in NEVER as in WTF ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT (old) LADY?
"Thanks for your help. I have to go take my Metamucil now."
And I left.
When I found out the hockey lockout was over last week, I was so freakin' happy, but then got really irritated when I realized it would be another season of me watching the games on my stupid laptop. BUT... it dawned on me that I now own an HDTV that I did NOT own last season. I knew there was a way to hook up my laptop so I could watch it through my fancy HDTV.
So, I headed to Staples last Friday to the computer department and ask the (young) man what I needed to get in order to make this all happen by this Saturday. He tells me as long as I have this HDMI thing on my laptop and my TV, I just need one connector cable. I know that I have this, so I am basically good to go. I did not purchase this cable because Staples is outrageous in price and ended up ordering it from Ebay instead. It's on its way. YESSSSSSSSSS! I shall have hockey on my TV.
This, of course, has nothing to do with becoming a hot cougar. I just love hockey. So, I will move on to the good part you've been reading this for. When I was talking to him about the cable, he was telling me that he has done this whole HDMI laptop to TV thing for quite some time now and has been enjoying all his shows for a few years and doesn't have any need for cable. I was thinking, 'wow, how cool... I could really love NOT having cable considering my bill just went up like $30...' and I said to him "But wait... how do you watch the...... newwwsssss" and at that very moment, as soon as I said the word "news" I knew that this 20-something-year-old probably never watched the news in his life. Then before he could answer I said, "I bet you don't watch the news...", to which he replied, "No, I don't watch it too often." as he laughed. How very considerate of him to be so kind as to say he doesn't watch it TOO OFTEN as in NEVER as in WTF ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT (old) LADY?
"Thanks for your help. I have to go take my Metamucil now."
And I left.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Mommy, Can I Go Out and Kill Tonight?
I've been in this type of blogger world for less than two months and I think
I'm going to quit or stab myself in the face. I haven't decided yet.
What is with all the unoriginal "mommy" blogs? Is it me or are there really that many "mommies" out there that just simply don't have their own lives? I don't get it. I have two children. I love them dearly. I would do anything for them, but f#uck people! Yes, I gave birth to my children. Hooray. So did 9283492834729834 other mothers. I've raised one of them. She left and is on her own. (What mother doesn't say AMEN to that?) I still got one more to go. (4 years and a few odd months and counting...) I do happen to enjoy my own shit from time to time. I don't have to talk about them 24/7, nor do I have to make every username online about them, nor did I lose my own identity once I had them. I'm considering leaving the blogging world, seriously...
...unless, of course, I can take a moment and poke fun.
Here are some blog titles I've seen. Slightly over-exaggerated, perhaps.
"Mommy of 52. Worship My Uterus."
"Crazy Mommy Who Thinks No One Ever Has Ever Had Kids Before Except Me"
"Mommy Who Drinks Wine and Tells Everyone About it, but I Really Don't Even Drink"
"Happy Mommy and Wife but Divorcing and Giving up Custody Next Year because I Shoot Heroin"
"I Love Being a Mommy and yet I Beat Them with a Wooden Spoon When No One is Looking"
"Mommy who Loves to Craft, Sew, Breastfeed, Clean, Cook, Change Shitty Diapers (all at the same time, of course), but then Drives 600 Miles Away Without Telling Anyone because I Truly Suck and Can't Hack It"
"I'm a Mommy and I Want Everyone to Think I am Great because I am Actually a Horrible Mommy. My Kids are Brats and Mentally Challenged."
A little originality goes a long way. Really and truly.
Thanks.
What is with all the unoriginal "mommy" blogs? Is it me or are there really that many "mommies" out there that just simply don't have their own lives? I don't get it. I have two children. I love them dearly. I would do anything for them, but f#uck people! Yes, I gave birth to my children. Hooray. So did 9283492834729834 other mothers. I've raised one of them. She left and is on her own. (What mother doesn't say AMEN to that?) I still got one more to go. (4 years and a few odd months and counting...) I do happen to enjoy my own shit from time to time. I don't have to talk about them 24/7, nor do I have to make every username online about them, nor did I lose my own identity once I had them. I'm considering leaving the blogging world, seriously...
...unless, of course, I can take a moment and poke fun.
Here are some blog titles I've seen. Slightly over-exaggerated, perhaps.
"Mommy of 52. Worship My Uterus."
"Crazy Mommy Who Thinks No One Ever Has Ever Had Kids Before Except Me"
"Mommy Who Drinks Wine and Tells Everyone About it, but I Really Don't Even Drink"
"Happy Mommy and Wife but Divorcing and Giving up Custody Next Year because I Shoot Heroin"
"I Love Being a Mommy and yet I Beat Them with a Wooden Spoon When No One is Looking"
"Mommy who Loves to Craft, Sew, Breastfeed, Clean, Cook, Change Shitty Diapers (all at the same time, of course), but then Drives 600 Miles Away Without Telling Anyone because I Truly Suck and Can't Hack It"
"I'm a Mommy and I Want Everyone to Think I am Great because I am Actually a Horrible Mommy. My Kids are Brats and Mentally Challenged."
A little originality goes a long way. Really and truly.
Thanks.
All in good fun, of course.... All in good fun :)
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Friday, November 2, 2012
This is my "WEB...LOG", Jen.
Rebekaches and Other Likely Symptoms...
What is this you ask? Why I don't even know myself. Oh how I hate the word "blog". My sister laughed at me the other day because I said the word blog and I wanted to punch myself in the nose because I have always hated the word ever since I heard it back in, oh say, 1998? I remember thinking "what a stupid, effin' word". I said to her, "What do you want me to say, WEB...LOG?" So, in short, this is my B...LOG.
I can be a bit of complainer, a whiner, and even a drama queen on occasion, but I am just very misunderstood and people can be very unkind (insert drama here). However, I am attempting to try and find the positive in this world since I am getting old(er) and my life is probably more than half over (more drama here). Usually, though, I'm too blind to see the good in people. This could have something to do with an eye twitch I've had on my right lower lid since June.
I will have some things to say here (or bitch about) and I guess that's where the "aches" part of Rebekaches comes in. And, yes, there will be other likely "symptoms" to follow. That will probably be the part where you leave and don't come back. There may be a laugh or two, but don't count on it. I'm really not all that funny unless you ask my 20-year-old daughter who pretty much laughs at everything I say. I don't know if it's because I am truly funny or she is just easily amused. I tend to think it is the latter of the two.
Well, the real reason for this post is not because I wanted to introduce this WEB...LOG, but rather because I am a perfectionist, especially when it comes to website design and I needed a new post to configure the text colours. I really don't even know who I am talking to at the moment. I think it's just me. This is fine. I'm good with that. Oh, I think I'll add in a photo just for fun because I like to amuse the masses of no one and I love Canada and hockey, but there is no hockey right now. I will save that for another post ......
What is this you ask? Why I don't even know myself. Oh how I hate the word "blog". My sister laughed at me the other day because I said the word blog and I wanted to punch myself in the nose because I have always hated the word ever since I heard it back in, oh say, 1998? I remember thinking "what a stupid, effin' word". I said to her, "What do you want me to say, WEB...LOG?" So, in short, this is my B...LOG.
I can be a bit of complainer, a whiner, and even a drama queen on occasion, but I am just very misunderstood and people can be very unkind (insert drama here). However, I am attempting to try and find the positive in this world since I am getting old(er) and my life is probably more than half over (more drama here). Usually, though, I'm too blind to see the good in people. This could have something to do with an eye twitch I've had on my right lower lid since June.
I will have some things to say here (or bitch about) and I guess that's where the "aches" part of Rebekaches comes in. And, yes, there will be other likely "symptoms" to follow. That will probably be the part where you leave and don't come back. There may be a laugh or two, but don't count on it. I'm really not all that funny unless you ask my 20-year-old daughter who pretty much laughs at everything I say. I don't know if it's because I am truly funny or she is just easily amused. I tend to think it is the latter of the two.
Well, the real reason for this post is not because I wanted to introduce this WEB...LOG, but rather because I am a perfectionist, especially when it comes to website design and I needed a new post to configure the text colours. I really don't even know who I am talking to at the moment. I think it's just me. This is fine. I'm good with that. Oh, I think I'll add in a photo just for fun because I like to amuse the masses of no one and I love Canada and hockey, but there is no hockey right now. I will save that for another post ......
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