The new Meat Loaf album (Bat out of Hell III: The Monster is Loose– I mentioned it at some point) has Meat Loaf’s version of “It’s All Coming Back To Me Now,” a song made popular by Celine Dion. Apparently the guy who wrote the song (Steinman?) originally wrote it for Meat Loaf and Meat Loaf didn’t want to put it on Bat II, he wanted to save it for Bat III so the composer turned around and gave it to Dion who made it a hit (song– video with guy dying on motorcycle– remember?). Well anyways– Meat Loaf finally busted this song on his new album. And I got around to listening to it (it is actually a duet with Marion Raven– half of the Norway girl teen pop duo M2M. I don’t remember what they sang, but I do remember them– must have been some obscure song on some obscure show– that or they were pretty good looking when we were all 14) and I couldn’t quite make out one of the lines. Well I know what it was supposed to be, but it sounded like Meat Loaf was fucking something up. Instead of “There were NIGHTS of endless pleasure…” it is “There were LIGHTS of endless pleasure…” A quick search of Wikipedia proved this was indeed the case, but lacked in an explanation.
What the hell is a “light of endless pleasure?” Is Meat Loaf farther ahead of the curve than I ever thought he was?
I think I’ve discovered the weird fascination behind the indie craze.
See, a couple years ago I started watching Scrubs. Well at least when it first came out– and followed it throughout high school. After college I kinda stopped following TV, so I didn’t really pick up on it til this spring, where I was able to knock off all 5 seasons.
Well, now it’s out in syndication (Comedy Central/myTV) and people are watching it. And I’ve had no less than 4 people tell me, “Hey, you have all the Scrubs eps? Can I get them off of you?”
I mean, it’s nice that people are watching it– and I know I’m not nearly the biggest fan, and no I didn’t discover it when it was on some Canadian indie station– but still– I saw it first.
There is a weird smell outside the southeast part of Barton. It’s persisted for at least a week now. My gut is it’s rotting leaves in that little strip of trees and muck, but it could very well be dog shit.
After spending my ENTIRE goddamn weekend (getting about 8 total hours of sleep spread out over three days) voluteering my time and my effort to run a non-profit intercollegiate bowling tournament without computers and parking and tons of other shit that I should have access to, I come home to people who SHOULD be paying me money for Bob Saget tickets in the motherfucking third row, but people who a) decided to wait until the last minute to tell me they couldn’t come and b) apparently have “work” that’s due tomorrow– the same people who will get shitfaced on any old Wednesday when they have a paper due Thursday and try to convince me that they’re 1.8 GPA is about average.
Fuck you. Fuck you all. Fuck everyone. Daddy doesn’t give me money. I take this $$ hit personally jerkoffs. Don’t give me this bullshit.
Enough of that. Back to downloading a giant fucking file because my fucking Eddygate internet which is supposed to be the fucking “fastest in Collegetown” (their words not mine) cut out on me for about the 3 billionth time since I got here in August.
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