foxtrot, tango, whisky, etc.

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I pulled a tragic, toe-scufflingly remorseful resignation at work this week. NAMELY BECAUSE I'M LEAVING IN 15 DAYS, 11 HOURS, YESSSSSSSSSSS. But on one level, I guess I could say it's kind of sad: I'm kind of getting used to spending 15 hours/week scanning archival documents from Halifax's House of Assembly in the 1810s, and listening to much of the following:

a) This American Life, aka Ira Glass' adorable lisp (sometimes he doles out relationship advice!);

b) CBC Radio 3, podcasts or just plain radio or sometimes just a random fishing of New Music Canada's billions of sexy Cdn artist pages;

c) podfic (even though I have to skip through the sex because dudes! I AM AT WORK!);

d) the New Yorker's terribly fucking hip Fiction Podcast that makes me want to simultaneously forget about writing real fiction ever and also delete my lj entirely because I am just that ambivalent;

e) my own excellent taste in music, which you should all definitely friend on last.fm so that I can be further shamed out of listening to Placebo ever again;

and;

f) the occasional mortgage advice podcast, because I am obviously living in a fantasy world where crippling student debt doesn't exist and me and my future pound dog will live in idyllic bliss in my fantasy 2-bed, 2-bath, fenced-yard character home within walking distance of the LRT, the Central Library and probably the homeless shelter, too, by virtue of geographic reality.

However, I have two weeks of full-time work left to fill with distractatory talkin and/or tunez, so if anyone has any recs for favourite radio stations, podcasts, music sources, AND YES, THE BEST PODFIC, do tell.

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I AM VERY GOOD AT JUDGING PEOPLE. I require 80% CanCon, at least 30% bands I've never heard of, mandatory Final Fantasy inclusion and you're disqualified if you have an overabundance of male singer-songwriters, like, over a 3:1 ratio, because I hatessss them that much, with a few notable exceptions like Chad VanGaalen and dudes with names one-word monikers like Caribou, Destroyer or I guess Hayden. Hayden gets a free pass, but he better watch it.

I CAN MAKE THIS INTO AN EXCEL SPREADSHEET IF YOU LIKE.

What I'm trying to say here is: add me anyway, h0r! Don't make me stalk you down!

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I will give you plenty of amunition, let me tell you. The extent of my canadian music leanings is Theory of a Deadman (and more hideously NICKELBACK. Their new album is great for listening in the car when I'm driving in Toronto because the lyrics ENRAGE MY SOUL and I feel better about GUNNING my engine to beat little old lady drivers that cruise at top speed of 75km/h on the 401. Seriously, I feel like Nickelback is Canada's version of Rap singers in the US: misogynistic spew that makes your vagina pitch a OUT OF BUSINESS sign up.)


That and the occasional Celine Dion power ballad. Did I tell you about the time I left my office at grad school (to go watch a movie down the street) and my officemate (a guy) fucked around with my itunes and left a Celine Dion song playing for like... two fucking hours. And it scrobbed it over and over and over so she was in my top 10 artists FOREVER. I was SO NOT AMUSED when I came back. DEVIL!

Whatever. We all know you are more musically hip than I am.

OH OH, AND I REREAD THAT JO/DEAN you sent me way back in that card and I LOVE. I felt I needed to reiterate that. God, it's amazing. I am still desperately holding on to the idea that you will write more of that verse sometime soon.

UGH, THAT JUST REMINDED ME THAT I HAVEN'T STUCK YOUR DAMN CARD IN THE MAIL. TOMORROW IT WILL BE DONE.

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I LOVE THAT YOU USE THE NICKELBACK HATE TO FURTHER YOUR RAGE. BUT IT'S DELIBERATE. YOU'RE DELIBERATELY ENRAGING YOURSELF WITH CHAD'S JESUS HAIR. WHAT THE EFFFFFFFF.

Also, I'm totes saddened that Celine is not still up there. D:

And to be fair: you and your Clint Mansell? I just re-ripped that to my laptop this summer! Low compatibility no more!


ADSFKJADFLAKDJFAKDFJADKFJADSKFJADSFKJDSFSDAF. JO/DEAN.

D: D: D: D: D:D D: D::D :DF:D:D:D:DFAKDLfld.

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I AM. I used it today when I was driving in rushhour traffic.

you need music that revs your shit up when you're fighting with 23049823 drivers that drive either like they're in the formula 500 or racing a turtle.

I loves me some Clint Mansell. Such creepy fucking music. LOVE IT! Ahah, shit, I'm going to have to listen to some Caribou or Final Fantasy to pump up my compatibility with you, aren't I?

JO/DEAN, MAN. JO. DEAN. JODEAN. PLEASE. Someone asked me what verse I would want to write in that question thingy and it was THAT ONE. It's so dark and angsty and WONDERFUL. It fills my heart with dark joy. Mmmm. Yes.