Seven.Caged.Tigers

You know the music industry is going to hell when a botched Mariah Carey deal essentially leads to the firing of real talents like Ben Harper, Iggy Pop, and Perry Farrell. It’s really quite disturbing to see things like that happen. Mariah certainly wasn’t worth her multi-million dollar deal, and her fifty million payout was rididulous. Especially when you consider the fate of artists who may actually have something to say about the world and who have added to the musical landscape. From what I hear Mick Jagger and Paul McCartney almost got the boot too. If that’d happened, all hell would have broken loose.

DIE MARIAH DIE.

You know, I always thought Ozzy Osborne was if nothing else an interesting character. The MTV reality sitcom “The Osbornes” also helped me to realize that he’s a bit normal in addition to just being a character. Apparently, last monday Osborne was booked on GMA with Rusty Yates (hubby of crazy-lady Andrea Yates). Well, Yates went on and on to staff about his love of Ozzy and Black Sabbath (apparently even singing a number of Sabbath songs…strange behavior for a religious zealot). Anyway, when Ozzy and his wife Sharon heard about Yates wanting to meet the rocker, Ozzy exclaimed “I’d poke his eyes out with a hot poker.” Somehow that seems like at least somewhat an appropriate punishment

On a lighter note, check out this picture. It seems to say a lot in today’s failing economy:

You know what I REALLY like? When somebody cuts you off on the expressway and promptly taps their breaks because you’re riding their tail. Logic be damned.

What is it that Monday never feels very good. I had a lovely weekend (aside from the fact that my taxes still aren’t done after a week in the hands of some pseudo-accountant). I’m really getting fed up with this guy. I also went shopping this weekend, but only came away from the mall with two carefully chosen (yet expensively priced) items. Dramatically Different (girl, you know what this is) and a lovely perfume called Hanae Mori. Seriously, don’t ever test smell that scent…you’ll end up buying it. I think it’s got some sort of drug in it…

Anyway, the man and I also got Direct TV this weekend. It about a million times nicer than the old crummy cable system. There are about a zillion more channels, the picture is tons better, and the service is about the same price. Seriously, it was a great choice. Plus, we now have the Cartoon Network and E! We were missing both of those very average, very normal cable stations thanks to the lackluster service provided by Comcast.

That’s my weekend, hopefully nothing crazy happens today.

Rant on.
Icky day at work today. Why is it that people who don’t know how to design web pages tell you how to do it? Yeah, minor rant. I suppose it could be worse. I am very happy with the page I put together, but my boss doesn’t really get why you have to design a page for lower resolution uses. She wants it to fit on HER screen and not have any extra space around the content. I tried to explain, but I think she is having a bad day or something. Whatever. Just don’t make my day equally bad. Thank you.
Rant off.

I just was surfing around my favorite University’s website and came along something very intersting. Apparently, a girl whom I knew my freshman year (and managed to puke on a number of my shirts and somehow make the entire wing of the dorm smell like ass) died in a car accident in August 2001. You know, that’s a sad thing, but the girl was crazy. Seriously. Crazy. She had epilepsy, yet (even as the article I found mentions) it didn’t stop her. She got sent home from the University eventually because she wouldn’t stop drinking. I very specifically remember an ambulance arriving at my dorm my freshman year to scoop Leah up after a night of drinking. Epilepsy and drinking really don’t mix. At all. Here’s a link to the story about her parents starting up a memorial fund in her name. Not that Leah ever had a chance in hell of finishing college…she was too busy visiting men’s dorm rooms. CLICK HERE.

I’ve been a bit lazy lately. But, I do have to talk a little about a very strange sign I saw on my way home yesterday. I was entering a construction area on the highway and in addition to the ‘traffic fines doubled’ sign here was one that goes as follows:

When I saw the sign I absolutely broke out laughing. Keep in mind my sense of humor is very twisted, but this was the funniest thing I’ve seen in a long time. Seriously, do they really think it’s all that necessary to inform the future perps of what their punishment will be? It just struck me as strange…

Ah yes. I’ve survived a weekend of St. Patrick’s day. Not that I actually did anything on Sunday anyway.

I did manage to go out on Saturday to a yuppie bar in Royal Oak called Fifth Avenue. It could have been worse, there are even yuckier bars with even more self-obsessed people. For example, Fifth Avenue in Novi. Anyway, it was a nice evening full of blues, darts, and talking. My kind of night. Those three (yes, just three) Seabreezes did manage to get a bit to me. I don’t do much drinking these days.

Here’s a picture I found that I thought people *somewhere* may enjoy. There is a striking resemblance between Dee Snider and Christina Aguilera…

Okay. I found the absolute funniest picture today on a member’s profile page on epinions. Thanks for this BadKittyM. My life wouldn’t have been complete without it.

Well, yesterday I heard something of interest on the news. Well first there was that huge food poisoning outbreak in the Detroit area thanks to tainted cannollis. Then there was something else. Something that would have been a great relief when I was 18 or 19 or 20. Something that makes your body NOT be a vessel in the case of alcohol. Therefore, if you’re 19 (for example) and you’re drunk. Not mean, not fighting…just drunk. You cannot be considered as such nor prosecuted as such in the state of Michigan. You have to actually have the liquor in hand or be driving a car. Quite a change of policy for the days where it seemed every other person had a MIP. Never me, but I think you see the point. But since I’m 25 it doesn’t mean squat to me

Ooooh! Another one.

Take the What Should Your New Year’s Resolution Be? Quiz

I just took a fun little Radiohead test. Here are the results:

Take the Radiohead Collective Member Test.

I personally like the part about the gimpy eye.

The hell you say! Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake have broken up. What’s the world coming to? Gack.

What is is exactly about my family that attracts psychos? My poor sister is currently dealing with a psycho classmate who seems increasingly illogical and has now called her a (and I quote) “daft racist bitch.” First, she’s not racist. That’s not even a question. Darn those crazy Brits

One more thing. I’m just starting up my own, free, privately owned and operated message board. It’s very cool and can be found at forum.sevencagedtigers.com. We’ll see how it all pans out and what my exact subject matter will be. Although, however you cut it, I’m very excited about it

First and foremost, let this be said. Yahoo is NOT a good idea when it comes to e-mail. Why, you ask? Well, first and foremost it seems to be very easy to hack into. My suggestion is to use anything but Yahoo as a service. I’ve completely disassociated myself with Yahoo and never intend to use their groups, e-mail, or for that matter search engine ever again as a direct result of my recent dealings with said hacker. I don’t think the guy knows squat, but he’s got a program that is prying itself into my account through some opening and changing my passwords (on FOUR accounts) every few seconds. This is the reason I refuse to use the service. I’m looking for something safer and more reliable these days. Let me know if you’ve got any good suggestions. I’m open for ideas!

Besides all those fun and games, my weekend went well. I went ‘up north’ and ended up wading through a foot of snow (at least) to get home. Talk about a late winter snow. We almost never get weather like that these days. I also went shopping. Nothing special, just spending money. And boy do I enjoy spending a dollar or two here and there.

Woo-hoo! Friday. Although, this weekend I’ve planned to head up north to see my family. It should be a cheap weekend if nothing else

My sister e-mailed me today and told me about her experiences with yet another rock star. This time it was Jarvis Cocker, lead singer of Pulp. She went to a very trendy but exceptionally superficial club in London to see a show. She said that the crowd was horrible, and as she fled the dance floor Mr. Cock(er) was in her way. She asked politely for him to please move. He heard her but barely acknowledged her existence. The third time she yelled at him to move. He sneered and she pushed her way through. He later approached her and told her that who-was-she to ask him to move. I guess that’s why he’s got such a rude reputation. It’s earned.

Wish me a happy weekend. This week has been rather quiet.