Scotch was sorting the vinyl this weekend and came across a killer compilation that I bought a while back. We put it on, and this sweet gem got lodged in my head, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. I dare you to listen to this and not be feelin' a whole lot better than before!
I'm pretty sure it's a Toots and the Maytals song, though, and the mp3 is just mislabeled. It could have been covered by Byron Lee, as he is awesome, although most of The Dragonaires stuff is sort of new wave synth ska. Thinking about Byron Lee, though, reminded me of this song:
One month from today, I'll be in the most beautiful location of the most beautiful place, eye to eye with the most beautiful girl. We'll vow (in two languages even) to stand by each others' sides for the rest of our lives, which is pretty fucking awesome. Some people are freaked out by such a commitment, but I've never been more sure of anything in my life. As cliche as it sounds, Miss Scotch is truly my best friend and my favorite person to be with. I miss her when we're apart, and every time I see her or hear her voice I'm like a puppy dog whose owner just came home from work. Marrying her is like signing up for free massages, on rollercoasters, with chocolate fondue between each ride, for the rest of my life. I'm ON FUCKING BOARD.
(shudder) and one more time for good measure GROSS!
First let me say that I'm not afraid of bugs or spiders or any other creepy crawlies BUT I went out to check on my tomatoes earlier... they're still there..and found this on one of my plants...
Eww,,,it's molting..gross! I gave out a little shriek and ran in the house to get DeWitte..he was home for lunch. He's only afraid of spiders, wasps and giant moths (which is what this caterpillar turns into if we let it live.). He wouldn't touch it either. He got a pair of BBQ tongs and tried to pull it off. It wouldn't budge. He ended up cutting off the leaf.
Ok..I can hear you now..OMG Jamie, you're such a baby! It's just a giant caterpillar, big enough to eat your face off..what's so bad about that? Well, where there's one, there's more. I checked the rest of the plants and found this....
No...that's not a sweet giant hornworm tomato caterpillar carrying around it's little baby giant caterpillars on it's back like a good ferocious face eating caterpillar mom. That caterpillar is infested with wasp eggs. That's right..a wasp has laid it's eggs on the back of that caterpillar...and now the fun bit. I looked it up..we're supposed to keep that caterpillar in a jar with more tomato leaves so that the wasp eggs can hatch and eat it inside out..that way infusing more parasitic wasps into the world.
I don't think so Clark.
Nathan just watched this thirty thousand times and now he's off annoying his cat. I think that's a good thing, the cats sure do annoy me often enough. If you really want to have fun, get your cat all hepped up on catnip and put a piece of scotch tape on his/her forehead (post-it's work, too.). They hate that so I highly recommend it.
Lately, I think I've lost my regular blog mojo to micro blogging services like twitter and plurk. Something about the immediacy of typing my rants, snarks and moments of fleeting insight just when they pop into my head appeals to me. I also love being able to catch up with the up to the minute happenings of the world around me. Micro blogging has made regular blogging seem cumbersome. But I suspect that's a feeling for me that will fade in time.
But this isn't a post about that. It's a post about something I learned WHILE microblogging. A friend on Plurk asked the people in his network what their Myers-Brigg personality type was, and to take the test here, if they chose to. At the time I could not for the life of me remember what my personality type was, so I decided to take the test again.
I'm an INFJ. And reading the profile told me everything I already knew.
I'm reclusive. Private. Complicated. Intuitive. Caring. Nurturing. And generally not open to letting too many people into the soft gooey center of me (or any other parts, either). I'm also very stubborn about what I believe, and inclined to go with that, even if it seems foreign or even absurd to people around me.
The highlights/lowlights from my obsessive reading on the type on a quiet Saturday night:
INFJs are deeply concerned about their relations with individuals as well as the state of humanity at large. They are, in fact, sometimes mistaken for extroverts because they appear so outgoing and are so genuinely interested in people -- a product of the Feeling function they most readily show to the world. On the contrary, INFJs are true introverts, who can only be emotionally intimate and fulfilled with a chosen few from among their long-term friends, family, or obvious "soul mates." - Introverted iNtuing Feeling Judging, by Marina Margaret Heiss.
Counselors are scarce, little more than one percent of the population, and can be hard to get to know, since they tend not to share their innermost thoughts or their powerful emotional reactions except with their loved ones. They are highly private people, with an unusually rich, complicated inner life. Friends or colleagues who have known them for years may find sides emerging which come as a surprise. Not that Counselors are flighty or scattered; they value their integrity a great deal, but they have mysterious, intricately woven personalities which sometimes puzzle even them. - About Four Temperaments - Keirsey.com
INFJs operate within themselves on an intuitive basis which is entirely spontaneous. They know things intuitively, without being able to pinpoint why, and without detailed knowledge of the subject at hand. They are usually right, and they usually know it. Consequently, INFJs put a tremendous amount of faith into their instincts and intuitions. INFJs have uncanny insight into people and situations. They get "feelings" about things and intuitively understand them.
Consequently,
most INFJs are protective of their inner selves, sharing only what they choose
to share when they choose to share it. They are deep, complex individuals, who
are quite private and typically difficult to understand. INFJs hold back part
of themselves, and can be secretive. - Potrait of an INFJ
What's your personality type? Does it fit you?
What question do you hate being asked?
"Will you draw me a tattoo?"
I HATE being asked that. I do a lot of line and ink drawings and yes a LOT of my art has a very tattoo flash feel to it and YES people ( Okay, one person) have actually gotten my work tattooed on them. But NO I WON'T draw you a tattoo of whatever it is you want. If you happen to find one of my drawings that you like well enough to get done as a tattoo, that's fine. You can buy the drawing from me.
I hate that random strangers and co-workers assume that just because I like to draw so much my brain and talent are like vending machienes and that all they have to do it say "Hey, draw me a faery (or a cupid or roses or puppy dogs or something that would make the newletter look pretty!) and that I will just do it or that I even want to do it. Do I look like a computer?!
I draw for myself and my loved ones and I don't want to draw anything but what I like to draw so go to the tattoo parlor or get online to find the image you want and leave me alone,
My sister is leaving to return to LA tomorrow, but before she went - she wanted to have a pre birthday mini celebration. She knows I'm likely to be hiding in the very back of my cave this weekend.
I know several people have posted this, but I can't help myself...
