Quote from: CaseyB on August 11, 2013, 09:23:48 AM
Who? What? Now you got everyone wondering what you're talking about lol

Quote from: Keaira on August 11, 2013, 11:58:42 AM
AAAAAAAHHHH!!!

WHAT? and WHO?

Here's a hint. I seem to post after she does.

Quote from: Miss Bungle on August 10, 2013, 06:39:02 PM
So am I. But I'm used to it so I just do my thang and go on with life. No need to let it get you down.

Not down, not lonely, just alone.

Maybe its just me but opening doors don't seem as easy as it used to be. 

I have so much crap in my room right now.

Quote from: caleb. on August 11, 2013, 07:44:20 PM
I have so much crap in my room right now.

You too?

I have difficulty throwing away stuff. 'Tis not worthless, it'll be worth something one day, matey! Arrr!

Yeah, I'm really reluctant to throw anything away anymore. It doesn't make sense because before I was the opposite, pretty minimalist, never had a problem getting rid of anything if it was no longer needed. But in the past few months I've developed slight hoarding tendencies it seems.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HymmwtsEKAQ&feature=youtu.be
This is the soundtrack to my brain. Pretty screwed up, i know.

Daydreaming about being a motivantional speaker and speaking to a group of transguys about how to reach their goals in their transition and life and sharing my life story about how I got to where I was (hypothetically speaking).  It would be called "guy talk".

Daydream over, I want to play the Resident Evil 6 demo again.

Quote from: Miss Bungle on August 11, 2013, 10:16:29 PM
That's super cool. I can totally relate to that.

I don't sleep with my Portia doll. She just chills on my couch along with my Dotty doll and my Bacon plushie. (Yes...a plush Bacon doll. )

These are the two that I snooze with:



Smaller versions of Dotty and Portia that I altered a bit, swapped their outfits and renamed Doris and Patricia.


This is my favorite Get Along Gang episode: "Uneasy Rider"

5 whole dollars!?!?

Ladies and gentlemen, watch me.

All through our show i have been thinking....

what could i possibly do to amaze everyone in the audience here at the Roxy Theatre in December 1973.

Awesome, that Ruth Underwood. Great percussionist. Didn't mind Zappa's chauvinistic attitude it seems.

Lots of thoughts this morning!

1) It's been about a year since I decided to focus more on my identity issues.  I can't believe how far I've made it since then!
2) I like how my shirt size has gone from "mens large" to "womens medium / small"
3) The dress I'm wearing is pretty, but I'm a little self-conscious of how pale I am.  Hello farmers tan!  I'll be sure to get a photo up sometime today

There's a bomb to blow your mommy up
A bomb for your daddy too
(Ouch)
A baby doll that burps & pees
A case of airplane glue
A hungry plastic troll
To scarf your buddy's arm
A box of ugly plastic things marked:
Uncle Bernie's Farm!

There's a little plastic congress
There's a nation you can buy
(I'll take two)
There's a doll that looks like mommy
She'll do anything but cry
(I seen her)
There's a doll that looks like daddy
He's a funny little man
Push a button & ask for money
There's a dollar in his hand
(Check his wallet)

We gotta send Santa Claus back to the Rescue Mission
Christmas don't make it no more
Don't you know that murder & destruction
Scream the toys in every store
(Think this'll sell in New York?)

There's a man who runs the country
There's a man who tried to think
And they're all made out of plastic
When they melt they start to stink
There's a book with smiling children
Nearly dead with Christmas joy!
And smiling in his office
Is the creep who makes the toys . . .

Quote from: SaveMeJeebus on August 11, 2013, 03:35:39 PM
Here's a hint. I seem to post after she does.

..... Well, it can't be Miss Bungle. She has posted and you were silent. But it is still vague. Damn you for getting my curiousity peaked! AH! 

Im beginning to think I have a fan club on here. Which is odd for me.

How did he do it? How did he get that tone? And why did he call his favorite guitar technique the Bulgarian B->-bleeped-<-ipe?

One very fascinating piece of Zappa history is the song "Let's Move To Cleveland". It was (according to Zappa himself at least) written 1968 as a chamber orchestra piece. It most likely wasn't performed live until 1975, where it was performed in a very weird uptempo arrangement. After 1976 it disappeared until 1980, where it was probably only played once (in Berkeley). It finally became part of Zappa's regular repertoire on the 1982 tour, sounding radically different and rather heavy, including Zappa and Steve Vai trading solos. In 1984 it became a solo vehicle for the whole band and the closing vocals differed from night to night. Eventually the band settled on "Let's Move To Cleveland", because of the nice audience at their show there that year. Here are a few alternate titles for the song:


Canard Du Jour   all 1975 and 1976 performances
Young & Monde   all 1982 performances
Kreeg-ah Bundolo   7/17/84 Los Angeles
7/22/84 Los Angeles
most summer 1984 performances
10/25/84 Worcester
11/3/84 (late) Stony Brook
11/9/84 Boston
12/10/84 San Antonio
Ray White On Vocals/Chad Wackerman On Drums/
Scott Thunes On Bass/Allan Zavod On Keyboards/
Bobby Martin On Keyboards/Ike Willis On Vocals
(And Of Course The Mad Italian Buffoon,
And We Hope That We Will Come Back Soon)   8/16/84 Jones Beach
Let's Go To The Whorehouse   9/24/84 (late) London
9/25/84 London
10/6/84 Marseille
Tell 'Em What They Win, Bob   9/30/84 Lyon
Wile E. Coyote   10/3/84 (early) Munich
Let's Go To The Outhouse   10/8/84 Milan
Where's My Vacation?   10/12/84 Viareggio
Ray White Had A Brownout   10/13/84 Padua
Here Comes The Av'lanche/Must Be A Sickler   10/14/84 Rome
He's/I'm Not The Panther   10/16/84 Rome
12/3/84 (late) New Orleans
Let's Eat The Dog Food   11/10/84 (late) Upper Darby
Don't Eat The Whalebar   11/13/84 Washington
11/16/84 Buffalo
Let's Move To Cleveland   11/14/84 Cleveland
11/30/84 (late) Sunrise
12/23/84 Los Angeles
all 1988 performances
Ave Maria   11/18/84 Columbus
I'll Tumble For Ya   11/21/84 (late) Royal Oak
Kiss My Volcano   11/23/84 (late) Chicago
Wowowowowo   12/1/84 St. Petersburg
Sit On My Faceland   12/4/84 Memphis
Let's Throw A Tantrum   12/8/84 Kansas City
Je Suis Je Suis   12/11/84 Austin
Watch Harold's Footwork   12/12/84 Houston
Don't Use Your Elbow   12/13/84 Dallas
Hi Hi Ho Silver   12/17/84 (late) Seattle
Let's Go Through Customs   12/18/84 (late) Vancouver
No Pink Po-Jamas   12/20/84 Portland
Don't Be A Lawyer   
Let's Have More Pants    

I recorded something and reached the limits of my voice both in the lower registers and the upper registers. Surprisingly, there's only one really bad voice crack.

Bringing in the sheaves
Bringing in the sheaves
We will come rejoicing
Bringing in the sheaves
Whoa!

L.A. in the summer of '69
I went downtown and bought some wine
I wasted my head on three quarts of juice
And now the grapes won't cut me loose
'Cause I'm a wino man
Wino man
WINO MAN

36, 24, hips about 30
(36, 24, hips about 30)
Seen a fine lady and I started talkin' dirty
(Seen a fine lady and I started talkin' dirty)
She looked at me and raised her thumb
(Thumb, yeah)
And said: "Jam down the road, you funky-ass bum"
(Jam it down, jam it down, funky-ass bum,
That's no way to talk to a lady!)
'Cause you're a wino man
Don't you know I am?
WINO MAN

I, I went to the country
And while I was gone
A roller-headed lady
Caught me weedling on her lawn
I am so ashamed, 'cause I'm a wino man
And I can't help myself
HELP ME SOMEBODY!

I'm a wino man
Wino man
Oh lord!
WINO MAN

My guitar playing
And my wino career are in a slump
'Cause I find myself now living
In a cardboard refrigerator box down by the Houston dump
And, oh my God, I'm so ashamed of myself
(So ashamed of myself)
Everytime I get . . . WHOOAAAH!

I've been drinkin' all night and my eyes are gettin' red
Well, I crashed in the gutter, got bugs in my head
Bugs in my coat, been scratchin' like a dog
I can't stand water, and I stink like a hog
Give me fi-i-i-i-i-ive bucks
And a hot meal
Give me fi-i-i-i-i-ive bucks
And a hot meal
Give me fi-i-i-i-i-ive bucks
And a hot meal
Give me FI-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I. . .
Maybe an old overcoat or two
Maybe an old overcoat or two
Maybe an old overcoat or two
Oh, oh my God, I just love overcoats

I don't believe in wasting food and throwing it away if I can help it.  I throw all leftover food outside for the critters to eat, even though my mom hates it when I do that but hey, what good it is doing in the trashcan?  It's just taking extra space in there and stinking it up.  At least if I throw it outside something gets fed. I have thrown all kinds of food out there....even half a birthday cake and it got eaten.  I threw a cupcake out there yesterday and later that night a cat was eating it.  The previous day I threw the bottom of some burnt pizza out there and it's all gone.  I throw bones out there and they are gone.   I threw a whole bag of lettuce out there and that stayed for weeks lol but snails and ants and other bugs were eventually starting to eat it.  Heck why let food go to waste? 

This is not funny. I used to find it funny, but i no longer can. I have matured a bit. I don't have a problem with Zappa's immature chauvinistic lyrics, at least not always, it depends on the song. But this is just nasty and all kinds of offensive.

I want a nasty little Jewish Princess
(La-la-la)
With long phony nails and a hairdo that rinses
(Wee-oo-oo)
A horny little Jewish Princess
With a garlic aroma that could level Tacoma
(FA!)
Lonely inside
Well, she can swallow my pride

I need a hairy little Jewish Princess
(La-la-la)
With a brand new nose
(Oo-ee-oo)
Who knows where it goes
I want a steamy little Jewish Princess
(KSSS!)
With over-worked gums, who squeaks when she cums
I don't want no troll
I just want a Yemenite hole

I want a darling little Jewish Princess
(La-la-la)
Who don't know ->-bleeped-<- about cooking and is arrogant looking
(Woo-eee-ooo)
A vicious little Jewish Princess
To specifically happen with a pee-pee that's snappin'
All up inside
I just want a Princess to ride

Awright, back to the top . . .
(Hi-Yo, Silver! Away!)
Everybody twist!

I want a funky little Jewish Princess
(La-la-la)
A grinder; a bumper, with a pre-moistened dumper
A brazen little Jewish Princess
(HI-YO!)
With titanic tits
(WHOAH!)
And sand-blasted zits
She can even be poor
So long as she does it with four on the floor
(Vapor-lock)

I want a dainty little Jewish Princess
(La-la-la)
With a couple of sisters who can raise a few blisters
A fragile little Jewish Princess
(HI-YO!)
With Roumanian thighs, who weasels 'n lies
For two or three nights
Won't someone send me a princess who bites
Won't someone send me a princess who bites
Won't someone send me a princess who bites
Won't someone send me a princess who bites

I feel really ignored.