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Am periodically clicking reload to check election results. What better way to fill in the between reload gaps than a little meme-age? Gakked from sanj, etc.

ETA: Instructions are basically to set your shukebox/ipod/etc. on random, and see what they deal you.]



[transcriptions of lyrics are approx.]

Opening credits: "Gone So Long" by Professor Longhair. Jazzy, piano heavy tune with a touch of “summer road trip/romance/dirty dancing/o brother where art thou” flavor. Joyous at its heart.

Waking up: "CFP: Corn" by Sifl and Olly. Nightmare. Corn apparently turns me on. “This is cornography.” I am crazily reliving the PT job I had ~1998 busting blatant porn and warez for a certain web company. Never saw the chicken video[pics?] that made everyone else squawk, but did see a pic involving corn on the cob being inserted in unsavory places.

Falling in love: "Worthy" by Ani DiFranco. “I’m not worthy of you; you’re not worthy of me.” Over and over. Well, not a very auspicious beginning there. Downright defeatist.

Fight scene: "One Way Or Another" by Blondie. I am a stalker. Very tenacious and persistent. It is understandable that this might cause difficulty to erupt in a relationship, but I think I have our best interests at heart.

Breaking up: "Lonyaka" by Ladysmith Black Mambazo. My love sounds very pretty, and perhaps slightly mournful (in a hopeful kind of way), but I cannot understand a gorram thing he [and his back-up chorus] are singing. We are speaking different languages. The break-up is inevitable.

Getting back together: "Further To Fly" by Paul Simon. “Maybe you will find a love that finds you accidentally…” [approx.] My love has learned to speak my language (or I his), and sounds again mournful yet hopeful. But at least I can understand him better now. This might work out. But there’s a sense of melancholy and potential loss we must work out, and we realize it might not work out over the course of our journey together.

Secret love: "Death Letter" by Cassandra Wilson. “Got a letter this morning; every man you love is dead.” Oh seriously, this does not bode well. I guess I will have to indulge my girlcrush on Isabella Rosellini.

Life's okay: "Calling You" by Jevetta Steele. Continuing the melancholy yet hopeful trend, I wind up managing a desolate café/motel/truck stop in the desert. A German tourist lady, with her own romance troubles (and some with immigration), arrives out of the blue and spruces things up, drawing us out of our shells, and drumming up business. We put on a magic show that brings the truckers, and my estranged husband, out of the woodwork. (http://imdb.com/title/tt0095801/)

Mental breakdown: Grand Theft Auto 3: CommercialMaibazuMonstrosityMom
I become a SUV-driving, suburban housewife who eyes the pool boy and buys stuff compulsively. OMGWTF? Please tell me this is a dream. Or throw me some Mother’s Little Helper.

Driving: "Floating Bridge" by MC Frontalot. “I’ve seen this tumble like crumbs from Cookie’s lips/aqueducts no longer seem to irrigate worth spit.” For taking a hike to Honolulu in your auto, you want a bridge that’ll get you there. The float bridge is the clear winner. Clear up the Styrofoam peanuts you’ve been packing, my friends.

Flashback: "Marching Pink Elephants" by Carl Stalling. I am on the prowl, then there’s parade music. Where’s that wascally wabbit?

Partying: "What A Little Moonlight Can Do" by Billie Holiday. “Ooh, what a little moonlight can do.” We’re jazzy and bold again, and my love is back in action [zombified? I thought he was dead. Well, he looks good by moonlight anyway].

Happy dance: "Sifl And Olly Show Theme" by Sifl and Olly. Rock! My dance is dance-tastic, but too short.

Regretting: "River" by Enya. Instrumental, only slightly moody. Am I regretting that my dance was short?

Long night alone: "Lie Still, Little Bottle" by They Might Be Giants. I’ve turned to drugs again. “Black coffee’s not enough for me; I need a better friend.” Gotta try the little pill to get through the night. Or maybe it’s just 11pm so I should take my Sprintec.

Death scene: "Chester: Pet Peeves" by Sifl and Olly. I am delusional, unable to answer simple questions. My least favorite emotion: “itchy.”

End credits: "Anticipate" by Ani DiFranco. “You may not think I understand, but I do…Get a firm grip girl, before you let go.” My mind may be wandering, but my resolve is unwavering. I go out bravely into that dark night.

May the best peeps win. Or at least the ok peeps, given this election.
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