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July 10th, 2009

12:13 pm - Blog transcription Mainly just mindless tv-related blather and 'rental angst. ( And of course beware of the many deer milling around herein, all of whom are teal in color. ) Current Mood: kinda stressed+sleepy, l'usual Current Music: Fito Paez - Cable Y Tierra

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July 8th, 2009

11:10 pm - i haz an MOT Okay, I won't be able to transcribe my blog tonight because I've developed a stabbing pain beneath my right shoulder blade for no readily identifiable reason, but Hilary finally sent me the pics she took last week, so allow me to present Mr. "Oreo" Tennant... ( As Skinny Boy fits under the cut quite nicely. ) Current Mood: okay Current Music: Fito Paez - Gente Sin Swing

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July 6th, 2009

11:18 pm The problem with having gotten myself on the rentals' sleep schedule, more or less, is the fact that I'm now falling over here a little past 11 PM when I normally don't go to sleep until 1 or 2 AM. (This caused me no small amount of consternation last night when I wanted to stay up and watch Robot Chicken and The Mighty Boosh. Only partially succeeded there.) Blog to be transcribed anon, as per usual, though as I tweeted tigertale7 earlier, when I was up there, I wanted to be down here, but now that I'm down here, I feel like I should really be back up there instead. That makes me think of Erica Jong's great line about, "Back and forth I go, over the net of my own ambivalence," but I'm really not ambivalent at ALL anymore--I've now realized exactly how overwhelmed Dad is about the whole sitch with Mom, and though I didn't have any particular problem looking after her for three days on my own, I'm more than forty years younger than him, after all; as well, I'm sure he's still dealing with an enormous amount of grief and denial, not to mention that seeing how much his wife of almost 58 years has deteriorated must be stirring up a lot of his own mortality issues as well. So much to talk about, but for now, many hugs and missed-you's to all reading this. ♥ Current Mood: sleepy/resigned Current Music: Fito Paez - Parte del Aire

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July 1st, 2009

05:45 pm I'm off to the ancestral homestead tomorrow to look after Mom so Dad can go to Nevada for the 4th of July...his usual trip this year including the sad task of scattering my uncle's ashes as well. Self-centred, petulant child that I am, however, all I can think about at the moment is how the prospect of being stuck up there for four days with zero internet access OR air-conditioning is not a prospect I welcome. I know that all this requires is a slight toggling of perspective on my part--which I know will happen in due course (and probably will occur over the next few hours)--but presently everything seems a bit couleur-de-noir, not aided by the fact that I got tired of waiting and finally called Driver Safety to check on my relicensing status; unfortunately it turns out I next have to take an actual driving test on the 17th, which fucks up the situation even more since a) July will be more than half over by then; b) I will need an actual car to do this, and Dad already wants to come down so I can use theirs, despite the fact that he's going to have to find someone to stay with Mom and I'd really prefer he didn't drive all the way down here just to bail out my useless ass; c) If I had gotten my fucking act together about the whole license thing in a timely fashion, I wouldn't be in this situation now. As well, despite how much I love to do stuph for my friends, I absolutely HATE few things more than having to ask someone for a favor, which is why I'm sitting here trying to summon up the nerve to call Hilary to ask if she can come over and make sure the girls have enough water while I'm gone...just because I know how busy she is, not to mention that I really don't like calling her only when I need something. Complicating things further, the last time I asked her to do this, the girls were completely out of water when I got home, reminding me of the fact that her cats' water bowls have always been empty whenever I've been over there babysitting Kevin. I thought about asking Ron instead, since he actually lives here and seems to have a bit more empathy and understanding about animals' needs that way, but I honestly just met him and don't feel comfortable giving him a key to my apartment (though what's the worst he could do, rummage through my underwear drawer and find my porn?). Oh, my trust issues, let me show you them. Sorry, just currently overwhelmed and whiny as all get-out. This too shall pass--though as per usual, just not fucking soon enough for the impatient youngest child. Current Mood: pretty frickin' lousy Current Music: The Dukes of Stratosphear - Shiny Cage

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June 28th, 2009

09:38 pm - i haz teh CCL angst Alright, so I've calmed down some from where I was last night--which at the time veered wildly between being so angry I could spit nails and the more wussy but no less valid response of wanting to scream, cry and throw things--but nonetheless, I remain incredibly cheesed off and upset. Last night Christina asked when I was going to move, then asked if I was going to take my cats with me (to which I was unable to refrain from sarcastically replying, "No, I'm just going to abandon them and leave them here to fend for themselves!"); after that, she asked if I would take Cooper with me. Her reasons? 1) "He loves you so much." 2) "He's a brat." 3) "My daughter wants to get a puppy." I will now respond to those assertions here, so that I am not brought up on possibly-justifiable homicide charges. 1) While I'll admit to being unbelievably well and truly chuffed at the fact that Cooper runs away from most people but invariably gambols straight up to me (and promptly flops over in full submissive, "Pets naotiems?" mode), I think part of why he might love me stems from the fact that... 2) I don't see him as a brat, but rather as a distinct individual whose personality and needs are his own, rather than something that should be hacked into something resembling my own ridiculous ideas about what constitutes acceptable pet behavior. 3) Ooh, I'm still barely able to be coherent about this one. Nice fucking lesson to teach your daughter about responsibility there, Christina. As if a puppy remains little and cute indefinitely and doesn't require at least three times as much work as a cat? In the best of all possible worlds, I would of course like nothing better than to get Cooper away from Christina so he has a Person who actually loves him for him--not in the least because, as previously noted, he reminds me so much of my lovey Tboy, but also for those of you who missed DJ's latest pic at SMAS, have I mentioned that Cooper basically looks like a grown-up version of him, except with more splotchy orangey bits? (Yes, Bill, the Deege-pix have gone over extremely well with the sizeable CCL contingent therein--might as well get him set up with the considerable online fanbase that Killsy and Byron already have, eh?). But of course this is anything but the best of all possible worlds. This is a world in which my dad has already blanched at the idea of me bringing three cats with me instead of two. (I can't even imagine his response to that number increasing to four, but suffice to say it would not be positive.) This is also a world in which I have already been envisioning myself in five years' time, after I've lost both the 'rentals and have become the infamous Crazy Cat Lady of Pine Grove, living in the ancestral homestead with 17 cats and no appreciable personal hygiene whatsoever. I'm going to talk to Ron about this, to see if there's any way he can take MOT if getting him fixed alters his behavior to any extent and maybe puts the kibosh on his assertion-of-masculine-dominance tendencies. (Oh, that a theme that has been so delightfully-if-viscerally explored in my pr0n of late could be the source of such heartache IRL.) For now, though, I'm going to go back to making more new CCL icons, because my a/c is once more overloading (temps here today were 105℉/40.5℃) so I had to turn it off to let it defrost, and hence doing any more packing activity isn't a great idea...and curse with every fragment of my being the kind of people who view pets as simply disposable items. Current Mood: chock fulla angst Current Music: Beyonce - Sweet Dreams

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June 27th, 2009

05:14 pm A great article that pointed out some of the reasons why Twitter is so much fun...though for me, it's not about the celebrity tweetery but rather the fact that the new friends I've made there don't know me through fandom, RL, or anywhere else, so the connections we've established are purely based on our interaction there (as well as comments at their Blogger accounts--yes, I've finally gotten one, but I've merely linked it back to this one, cos it's not like I've got enough time to start a secondary blog, after all). I still don't follow back a lot of the strangers who inexplicably choose to follow me, however, and still am blocking anyone who's obviously just trawling for potential customers; though I decided to follow back one person whose tweets seemed pretty funny on initial examination, I'm starting to think that I may not follow her much longer, due to the fact that she said something about Saturday AM tweets "reeking of mediocrity" (Christ, and I thought *I* had entitlement issues?), then followed that up with a self-congratulatory comment about how, "my last four posts were actually sincere--YAY ME!" Uhm, I don't think I see the point of posting anything that isn't sincere, actually...?! On top of that, she then said something about wanting to hit up MJ's doctor for Dilaudids, and okay, maybe I'm unduly sensitive to the mocking of addiction issues (I mean, mine are fair game, of course, but anyone else's? Ooh, not so much), but I just didn't find that remotely funny, as I kinda doubt such a comment would be made by someone who's actually gone without food in order to buy dope, and I long to refer her to this little concept known as, "basic empathy." Again, though I may just be all nerve endings on that kinda stuph, and lawd knows I was significantly empathy-impaired in my youth as well. One of those capacities one develops over time and painful experience, I'm guessing, not to mention the discovery that a caustic exterior constitutes no real form of protection against the world and its hurts. But to end this on a less angsty note, my niece Shannon just passed this along to me at Twitter, and she's right, it's really the comments that make it sporfle-worthy! :D Current Mood: thinky Current Music: ABBA - Under Attack

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June 26th, 2009

07:18 pm - "The Word is the law, and the law is the Word..." (Or, it's Grease. I get those two confused all the time.) Current Mood: amused Current Music: ABBA - So Long

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June 25th, 2009

03:48 pm I just got back from the store and have already managed to overcook my sundried-tomato focaccia pizza. Basic Culinary Fail! Though before that, when I was waiting for the bus, once again a guy pulled up, asked where I was going and if he could give me a ride; he was in a black convertible--gee, midlife crisis much?--and at this point I'm wondering if I just need to get a sign to put on my back: "Blonde, Yes; Sub-Zero IQ, Not So Much." *rolls eyes* But aw, Ron just came over to see if he could still pay for getting MOT fixed (btw, he doesn't like calling him, "Oreo" either, yay!) and it turns out that though we've pretty much got shared custody of the little fella at this point, because Skinny Boy actually fights with his cat, I'm in line to become the full-time mom shortly, from the looks of it. (LOL, props to mis chiquitas there, cos he's never tried anything of the kind with them. Not sure if this is them working their feminine wiles on his poor litole unfixed self or if he's just a bit more gentlemanly with the ladies, but I remain amused at them definitely having made him their bitch in that capacity, anyway.) Y'all will no doubt be hella amused to know that in keeping with Ron's now-apparent tradition of completely busting me--vis à vis his previous observation that my entire face lit up when I was talking about, erm, a certain person (you know, the one who I do not in fact know IRL?)--while we were talking, my screensaver kicked in (which, erm, consists of stuph from the, "Big Davey Likey" folder on my desktop) and he asked, "So, is that that actor you like so much?" OMG, I AM 12 YEARS OLD. PLEASE, SOMEBODY STOP ME!! D= Current Mood: hella embarrassed Current Music: ABBA - Ring Ring

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June 23rd, 2009

09:12 am - Oh, Andy Merrill, what a delightfully aberrant genius you remain. Nothing like waking up and realizing this is the song that's playing in your head. (I've done a link instead of embedding it here because I love the description at that page as much as the muzik/video itself...despite the fact that my favorite Brak song now and forever will always be, "I'm A Sock That's Dirty." When will someone upload that to YouTube, already?!) Back to bedtiems nao. Sometime it's be really, really neat to actually sleep for longer than three hours at a time. :/ Current Mood: groggily amused Current Music: See cited.

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June 22nd, 2009

07:43 pm - Sometimes it doesn't take much for me to remember what's really important... ...but sometimes it takes a senseless murder that has since galvanized the world. This is one of those times. Because of all the #neda hashtags on Twitter, I decided to investigate; since I don't have tv anymore, I haven't been as dialed into the news as I usually am--apart from reading the NY Times every morning--and after I read her Wikipedia entry tears came to my eyes, not just at her appalling, horrific death but also cos of the visceral reminder of how the attacks in Mumbai last November brought home the definite downside to having people I love all over the world (even though yes, I know perfectly well y'all could get hit by a bus tomorrow, regardless of your location); all of you are just so fucking far away that I can't keep an eye on you, and try to keep you safe from all harm. (Though admittedly it would rapidly become creepy, stalker-like and downright inappropriate if I attempted to do so anyway.) And then I read about the DC train accident and considering that I had just finished talking to hungryhippo11 on her own train commute into work, I was pretty much ready to collapse into floods of tears from the same feelings of helplessness at not being able to protect the people who are the most important to me...were it not for Sophie making me laugh at the way she had pushed one of my new-but-ouchy sandals to the other side of the kitchen in her fervent attempts to get Kitteh Smell on them. (Once again, kitties make everything better.) Still, seeing the outpouring of grief and fury over Neda's death (as exemplified by this site), and the way in which Twitter has become increasingly influential in disseminating information that the government in Iran has sought to repress, this only validates my belief in the essential goodness of people the same way that 9/11 did, in terms of the fact that when fucked-up shit happens, the overwhelming response is to band together and fight the assholes who think they can get away with this crap. Nevertheless, as I said to my lovely friend Zuhamy in London@Twitter, you guys be careful out there, k? Current Mood: sad Current Music: Fito Paez - Tus Regalos Deberían De Llegar

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June 21st, 2009

03:19 pm Because the doctor found some "anomalies" in Mr. Lefty this week, I had a mammogram on Friday, and let me just say that I honestly thought that my boobs couldn't look any bigger than they already are, but once they've been squozed flat and stretched...YIKES. (Though at least the nurse laughed at my citation of Cathy Ladman's immortal routine about, "So they put my boob into this medieval torture device...AND THEN THEY TOOK IT INTO THE OTHER ROOM!") In other news--though as some of you already know--Dad has asked me to put off the move for a month. Considering that I still have oodles of stuph to sort through and get rid of, I'm okay with this, though because Mom's been in the hospital again and Dad's having some health issues of his own, I still think the sooner I get up to AmCo the better. And in the latest installment of How Much My Mormon Brother Completely Sucks, I'm sure it didn't even occur to him to volunteer to bring Mom home from the hospital in Sacramento today--despite how that's where he actually lives (instead of being 50+ miles away like the rest of us), and how this would have saved everyone a lot of time and worry--and why, do you ask? Because this would have entailed him missing, "church." Nice fucking priorities, buddy. But because kitten pix make everything better...I dare you to take one look at DJ and not fall in love. And to continue on the CCL theme, yesterday I was dying for a nap, but MOT decided to park himself on my chest and fall asleep, which meant that I spent an inordinate amount of time trying to peer around his gigantic head at the tv; I'm completely unable to sleep on my back, but concluded that Skinny Boy deciding I was trustworthy enough to get his snooze on atop me had its own benefits. :) Current Mood: carpal tunnel-y Current Music: Colin Moulding - Too Many Cooks in the Kitchen

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June 20th, 2009

10:52 am This week I finally saw Borat for the first time, but as I told hungryhippo11 afterwards, apart from finding the nude-wrestling scene pretty frickin' hilarious, I really can't hang with taking the piss out of people without them being in on the joke, particularly when their only crime is being polite and accommodating. (I even felt bad for the Pentecostals, and y'all know how much I usually loathe me some Fundies, yo.) That being said, my habitual tendency to over-empathize evidently has its limits, because how hard I just laughed at the latest gem from Awkward Family Photos. Many thanks to mrdavidj at Twitter for once again passing along Teh Priceless Funneh. Current Mood: groggily wakeful Current Music: Fito Paez - Dar Es Dar

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June 17th, 2009

11:13 am Okay, if you no likey da Who-type spoilers, please do not click on da linky goodness ici, but I am nonetheless compelled to cite it here because of what immense fangirly gboingies it has provoked within me. (As already noted at SMAS, it seems certain gentlemen prefer blondes all of a sudden. Hoohlordy, but he ain't the only one.) *fans self* ETA: Do NOT read the comments herein if thou art of a spoilerphobic persuasion. Just a little heads-up there, mah babies. On far more pedestrian--i.e. personal--levels, I owe an immense debt of gratitude to ravenskyewalker because of her previous referral to the DMV website, where I've been taking all the sample tests and amazingly have only missed one or two in each of them (though given how long I've been driving, one would hope I'd be up to scratch there). I now am about to undertake the real thing in a few hours, though of course having mentioned that, I'm overwhelmed by the fatalistic sense that I've totally screwed the pooch there, karmically speaking. Because yes, in fact, I am that monumentally superstitious on occasion. Still, the last time I took the written test, I missed four (and you're only sposed to be allowed three), but the DMV guy let me pass anyway--which I partly ascribed to my judicious application of lipgloss beforehand. Whatever works, mes amis...whatever works. Though because I dunno if they're going to have me retake my photo again or not, I now feel compelled to futz with my hair pretty much 'til it's time to take the bus downtown. I don't think that CA is one of the states that no longer allows you to smile in your driver's license photo, but I'm already filled with dread at the inescapable conviction I'm just going to look beaky and chubby as hell, in any case. :/ Current Mood: vibrating like a tuning fork Current Music: Fito Paez - Chico de la Tapa

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June 14th, 2009

06:45 pm After a spate of cleaning and packing, I am able to report that ohmigawd, I've actually hit floor in my bedroom!! (If y'all had any idea how much shit I've amassed in the way of insane amounts of detritus, you'd have some idea of what a truly astounding development this is.) And I've just discovered a piece of paper with this written on it--I'm not sure from whence it derives (probably a tv show, and for some reason I'm thinking either Reaper or Chuck, though it's been ages since I watched either show) but it cracked me up enough that I wanted to pass it along: "You just made a big withdrawal from the First Bank of Lies." HEE!! :D Current Mood: jubilational, yo Current Music: Jimmy Somerville - Disenchanted

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June 12th, 2009

11:14 am I solemnly promise to actually respond to everyone's comments soon. For now, however, I can only express my fervent wish that someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets. Some aspects of fandom well and truly suck ass, and not in a fun way, either. Current Mood: lousy Current Music: Bronski Beat - Tell Me Why

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June 10th, 2009

07:03 pm - Cos once again...IT'S ALL ABOUT ME, DAMMIT. *rolls eyes at self* Because my need for new sandals is rapidly approaching crisis levels--as my ancient Reeboks are literally beginning to break apart at the seams (not surprising, consider that they pre-date several members of the flist!)--yesterday I went over to Gottschalks again to see what their closeout selection might have to offer...which wasn't much at this point, unfortunately. As I've already bitched to hungryhippo11, though, why is it that shoe manufacturers seem unable to come up with styles that are both functional and aesthetically pleasing? They all are either comfy but ugly as sin, or gorgeous but completely impossible to walk more than a few steps in. (It's too easy to make a parallel between this and the type of men I tend to be attracted to, so we'll give that a miss this time out.) As I walked back to the bus stop afterwards, however, I found myself wishing I could just find an exact replica of my former simple-yet-elegant Italian leather sandals that were unable to be resuscitated by several different cobblers, and was immediately struck by what a tidy metaphor that is for myself; how in so many ways, I still remain too enmeshed in the past, petulantly wanting to revert back to the lithe, pain-free body I had from before I got sick, instead of the flabby, middle-aged form that has replaced it. Yet even once I get up to Mom and Dad's and can get some form of exercise program established--I'm seriously contemplating starting a dog-walking service, though in this economy I'm not sure how successful such an endeavor could be--I know that even sans the remainder of this much-hated methadone weight, I'm still going to be ouchy and covered in scars for the rest of my life, no matter what...and I realized that sooner or later, I've gotta make my peace with the lot that fate, random circumstance and my own poor choices have cursed me with, because these items comprise as much a part of who I am as being funny and having wonderful friends, after all. To continue railing against of the existence of these things is only to deny who I am on a fundamental level, after all. :/ On a lighter note, when I was waiting for the bus afterwards, a bunch of kids on bikes rode by, and one of them yelled, "Grandma, is that you?" then quickly apologized, which made me laugh hysterically and long to ask if he was either profoundly nearsighted or if his grandmother is of a distinctly MILF-ish ilk; erm, I am many things, but I don't think I could ever be mistaken for anyone's grandma, exactly...LOL!! Then this afternoon, a group of boys of a similar age walked by when I was waiting for the light to change, and one of them gave me such a long, appraising look of unmistakable approval I would have blushed if I had the capacity to do so; shit, this kid was maybe all of fourteen, but the unmistakable subtext in his glance bespoke the sensibility of someone considerably older, yikes! Even more funnily still, the exact same thing happened a few minutes later, only this time with an old guy in a convertible (I'd guess he was in his sixties, and given my tendency to affectionately use the term, "old" to describe the 65-year-old nearest and dearest to my heart, I'm gonna run with that term here). In any case, it did this gal's notoriously variable self-esteem a world of good to get such similar reactions from two such opposite ends of the masculine spectrum, age-wise. While my inner angry feminazi will never resolve her issues with this insane addiction to male validation, at this stage I can pretty much tell her to shut the fuck up cos she's just a bitter old hag who clearly needs to get laid anyway. ;) And lastly...on the bus coming home just now there was this short, chubby young woman wearing a much-too-tight grey t-shirt and red flouncy skirt, but for some reason it was the faux red rose she had coquettishly tucked behind one ear that absolutely broke my heart, and made me long to give her a gigantic hug. (I settled for saying how much I liked her skirt, which made her smile big and thank me...awww.) Now, to pack. AND STOP MAKING ICONS AND WRITING PR0N INSTEAD, DAMMIT. Current Mood: contemplative Current Music: The Communards - Don't Leave Me This Way

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June 7th, 2009

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03:01 pm Okay, I've thrown away three trash bags worth of personal detritus today, so as far as I'm concerned, that constitutes some packing-oriented activity and though I wanna get back to making some banners to cheer up our Miss Che, this means I can now rationalize taking some time out to do the meme that bewarethespork gave me absolutely ages ago here. (Cos I ain't doin' the one about my current desktop picture, cos y'all will laugh at me. Hell, I'm laughing at myself...as is hungryhippo11, cos she alone knows precisely what it is.) ( Das memey-timey-wimey stuph under da cut. ) Current Mood: headachy Current Music: Jimi Somerville - Comment Te Dire Adieu

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June 5th, 2009

06:10 pm I've managed to completely avoid packing, although I've done a great deal of it on a purely theoretical level. Basic follow-through fail there. Though at least last night I finally met Ron, MOT's other Person (damn, but I had a helluva time remembering to call him, "Oreo" instead), and now plan to embark on a spirited if low-key effort to get him on board with adopting the little feller full-time. I researched local low-cost spay & neuter clinics afterward and it turns out the place where Sophie got fixed will summarily deprive MOT of his manhood for only $40 (though I'd really like to get him his shots and some basic vet care as well, those ambitions may have to be tabled for the time being). And speaking of Crazy Cat Lady-ism, those of you who are fans of Kill Kill and Byron (and there's something terribly wrong with y'all if you aren't) should most definitely mosey along over to Bill's page to check out DJ, the adorable newest addition to the brood. Because no matter what ails ya, kitten piccies make it all better. FOR SRS. Current Mood: angst-o-rama central Current Music: Depeche Mode - I Feel You

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June 2nd, 2009

07:58 pm - Personal Picspam Part 2: Further mining my past for comedy gold. Since I just posted these at Facebook, I'll do my usual pedantic-completism schtick here too, especially since I promised to give y'all a peek at exactly how nerdariffic I was back in the first full throes of my crush on Sammy. ( As I said@FB, look on my former geekery, ye Mighty, and sporfle! ) Current Mood: still geeky, oh yes indeedy Current Music: Burning Sensations - Belly of the Whale (theme song to C. Moore's Fluke?)

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