August, 2010


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Aug 10

Gunner Mix

Every once in a while, Gunner is really interested in the music I’m listening to, so I figure maybe he’s outgrowing his SpongeBob soundtrack. I decided the make a special mix CD just for him, but it was a bit more difficult than I had originally thought–turns out I have a lot of music that is both inappropriate and uninteresting to a 5-year-old (go figure). But one day we were listening to some Sepultura in the car, and Ratamahatta came on and Gunner absolutely loved it! He loves singing his own “gibberish” songs, so a song in Portuguese was right up his alley. I added that song to his mix playlist, and along with the three Queen songs already on there it was a whopping 9 minutes. I finally decided to just go through everything I have and add whatever I thought might work, and then listen to the playlist all the way through to edit stuff out that would be boring for him (or had hidden swears that I had forgotten about).

The final CD turned out really awesome! I almost made a duplicate for myself, but then I figured I’d be hearing it ten times through every day and that would be enough. A couple highlights that he has really enjoyed are Peaches and Buttmachine (again, go figure).

Gunner Mix


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Aug 10

Zombie Apocalypse: Things I would miss

There are many “luxuries” in life that are taken for granted on a daily basis, but in the event of a zombie apocalypse (I’m just sayin’…) there are certain things that I would especially miss. You know, other than relative peace and calm and safety and not having to splatter brains all day long.

  1. Music. Without electricity, I can’t listen to music. This is why I married a musician–as long as he’s alive and with me and has a guitar, we’re golden.
  2. Sleep. Oh, my precious, precious sleep. Hours and hours of sleep. How can a person be expected to sleep during a zombie apocalypse? Nothing but nightmares.
  3. Medicine. Way-back-when, if a person had a fever, they would die. Nowadays we have Tylenol. How much would it suck to die of a fever when there’s a perfectly good zombie apocalypse going on?
  4. Shoes. Shoes wear out, become soiled, tear and split, and during a zombie apocalypse it’s not often that you’re strolling through the mall.
  5. Bananas and citrus fruits. I live in Iowa–do we even grow fruit here? Maybe some strawberries, an apple tree or something, and a shit-ton of berries (but I don’t think they count).
  6. Toilet paper. Enough said.

This is all assuming that I do indeed survive long enough to get past the “OH SHIT” part of the zombie apocalypse and have time to gather my thoughts, mourn the loss of my family and friends, come to terms with the reality of the situation, figure out a plan to avoid dying, and THEN reminisce about the amenities of the “good times”.

I have a 67% chance of surviving a zombie apocalypse