karaokegal (karaokegal) wrote,
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Tidbits and rambling. Includes ficathon pimping.

I haven't done an LJ readthrough yet, and I may skip today because I reallyreallyreally want to start writing my betteronvicodin fic. Thanks to all of you who've been putting up with my whinging and whining about it, especially the ever loverly savemoony. I walked to work today and I think I finally got the bunny I needed to move forward. Unfortunately I also got "A Love Supreme" by Robbie Williams stuck in my head and I can't for the life of me figure out where the main the riff is sampled from and it's driving me nuts. If anybody knows, please tell me. I'll feel like an idiot, but at least my brain won't itch.

*****

RIP LEE HAZELWOOD

Sing it with me, people. (And no, we're not going to do "Boots". Too obvious.)

I got some troubles but they won't last
I'm gonna lay right down here in the grass
And pretty soon all my troubles will pass
'cause I'm in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town

I never had a dog that liked me some
Never had a friend or wanted one
So I just lay back and laugh at the sun
'cause I'm in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town



Yesterday it rained in Tennessee
I heard it also rained in Tallahassee
But not a drop fell on little old me
'cause I was in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town

If I had a million dollars or ten
I'd give to ya, world, and then
You'd go away and let me spend
My life in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town
la-la-la-la to end
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I hate it when things disappear without my noticing.

Last time I was up at Ameoba records at Haight & Stanyan street, I noticed that Cala was gone. This big supermarket that had been at that location as long as I've been in San Francisco, so at least 20 years. GONE! I wonder if the proximity to Golden Gate Park (right across the street) killed it. Since GG PARK is pretty much the hub of the homeless community in SF (which has been A BIG ISSUE in the papers lately) there were always panhandlers hanging out, probably trying to shoplift, cadge money and use the bathrooms. A few years after I got here, I ran into my friend Eddie who I'd known in NJ (friend isn't exactly the word, but we were never boyfriend/girlfriend or lovers.) He was homeless and living in the park. I gave him a handout and said goodbye and DID NOT GIVE HIM MY ADDRESS OR PHONE # and never saw him again. Have no idea what ever happened to him. I hope he made it out, but I tend to doubt it.

Also---my ID. A while ago, I decided it wasn't very bright to go out on my long run/walk/run with no ID on my person. I didn't want to become an unidentified body in my own personal version of CSI-San Francisco, so I started taking my ID out of my wallet and putting it in the thing I put around my waist that has my keys, Ipod etc. Two weeks ago, I did this and I thought I put it back in my wallet afterwards. When I went to get it again this last weekend---NADA. I'm not panicing just yet. My apartment likes to hide stuff from me, so there's a chance it will turn up. Also, I'm taking three days off toward the end of August, so if necessary, I can go up to DMV and get another one. I reallyreally like the picture on that one though, so I hope it turns up.



Ficathon Pimping:

Characters of Color Multi-Fandom Love-A-Thon

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OK, that's enough blather for now. Gotta go do some work and then hopefully get cracking on the crack.
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