June 30, 2004

But not in that necrophilia kind of way.

I've been making themed uber-CDs lately for my commute to and from the city. I rip 10 or 11 albums to mp3 and then put the mp3s all onto a CD that my discman can read. I listen to music in themed phases anyway - now I'm gloomy and dire, wait, now I'm cute and dorky, no, now I must have zydeco and nothing else - so a small handful of uber-CDs can contain my musical selections for several months. I dream of having a small CD wallet of expressively-titled CDs that I can easily choose among when I feel the need for some music.

I started with You Know, For Kids. It's the Get Up Kids, Weezer, Death Cab for Cutie, and so on: the music of my dorky years as an indie kid (not that I'm saying those years are over, mind you). Then came Oh My God, The World's Ending. It's the Cure, Depeche Mode, Murder By Death: all things dire and gloomy which, paradoxically, fill me with glee.

I'm attempting now to collect the makings of another CD. The title is a toss-up between Pure Fucking Sex and Dead Sexy (hence the title of this entry). You get the idea. Voices which I have previously stated are welcome to climb in my window at 3 a.m. and ravish me in my bed, as long as they're singing while they do so, are eligible for inclusion on this CD. Dave Gahan doesn't even have to ask for an invitation. Come to think of it, that applies equally to the ravishing and to being included on the CD.

The only problem I'm having is that 90% of what I came up with when I went looking through my collection for specifically sexy music is the same as what I came up with when I went looking for dire and depressive music. That's fine; I can certainly have overlapping CDs. I'm just a little bit concerned about the implications for my mental health if doom and gloom are requirements for being considered sexy. Jacob's trying to help out by lending me CDs from his collection, but Portishead isn't exactly positive either, and Morphine's got its own set of problems.

Guess I'm going with the second title, then.

Posted by dianna at June 30, 2004 04:33 PM

My album is confusing because it's self titled, so feel free to put "Gene Wood" on your list (the ravishing one)

Posted by: gene wood at July 1, 2004 08:37 AM

Gene Wood is positively ravishing.

Posted by: Dianna at July 1, 2004 09:23 AM

gene wood is positively itching to ravish you.

Posted by: michele at July 1, 2004 09:31 AM

Or take pictures of me ravishing Kristen.


Posted by: Dianna at July 1, 2004 09:41 AM

out, out, damn spot!

Posted by: michele at July 1, 2004 09:52 AM


Posted by: Dianna at July 1, 2004 11:29 AM


no. lady macbeth. but here "spot" equals icky mental images which you have given me again.

Posted by: michele at July 1, 2004 11:35 AM

Michele, animals (Spot or otherwise) reminds me of this.

My roommate Katie said the other day that the shy under-the-bed cat sounded very nice. The only reason she's not volunteering to adopt shy cat is that shy cat is not presently in danger of being euthanized, so she'd rather go to the pound and adopt a cat who is. So if your mom changes her mind about litterboxes and keeping shy cat, please send shy cat to roommate and not to pound. Por favor. No pounds. I hate pounds.

Posted by: Dianna at July 1, 2004 11:36 AM

that cat is gonne be hanging upside down by the tail with blood everywhere in a matter of hours! let's give her to katie, katie the savior of cats!

Posted by: michele at July 1, 2004 11:42 AM

Michele, you're a terrible person saying terrible things. Terrible. Cat torture is no joke; just ask the guys who are getting kicked out of the Australian army for doing it.

Posted by: Dianna at July 1, 2004 01:12 PM

dianna, why did you have to link to that? i was doing just fine not knowing about that. crap, that was awful. why did i read it? why did it actually have to give details?

Posted by: michele at July 1, 2004 01:51 PM