Daydream in the tub with Ramen

Dreaming can be dangerous.

Last night while I was slurping Raman (the noodles, not the

guy, you sick pervs) in my bubble bath, reading "The Greatest Love Stories of WWII", I was daydreaming. I've been considering changing careers. The consulting business is getting to be too much of the same for me. And in these hard times, I see my services go to larger and larger companies and the more uncomfortable I get. And I know that my paycheck has come from bailout money once or twice and I'm not totally okay with that.

So there I was, in the tub, considering what I could do.

Pixie's List of Alternative jobs:
Travel Writer

I don't think they know either

Small time Editor
Researcher
World War II "reenactor"
Ghost
Rubber ducky tester
Hammock Crocheter

Ok, so I'm joking with some of those. But how does one start a new career at my age and still pay the bills?

I'm asking you little duckies...

No Luck(y)

So at the last minute, my dog was taken away.

Lane was going to bring him over yesterday. I had his bed, litter box, food and toys are ready for him. And then she called.

"I can't do it. I feel awful." Blah blah blah.

My mother filled me in on Lucky's story and how Lane got him. She had a little girl puppy months ago. She was named Lucy. Lane picked her out and she waited until Lucy was old enough and then the great day came when Lucy came home. On the fifth day Lane got up, went to Lucy's crate to take her out for a walk to find that poor beautiful little Lucy had died during the night. Lane called her mother screaming and crying. What does one do in that situation? Me? I would scream and cry and call my mom too. So she buried the tiny puppy in the backyard, marked the grave with a beautiful stone and made an angry phone call to the breeder.

Long story short, a new baby boy came to Lane. She decided to name him Lucky. And even though she is too busy and feels like she doesn't give him enough attention, she can't let him go.

I do feel for her, I really do... I hope that she can find more time for him and make him happy.

And if so, I'm happy too.

Until our day, Little Harry will have to be just a daydream, a happy memory yet to be. See you then little guy.

My parents dog Buddy will be happy to hang out at my house in the mean time.

Sleeve Facing

I love this.

It's hilarious and fun and I just learned about it a few days ago.

Sleeve facing is when you take an album cover and match it to your own dimension then snap a photo. It's ridiculous and amazing and I love it. Most of them are pretty damn good too. They put some effort into getting the props and clothing right. Gotta love the dedicated geek.

I love it when the internets comes up with something funny, innocent and totally harmless. It's a rarity. Usually it's someone getting hurt, being humiliated or some kind of sick humor. (Don't get me wrong, I love that stuff too...)

So I leave you with some of my favorite for you to enjoy. For more strangeness, check out sleeveface.com which is the hub for all who love this full contact sport.

The Antikythera Mechanism

Strange shit.

THIS is The Antikythera Mechanism.

Well, part of it.

Someone found this thing on a ancient Roman merchant ship that wrecked off the coast of Greece in 1900. Can you imagine? Capt. Ahab pulls up a giant piece of metal off the oceans floor and see this? Nuts.

They call it the ''Mechanism'' because no one knows what the hell it is. It's some kind of geared device with 30 parts that moved at some point. I know what you're thinking... it's a big clock. Whoop-de-doo! Except it's from around 100BC which predates clocks by about a millennium. Just to give you an idea of what life was like in that time period, this is when Julius Caesar was a little baby, the Mayans were in full swing in Guatemala and when Spartacus enjoyed his heyday.

Zodiac symbols are found on the mechanism so the common belief is that it was used in astrology there is still much to understand about this amazing discovery.

The pieces and parts are currently part of the National Archeology Museum in Athens.

Go here for more about this oddity.
http://www.antikythera-mechanism.gr/

The Greatest Frontman of All Time

Ok, enough of this personal drama shit.
Thanks for putting up with it. Back to the good stuff.

I'm going to get tons of shit for this...

Whenever someone makes a bold, absolute statement, you going to get people disagreeing with you. And by disagree, I mean fire bombing your car.

But I am going to do it. I declare, in front of my cat and all you fine people, that Freddy Mercury is the greatest frontman of all time!

Bon Scott? One trick pony.
David Lee Roth? Don't make me laugh. No wait, I'm already laughing.
Mick Jagger? Sorry skeleton boy, no can do.
Jim Morrison? He was hot and brilliant but fucking crazy. (and stinky)

No, I'm talking Freddie Freakin' Mercury. He was electric, charismatic. He wasn't all that pretty

but his presence on stage made you think he was a god. This man was an openly gay man fronting a band named Queen, preforming in lycra spandex and leather and still rednecks from Podunk county in rural Wisconsin loved them. That's power. He had a flare for the dramatic and it showed in his stage shows.

His voice was so unique and stong he could pull off lines like "Gunpowder, Gelatine/Dynamite with a laser beam /Guaranteed to blow your mind" and "I am a satellite Im out of control/ I am a sex machine ready to reload/ Like an atom bomb about to/ Oh oh oh oh oh explode"

He sang about a superhero named Flash, a classy whore, a battle between good and evil, the game of love and big ass women. Diverse, strange and always stiring.

Their sound is pulled from so many places, from glam rock, do wop, progressive, psychodelic and on and on. They could do anything they wanted, play any style, whatever sounded good and people loved it, ate it up. I mean, Bowie looked up to for crying out loud!

He play Live Aid at Wembley in front of over 70,000 people and his 20 minute performance was

voted "Greatest Live Gig of All Time". TWENTY minutes. By '06 the Greatest Hits albums was the number one selling album in Britin. In 2001 they were inducted into the Hall of Fame, two years later in the Songwriter's Hall of Fame(the one and only band ever to be enter into it, rather than just an individual), numerous Guinness Book World Records, Grammy Hall of Fame, and it just keeps going.

Farrokh Bulsara was born Sept. 5 1946 in Tanzania and went to school near Bombay wh

ere he discovered his love of music. The band as we know it formed 1970. Their first big hit was 'Killer Queen' in 1974. Freddie's life was full of ups and downs. The media hounded him about his sexual orientation and health. He had a steady girlfriend Mary Austin who he called his only true friend, but also had a long term relationship with hairdresser Jim Hutton who was with him when he died. There were constant rumors he had AIDS and was on death's door, to which he always replied were false.

You have to remember this was the late 80's/early 90's. People still weren't educated about HIV/AIDS. They thought is was a 'gay disease', that you could get it just by being near someone who had it. The sad truth was that Freddie did have AIDS; he was diagnosed in 1987. By 1991, it was obvious something was very wrong. The already svelte Mercury was even thinner, pale and wasn't seen in public very often.

The last song he recorded was "These Are The Days Of Our Lives". The video for the single was shot on May 30th, 1991. They chose to film in black and white to hide Freddie overall weakened look.

Freddie died on November 24, 1991 at the age of 45, 24 hours after releasing his statement to the public that he was indeed sick. He was the first major rock star to die of the disease.

Tribute statue in Switzerland

There are tributes every year to Freddie. At home in his native Tanzania (where some officals have problems paying tribute to a gay man), in Switzerland (where he recorded much of his music) to his adopted homeland England to his massive fan base in America.

Personally, I love this man. My brother and I would drive our parents crazy listening to the same Greatest Hits tape over and over again. We knew all the words by the time we were in kindergarden. My dad would make us laugh by goofing around to "Fat Bottom Girls". And when Freddie died, I didn't really understand what was going on, just that he was on the news a lot and they played his music videos much more on MTV, which I liked. I miss him. I wish he were still with us.

Can you just imagine the amazing music we might have today if he were?