Rest In Peace

So long to the ever incredible legend, Johnny Cash.

May your influence never be forgotten.

And the one that upset me the worst...

John Ritter

This one hurts. I grew up watching him.

The young actors today could only hope to be as funny as you.

*shrieking fool*

*runs around screaming*

He got the role! He got the role!

Christian Bale cast as Batman

Does anyone want to know how happy I am right now? Chris, how long ago was it that the dicussion about Batman was going on? A year or so? Yeesh.

Oohhh, Fun!

Friday Five

1. Is the name you have now the same name that's on your birth certificate? If not, what's changed?

Same name. Heather Deanna D. Although my grandfather likes to call me Heather Lynn for some reason.

2. If you could change your name (first, middle and/or last), what would it be?

I've grown to really like Heather, even with it's bimbo qualities, and I'm quite happy with my last name, but my middle name...Just the fact that I have two initials that are the same, I'd like to change my middle name. Maybe to something like...I don't have a clue. All of the names I like aren't me.

3. Why were you named what you were? (Is there a story behind it? Who specifically was responsible for naming you?)

Well, I'm not sure why they chose Heather, I'm just glad they did. I was almost saddled with either Heidi (all together now...) or Holly (I went to school with 3 other girls my age named Holly). I'm extremely glad they chose Heather.

If I'd been a boy, it would have been Christopher Scott. Christopher after my dad, and Scott just because (although it was also my grandmother's maiden name).

I have no clue who named me. From what I know they collaborated on my name (my parents).

4. Are there any names you really hate or love? What are they and why?

Cecil and Grover are on the hated list. You may ask why. Well, they are each of my grandfathers' middle names, and the joke was that one of us youngun's needed to be named after them, and that Cecil Grover was the perfect combination.

Evil. (Although I do have a certain urge to name a dog Cecil and a bird Grover.)

I love the names Isabel, Maria, Nicholas, Clark (shut up), Alexandra, and I have a list of foreign names that I love too.

I'm a sucker for foreign names. The first little girl I have is going to be Isabel Maria. That's the only name I insist on.

5. Is the analysis of your name at kabalarians.com accurate? How or how isn't it?

( Analysis )

I think I'm very, very afraid of that analysis. It's scarily accurate. Although it didn't address the fact of my stubbornness, which affects my lack of ambition. Sometimes I get stubborn about something and do it because others think I won't.

Hence the law enforcement thing.

The Mac is back!

The carpal tunnel is finally behaving in such a way today that I can actually type without pain. So in return, I bestow upon you all...

My review of Fleetwood Mac.

Tickets! Tickets! Who wants the tickets!

So you may ask how I came to go to Fleetwood Mac since I don't know their songs very well (aside from the 80s stuff), have no clue who anyone is beyond Stevie Nicks, and had no urge to spend my extra cash on someone that won't give me sex.

Well, one of the perks of advertising is that people will do anything for your advertising dollars. Including magically producing tickets to a concert where floor seats run at $100 a pop.

Folks, I don't pay $100 for Martina McBride, and I *love* her.

I was offered a free ticket on Wednesday around 2:00. For a concert on Wednesday night. *snerk* Hey, chance to see some legends, hang out with people, why not?

They had been trying to give away the ticket for a week. Everyone R. knew was going (9th row seats - rabid FM fans). Other coworkers had already shelled out money for seats (19th row). So we went free.

A Lesson In Weird Luck And The Slut Pursuit

One of R.'s friends who is manic about FM decided, since she doesn't work, to go by the coliseum the day of the concert and just "hang out". What she hoped to accomplish, we don't know, but boy did she accomplish things. She's a nice looking woman. 35 or so. Wore very frumpy clothes though.

Met Chris Nicks (Stevie's brother). Hung out with Chris Nicks. Took a tour of the tour bus with Chris Nicks. Made out with Chris Nicks. Got backstage passes from Chris Nicks.

Keep in mind this is Stevie's OLDER brother. And apparently, skanky older brother at that.

Who then spent the night with R.'s friend.

Yep. Ewwwww!

Although it did lead to an interesting question: Is there anyone that you would love to meet so much that you would make out with absolutely anyone if it got you backstage?

(Consequently, they hung out backstage for an hour and Stevie and Co. never came by. They split immediately.)

The Concert or How To Go Deaf In Five Minutes

You know it's a bad sign when the music is so loud, no one can hear Stevie Nicks.

It got better. After we got deafer that is. Some of the songs I knew. Some I didn't. Sadly, we had to sit behind three chippies that only had FM's latest album. They didn't know ANY of the old stuff. Hell, I even knew the name of Rhiannon. Yeesh.

Some stuff I liked. Some I didn't. Lindsey Buckingham gets on my nerves. His "guitar riffs" were nothing more than epileptic fits. True guitar riffs mean hitting more than one note. Not flailing around like you've been electrocuted. Although his monkey immitation was amusing.

Stevie was amazing. Her voice really does make any song special.

But I have to say the highlight was Mick Fleetwood. He's some wacked ass shit folks. I've a softness for drummers because of my drumming history (don't get excited, concert band and marching band do not a rocker make), and his facial expressions combined with his lust for drumming just made the night. As did his really cool drumming segment during the encore. He did a lone thing with a back up drummer that was the shit. Although he kept saying things that we couldn't understand. After the concert it was discovered that those weren't actually words.

All in all, an entertaining experience. And I definitely have to buy Tusk now.

ETA: Forgot one interesting fact. Stevie is pretty. Very, very pretty. Ethereal. But she insists on still wearing those hippy dippy Stevie dresses. Which would be tolerable except for one thing.

The orthopedic shoes. *rolls eyes* I'm not kidding. Orthopedic shoes. With the floaty dress.