Monday, September 25, 2006

Musica

My brother and my best friend have recently crossed over to the dark side, and bought iPods.  I guess they've heard someone gushing over how fantastic they are, and decided to join in the fun.

I was excited for them, until they started asking me about my music.   As in, "cool, now we can share music."  Both of them are quite animated when discussing the possibilities, my brother going on about how my taste is different from his, but how that would supplement his library well.

I am about to say something that will make me sound like a wacko.

I am not sure I want to share.  

It's not that we would do anything illegal, or anything like that, it's just that I'm not sure if I'm ready to lay my soul bare to them in this way.  Melodrama aside, what I mean is, I don't want to have to defend my musical taste to them.  It's my music.  They might not like it all.  I don't want to hear snickers and stifled laughter when they happen upon some of my um, more eclectic selections.

You think that wouldn't happen?  Think again.

We are all nosy when it comes to some things, to anything that would give a clue into the psyche of someone else.   The parts they keep a little hidden.

Who hasn't perused the books in a bookshelf in a friends/relatives/parent-of-your-child's-friends house, just out of curiosity?  Or looked at the stack of CDs they left on the counter or in their car?  (Or, ahem, looked at the empty cube of a coworker, to see their pictures and doodads, getting a little of the flavor of their personality thru sheer nosine...observation?)

As you look at the titles, you think, "Oh, I like that too.  Love that.  I wonder if I can borrow this?  What the hell...no way!!!"

Still don't believe me?

A couple of weeks ago, I had my laptop open, music library out where all could see.   I turn around and Mr W is sitting there, checking out what I have in it.  I didn't mind, I'd wanted him to pick some stuff out so I could burn him a CD.

I hear a snort.  "Culture Club?"  he says, eyebrow raised.

"It's one song.  ONE!"  I find myself sputtering, hands fluttering around in my defense.

Do I really want my brother to see how much Sarah MacLachlan is lurking in the wings; to explain to Jenny how Justin Timberlake is an ass-shaking genius and she should try it sometime?

(**I have to step aside to say yes, I bought that CD the day it became available.  I love it.  And after I explained to Mr W--who had guffawed again when he thought I'd brought it to the car for a listen---that that CD got him laid the night before, he stopped laughing.  Get your sexy on, folks.)

I'm sure I will get over it, and be swapping away in no time.

You see, no one can enlighten my brother.

Maybe some Toby Keith, Liz Phair, or UB40 can.

Enough.  On to the Saturday Six.  I'm not doing last week's, which I missed.  This week's has all kinds of dating questions in it.

I don't date.

Much.

Saturday Six - Episode 127

1. You find out that you've just gotten a new job in a different state. Besides your spouse, who is the first person you tell?

My Mom.  And then I'd have to call an ambulance.

2. With the money in your pocket, wallet or purse right now, could you make change for a $20 bill? Could you make change for a $1 bill?

For a buck, maaaayybe.  For a twenty, are you kidding?

3. Is this ability (or lack of ability) to make change a typical reflection of how much cash and coins you regularly carry?

Absolutely.   I have four children.  Whatever is not tied up in their upkeep, is left for us.   Which is about $2.95 a pay period, and that won't even get me in the door at Starbucks.

I only have change on me when I know there will be a vending machine around and I have to bribe someone. :p

4. Take the quiz:
What mythological character are you?

My results say:

You Are a Mermaid
You are a total daydreamer, and people tend to think you're flakier than you actually are.
While your head is often in the clouds, you'll always come back to earth to help someone in need.
Beyond being a caring person, you are also very intelligent and rational.
You understand the connections of the universe better than almost anyone else.

I'm not flaky, but I'll say I am if it means I get to have a mermaid rack.

5. Are you typically the "heart breaker" or the "broken-hearted" in your relationship history?

Aw, geez, I don't know.  Mr W is my dating history.  Broken-hearted, as he is quite a cool customer, and to this day, I think I am waayy more into him than he is to me.  (Yes.  I am 13 years old.  And he has just assured me that I am full of crap.)

6. Considering your answer to #5, would you rather be the opposite?

You mean, would I prefer to leave a swath of broken men in my wake?  Of course, dahlink.  Who wants to be the one chasing after the car as it drives away, Kleenex in hand, eyes swollen and red from crying, snot trailing in the wind?? 

Of course, I realize that with my personality, that might be a tall order.  I would have to be really, really pissed off or hurt to not be one of those people who is friends with her exes.  Imagine what Thanksgiving dinner would be like at my house....

On this note, I have to go.  I'm reading this really engrossing book about a teenage vampire. 

Did I just hear someone scoff??

3 comments:

screaminremo303 said...

Culture Club? I feel for Mr W. I have to endure the Hits of the 80's when Ms. Lovely is feeling the groove, and there's only sooo much Prince that a guy can take.

And I hear George Michael is making a comeback. Probably in a public men's room.

jevanslink said...

Excuse me while I shake my booty to the Pointer Sisters' Dare Me.  GOT A CHIP ON MY SHOULDER WITH YOUR NAME ON IT -- KNOCK IT OFF.

That pretty much takes care of my relationship history.

Mrs. L  

jevanslink said...

Oh, and I'm a Chimera.  I didn't know that was a mythological creature.  I thought it was a BUick.

Mrs. L