Whose Voodoo Would You Do #4

Version Spinal Tap, aka "Version on 11"

Whose Voodoo Would You Do? - A maybe weekly feature where fredericks tries her damnedest to disprove the notion that she's not batshit crazy. Music groups past present AND future (admire the skills) will be presented and all you have to do is pick which member you'd, you know, do. Forget sexual orientation of the do-er (yourself) and the do-ees (the options) and just choose. Justifying one's choice is always welcome. Calls for an intervention? not so much.


This week's group is Spinal Tap, that pinnacle of 80's sound that brought us such memorable hits as "Tonight I'm Gonna Rock You Tonight", "Sex Farm", and the chart-topping album "Smell The Glove" (smells sort of like censored photos, don't it?). If nothing else Tap taught a generation of people that talent (and drummers) may come and go, but mockumentaries live forever. All hail the Tap!

( The Tap is HERE, luv )

[Poll #799739]

Family'll kill ya

( The noncompliant father )

Fucked up morning but DAMN, yesterday was niiiiiiiiiice. Thank you to everyone who volunteered to read through my paper before submission (I used my brother only because I didn't wrap it up until the early morning), and to those who congratulated me. Here's the thing - I know my paper isn't the Second Coming or anything, but all that matters is that I'm damned proud of the work I did. A professor who I respect thinks it's important and good and I'm going to run with that. It's nice to feel like you're not an incompetent git sometimes, you know? I'm going to work on it and try to get it published but even if I don't manage to get it into any journals I'll know that someone believed enough in me and my abilities to think I *could*. And that? makes me smile.

Before the e-mail that had me floating on Cloud Nine was breakfast with Jo. I'd managed four hours of sleep before she called me up and asked me if I wanted to head out. We did IHOP (country-fried steak is the shiznit, yo) and I had tons of fun. I think the lack of sleep loosened my tongue considerably, to the point where I'm this side of embarrassed. I found out Jo's much less sexually adventurous than I'd thought, and she found out that I likes the mens kissing. And the ladies kissing. And anyone kissing. And...yeah. Wouldn't have taken her for that level of prude. Mind, I'm plenty prudish myself, but I like what I like.

Next was school to pay the remainder of my bill and to meet up with the lass with whom I'm co-authoring the speech. We spent more time bitching about the program and classmates than actually writing, but it was all good. I should probably finish some part of my speech tonight, I think. When she headed out I stayed in Starbucks to work on some classwork. I've become quite enamored with working on reports in Starbucks. Something about using the iMac and the net and not having all the annoying family distractions that lends itself to getting work done. Too bad the laptop is my brother's. A body could get addicted to this thing.

Right. So that's about it. Two more postings for 624 (I plan to get at least one done tonight), the HESI on Monday (I should do a bunch of review questions tonight, right?), and that's it for classwork. Whoo! Home stretch.

P.S. - Whose Voodoo Would You Do, version Spinal Tap. Voting is FUNdamental.

P.P.S. - What's with family planning what you're going to do with your paychecks when you're not even licensed yet? They really want to jinx a body, don't they?