Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Wednesday WarpedBlogging VIII

Awww… did you think I forgot what today was, kids?

Nope. I didn’t forget. I’ve been holding off posting this all day in the hopes that a certain someone would update their blog. Who was it that kept me from giving you your weekly Wednesday WarpedBlog fix? You’ll have to wait ‘till the end but, believe me, it’s worth it.

Cheney, a pal of Captain Dan’s, filled in for his shoes on August 4th. It was a bad bathroom day for her, it seems. Before August 4th, I had never heard of a ‘water bra’. You learn something new every day.

“What’s up with punk rock today?” Has any other genre ever evoked such debate? You wonder if somewhere on the other side of the world, people are blogging over, “Damn. Angklung has really sold out.”

AngelWings writes a truly well-thought piece on the commercialism of Warped Tour. Having the advantage of seeing Warped from an employee standpoint for few years, she brings that wisdom into her great, great post. Is going to Warped Tour about who you are, or what you do? Interesting question.

Hurricane Joey writes what I think a lot of people feel. In the beginning, Warped Tour was a way to showcase punk bands who, by the nature of the genre, aren’t (weren’t) able to come up with the funds for a national event. Now that punk is mainstream, it kind of necessarily follows that what will be considered punk is mainstream as well.

How do I feel about it all? I could write my opinion… but it’s been said before, and much better as well. I’ll let Tripp of the Unseen speak, because here’s what I believe. And written in a style I could only hope to come close to in a million years.

Now that we’ve waxed philosophic on the nature of punk, let’s get down to the day itself.

Please don’t worry about the author of LimsBlog. They were not hurt, not even by fat crowd surfers. That was just hair dye.

Teejay here has a very detailed review, while freakitiki has some tips for you.

Speaking of tips, that’s what I’ve been waiting for!

This incredibly amazing, detailed, well-written and everything else good you can possibly say about a blogger blog by Mike has broken his WarpedBlogging into three – count ‘em – three separate posts. Warped Tour: The Experience on August 8th, Warped Tour: The Review on August 9th and Warped Tour: The Tips. I’ve been hoping the third and final installment would get online soon, but as of this posting it’s still not there. Hopefully the Tips post will be up by the time you read it. Great blog!

Well, time to run. I’ve got a secret for you. I’m Warped out, really. I’m so backed up on posting reviews it isn’t even funny. God bless those on this tour who bring it to you day after day after day all summer long. Honestly, I don’t know how they do it. Especially considering they’re doing as victim to the elements, while I’m just reporting on it from the comfort of my home office. But I’m anxious to get started on the overhaul of the page and get back to my search engine optimization efforts. After all this time I am still not in the Yahoo index (not the directory, mind you, the index) which is a puzzle even greater than Google SERPS.

Hey, and one last thing -- does anyone know what happened to the Unofficial Warped Tour site? It's been down for a while. Anyone?

Monday, August 08, 2005

Apparently I have started a disturbing trend

I got this from the band A Void over at MySpace:

"hey when we were on warped tour i saw a lot of moms wearing big, pink Warped Tour Mom's that like a big cult or something?! just wondering, cause we saw them all over the country. "

Who are these women, and why are they masquarading as me?

Did you see a big pink Warped Tour Mom shirt there?

Did you buy a big pink Warped Tour Mom shirt there?

It’s actually a good idea though and I may put it on my todo list for Warped Tour 2006. When I re-do the page, I may start up a CaféPress site selling some shirts. Personally I wouldn't do pink at Warped, but if it's selling..... Hey, every little bit helps.

I really wonder where they came from. For some reason "Hot Topic" keeps popping up in my head but I'm not sure. I would think the legalities of actually selling something with the words 'Warped Tour' on them may open up a can of copyright troubles, although as long as it didn't have the actual logo on it, that may be ok. I'll ask my lawyer what he thinks.

Speaking of the page, it’s got to sit for right now. Incredibly busy day which includes taking two dead computers to the shop.

P.S. If you were at Warped Tour and happen to have a picture of one of these imposter Warped Tour Moms, could you drop me a copy at tmdwarped at yahoo dot com? I’d be interested in seeing what these shirts looked like. Thanks.

P.P.S. Due to my much kvetched-about car accident, I was not nor will not be at Warped Tour this year, so I hereby disavow any behavior of these Warped Tour Moms in the big pink shirts. If you saw a Warped Tour Mom in a big pink shirt, it was not me.

Sunday, August 07, 2005

No rest for the wicked

I went away for the weekend.

Have come home to pandemonium.

My step-son's computer needs a new power supply. The video card on my computer I share with the kids is fried. My husband's computer is just plain old dead.

I do tech support for a living.

There goes my plans for a relaxing Sunday night.

I don't even want to ask them what they were doing whilst I was gone. Somehow I think it all has something to do with my reminders to unplug the computers when an electrical storm passes through the area going unheeded.

Men. They never listen.

I'm just glad my work computer here has a BIOS password none of them know. If I came home to this one being dead too, heads would roll.

Oh well. At least I had a good visit with my mom.

Thursday, August 04, 2005

Because I just don't read enough blogs

If it's Thursday, it must be BlogSoldier's surf day. That's how I keep the traffic exchange sites straight. Whilst surfing I found a new one,

They give 50 credits to sign up and offer .5 credits per view.

You can earn 10% of your referrals surfing credits weekly up to an equal amount of your own surfing credits. Neat idea!

Edit: a comment left let me know about another new one: VirtualLoop

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Wednesday WarpedBlogging VII

You know what an Earworm is, right kids? That’s when you get a song stuck in your head that just won’t go away. There is actually a scientific reason for it.

Well, I have most of the WarpedBloggers of this past week to curse, for they gave me a truly painful earworm.


Dust in the Wind.

I would give my left arm to have this song out of my head after wading through all the blog posts in Feedster that mentioned dust.

A few of these people mentioned dust, but they also wrote such interesting and/or amusing stories that I forgive them.

Those who went to the Warped Tour TheFlashingMango attended suffer from the same malady of those who go to Randall’s Island – namely, black boogers. You know, when you hear people talking about blowing black boogers out of their nose for 3 days after Warped Tour, you think they are joking. Until you experience it for yourself.

That Amy Dials. She’s such a dork and a renob. I don’t know what a renob is, but I know she doesn’t mind me calling her one. Speaking of name-calling, I loved the description of those waiting in line over at There Are No Rules

Captain Dan traded in his notepad for the day to apprentice as a sign person. He didn’t do such a bad job of it, but he thinks he’ll keep his day job.

And my favorite WarpedBlogger this week? It’s none other than Beth, a fellow descendant of we, the cursed distant relatives of the Tuatha de Danann* who cannot spend more than 5 minutes in the sun without turning lobster red. Poor Beth endured a bad breakfast, sunburn and heatstroke, but got her waffle cone in the end!

Speaking of favorite WarpedBloggers, my fave Trish from last week is so cool, she went to yet another Warped Tour. Check out her updates at her blog here and look for two – count ‘em – two great parent reviews on my main page from her tomorrow.

This mom over at The Puppy Pile didn’t go to Warped Tour, but she blogs about one of the drawbacks of text messaging with a child who did. Only a 13 year old would text message their mother with “Well I almost like blacked out” Poor mom. You know she almost like had a heart attack when she read that. Thankfully the rest of the day went well.

I don’t have many entries this week. Sorry kids, but it was a busy day. I’ll just leave you with this post and thought. My blog posts tend to ramble on way too long. Sometimes the shortest posts are the best. And as they say, a picture is worth 1,000 words. Proving I can count correctly, Meg sums it all up in 1,003 words for you here.

If I overlooked you this week, it was only because I was so pressed for time. Don’t be shy about contacting me if you’ve got a WarpedBlog others would enjoy. I’d love to highlight you next week’s go ‘round.

Oh! I almost forgot.

I’m going to leave you with one last thing. Because you kids did this to me, I’m going to return the favor. Here you go:

I close my eyes
Only for a moment, then the moment’s gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind
Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind.
Now, don't hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind Dust in the wind

Have fun exterminating that earworm. Mine is still running rampant through my auditory cortex.

*Tuatha de Danann - Cool and funky if not totally historically accurate name for us folks of Irish descent

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

I grabbed

I found another social networking site a la Myspace - It's been around since October of 2004, but as I'm not real big on online communities I just found it now. Not surprisingly, both myspace and grab are owned by Intermix. Where myspace is the DIY engine for indie bands, grab is the same for indie game developers. Very interesting.

Grab is like a cross between MySpace and Pogo. I haven't spent much time there, but the overall memberbase seems to be of a similar age range to MySpace. It's a lot easier to navigate than MySpace, but I got irritated when trying to fill out the profile page. I just did a cut and paste of my myspace profile. I may play around with customizing it some more during my lunch breaks. The interface seems more stable, as I did not once get that "Sorry, an unexpected error has occurred" message that runs rampant through myspace.

They have an "I wanna" feature that is reminiscent of 43 things, but sadly only 7 people wanna go to Warped Tour. They also have tokens that can be traded in for prizes, and some obscure karma points system that lets members rate each other’s actions. I don't think I'll be spending enough time on the site to raise my karma any significant level, but the game aspect looks interesting.

I've started seeing Grab profiles show up when I was googling 'warped tour', so I decided it would be a good idea to get a profile up there too. If anyone has a fledgling website directed at the youth market, it may be a good idea to get a grab profile up with a few of your keywords in it. So many emails I get from parents start with, "My (son or daughter) found your website at MySpace and emailed me a link to your page."

When you run a site like mine, those are great words to see in an email!

Monday, August 01, 2005

Can we go back to that cougar part again?

My husband is a lot of fun to watch TV with.

He really gets into it. After a show is over, and during it as well, he wants to talk about it. And analyze what just happened. And talk, ad nauseum, about the psychological ramifications and motivations of the characters. It drives the kids nuts. “Hello, Daaad”, my stepson will say, “Here’s a news blast for you: It’s a TV show. They are actors. This did not really just happen.” My son and stepdaughter are less subtle. They'll just scream, "Shut uuuuuppppp!!!"

We get series on DVD and watch them, because with my work schedule I’m usually busy when a show is on. He will hit the pause button a minimum of 3 times during any episode to discuss why Leo Glynn really is the best warden that prison could have, being both an African American male and a former corrections officer, or why Adrianna, for all her faults, really was a pure soul at heart and didn’t deserve that although she really should have seen it coming, or argue with me, over and over, why Carmella knew what she was getting into when she married him, or rant and rave over why Kim Bauer is the most useless character ever in a show and there is no way, no f*cking way, that air brained moron would have ever gotten a job like that even if her dad worked there and – OK, you get my point.

I think it’s cute. The kids don’t, but I do.

He never really liked Six Feet Under. One night a few years ago I was late getting back, so he decided to sit down and watch the show so he could tell me what I missed during the opening. He knows I love those death scenes in the beginning. What he didn’t know was that they were re-running the first season that night. Starting with the first episode. I came back about halfway through the show. As I walked in the door he jumped up from the couch and yelled, “The dad died!”

I cracked up. He didn’t know that was the first episode, and he thought that the dad was a major character who’s death was going to cause a major shift in the script. I was laughing so hard I was crying, really. I told that story at work and everyone died laughing.

Sometimes though he talks through the shows while they are actually airing, which does annoy me a bit. Last night even he hit the damn mute button twice to start to argue over Rico’s emotional affair and whether or not Vanessa should still carry this pain or ask who does Claire and her new Republican boyfriend remind me of and I had to hit him. I don’t like to be a violent woman, but he brings me to it sometimes.

Last night, when Nate died I thought he was going to have a stroke. I was really afraid for him. He screamed, “OH MY GOD!” so loud the windows rattled. My stepson laughed so hard at him he was crawling on the floor.

I just kind of sat there stunned. I kind of saw it coming after that whole narm thing, but was hoping that it wouldn’t.

I wished we had TiVO.

I would have liked to have seen that cougar part again.