Industrial Apocalypse

Okay, yes it is already 12/21/12 in Australia, but let me have my fun. Hell, my wardrobe is kinda already based on this (well in my dreams) but yeah, in keeping with the theme of gratitude, I did receive some nice information in my inbox yesterday from a satisfied customer [why oh why does that sound way more dirtier to me than it needs to be].  PS: is this mix I am listening to really playing the Blade soundtrack, really BLADE? I know there were vampires in that movie, but come on that ish was played out even when I was going to raves in Mississippi about a decade ago. Some how that just sounds way more uncool that it needs to be, but..  oh yeah customer support, so here it is:


That’s me!!

Hell yeah, right?  Anyway, I am really tempted to bust open the pocket sized Maple Syrup Crown Royal our sales manager gave to us for xmas, but technically I am still on the clock, and I guess being hopped up on ridiculous amounts of sugar from the cookies is preferable than being happily buzzed (it really is a small amount). But anwyway, grateful for the happy comments that customers leave for me.  My company treats me pretty well, I do have to say. Every week we get a free breakfast to discuss ways to make the company better. Also, the benefits are pretty good, so I am grateful for that as well.  But to the more trendy of topics, I am thankful for the fucking apocalypse (KIDDING!) well maybe not  great for a laugh, btw. Anyway, here are some tunes if you really want to go all doomsday in your tunesday:

Anyway, this is the music I am listening to when I am sweetly resolving your technical issues, hah! Anyway, I just thought I would capitalize on this end of the world business. It would be cool if the aliens did come and visit us, but seems unlikely, or the existence of Jersey Shore diminishes their potential interest. I can’t say that I blame them.


File under awkward nostalgia

PS: I am stupid lazy this morning (less than four hours of sleep), so I am re-posting something I wrote probably 2 years ago in a now dead blog.

Cleopatra and Projekt records were the shit back in the day and it would not surprise me if I spent half a thousand dollars on CD’s (yes those little plastic things you can put in your car sometimes) Unfortunately, I had most of my music in the apartment in 2005 during Hurricane Katrina, so a lot of them could not be replaced even if I wanted. Six years later, I occasionally get tired of the industrial (read: we are goth but want to invent ourselves) music or electronic beats that so often fill my earholes. Besides buying music, the best way to share something was a mix-tape. I miss this experience, some of my favorite tunes were gleaned from my friend Melissa and Toby Collier who respectively introduced me to these bitchin songs:

Anyone who knows me knows that I am super outgoing and responsive through a caffeinated fueled mania or either completely withdrawn and perhaps a bit bitchy, so human contact can be a tricky thing with me, and DIY is sometimes preferable. The more solitary model of finding new tunes was via compilations yep, no Pandora or related youtube videos, and the pre-college 56k connection my family had was not permissive for file sharing either. At any rate the list:

6. Gothic Rock (1993)


Ah yes, Southern Death Cult, I am sure you all recognize Ian Ashbury’s distinctly death-rock vocals, and yes this band preceded The Cult.

5. Cat Shaped Hole in my Heart (1999)


Oh, shoegaze, like triptophan to serotonin, you are like the precursor to hipsterdom. We all blame you.

4. The Unquiet Grave (1999)


Starting strong, this compilation gets more electro with drum samples and processed guitars:

Also very synthpop orented:

3. The Goth Box (1996)

First compilation, like the fact that the discs instead of being numbered are “G-O-T-H”, cuz I am a dork.


(edit: video removed, ultimately I forget which song I picked, derp, guess my love of goth is waning, which makes it even more goth, oh dear)

(I know what you are thinking. Why didn’t I link to the Lycia track “Everything is Cold”?) Well, the version on this compilation is different from the original which is the only one available on Youtube, the one that is not favorable. Not sure where the 1996 version is found.

Very Switchblade Symphony sounding, but almost impossible to find anything else by this band, See Also: Purr Machine.

Hit or miss band, digging this track though

2. The Projekt Sampler (1998)


Breakbeat, atmospheric, yummy goodness
The soulwhirlingsomewhere track has also some shoegazey layered effects that distinguish Projekt as a more ethereal/ambient label then the darkwave influence of Cleopatra

1. Nocturnal (1998)

It has more mainstream tracks then any of the other ones, but I like the fact that it gives recognition to people who have clearly influenced the movement. Granted a lot of these were made in the 70’s and 80’s, the retrofuture style has always been something that kids will follow because it always seemed that you will want to associate with older people, because it just means that you are that much better than your peers.


As someone who realizes how ridiculous this scene was now, I am kinda amused that Andrew Eldritch talked shit about goths. I mean who wants to be considered the grandfather of anything? …conformists

For five extra points, Wayne Hussey is the singer of this band, who also did the remix for the Gossamer track from #4.

Day Thirty

Wow, has it already been almost a month since I started my fitness blogging journey. It has been enlightening, just to think about all of my slip-ups (pre-whole 30, of course). Really needed to get those out of the way before I committed myself to the program, though. Also learning that I am a lot more sedentary that I would like to admit to myself. The numbers don’t lie, and if anything the FitBit is probably generous with steps given that it counts hooping as running, whoops. This just means that I have to become more aware when I begin to feel my butt molding to the chair (is this just me that has that sensation when sitting for long periods of time?) Since coming into the habit of writing everyday, the ideas begin to flow more easily, and surprisingly there are a lot more deeper issues in fitness (psychology of motivation, body issues, nutrition and the science of metabolism) that lend themselves to further pontification. Okay, you are just being flowery, now, but bitches love eloquence. Meals have been more of the same, liked the egg and avocado so much that I ate it last night for dinner:

The right-most one fell out so I had to set it back in the fruit once I took it out of the oven. 20 minutes is a bit too long for baking as you can see the bottom is a bit over-done for my liking, and learning that for best results, you should scoop out a little bit more of the fruit so that egg is snugly cradled in while baking and does not slip out as the bottom one has done, but not the top.  Still a great little meal that you can fix with minimal prep work. The fat from the avocado coupled with the protein from the egg makes it very satiating.

So, my boyfriend and I have this ritual going to gas stations to get our vices. Since we both stop drinking, he has resorted to just cigarettes and a “big soda”, read 32 ounces or more, screw NYC this is Texas, and as the cliché goes, EVERYTHING IS BIGGER.  Obviously in this program, sodas whether sweetened with aspartame or corn syrup are verboten, so that leaves me with the mineral/sparkling water. I have substituted soda in the past for this, and come to quite like it, last night, however I was feeling a bit sick of just drinking water. Yes, my sugar dragon isn’t quite slain. What could I do but try to get some alternative. Enter coconut water. This puppy had only about 11.5 ounces of liquid but was only 60 calories. Because I wanted the satisfaction of drinking a lot (hey as long as it isn’t alcohol, amirite?) I decided to treat myself to a San Pellegrino and diluted the coconut water a bit:

This “mocktail” was pretty tastey. The only thing I would have changed was that I used a little bit too much mineral water. Perhaps in the future, I would add pineapple juice to give it even more of a refreshing tropical finish. It was  bit like a water pina colada, and that sounds probably bad, but sometimes if you want just a taste of something without the ill effects, you have license to make a few substitutions. I know that may go against the spirit of Whole 30, but it really seems like if you deprive yourself of everything, you are going to be worse off in the long wrong. Hell, the fact that I have survived without my beloved bread or dairy (just in the fact that I despise coffee sans creamer) for 15 days is an accomplishment, and I am not opposed to celebrating accomplishments.

Oh, yeah I didn’t go to yoga class this morning, boo, but there is Metal \m/ tomorrow.  Time for my hourly walk around the building.  Enjoy some tunes:

Day Twenty-Three

If this don’t make your booty move, your booty must be dead. Okay, so the thing about motivation is that you are only going to do what you want to do, and I am finally finally learning this. I don’t think that I am a lazy person, in fact, I have this to prove that I am not:

That was my report yesterday that tracked my 90 minutes, yes 90!!, of dancing that I did to some kickass tunes. Not sure how dancing is factored into the device. Just from observing the step monitor, it would register multiple steps if I was bouncing up and down. Oh, it is aerobic alright, very fun and very bouncy. One thing I would like to improve is the sedentary time that is being recorded. If you look at this chart:

I still have nearly 12 hours of sedentary. I am no expert, but I think someone who is really dedicating their life to fitness should have a maximum of 10 hours of being sedentary, just for health purposes, but at least the numbers (not sure how accurate considering the weight might be a little off) reflect that yesterday I burned 2200 calories, cue the naysaying, “exercise won’t make you thinner” refrains. Yeah, I would probably be skeptical, except for this fact from MyFitnessPal:

This indicates (today is negative because I haven’t tracked yet) that I am actually at a deficit when I factor in the movement I am doing, so fuck yeah! But, back to this whole motivation thing. Reading this article kind of inspired me to get off my tush, because really you are the only person keeping you from not moving around, unless you have already been pushing yourself to the limit (I hadn’t), there is no excuse not to at least do SOMETHING! The best slogan in the world: Just Do It.

Music motivates me a lot, too. Kickboxing and spin classes are great but the music that gets played is just plain awful in my opinion. The neighbors and I got to enjoy my own version of this dance party where I flailed my arms, kicked my feet, and hopped in a manner that would more closely represent Julia Louis Dreyfuss in the late 1990’s rather than a sexy go-go dancer which at one time I could claim to be, could I? Regardless of how ridiculous I looked, it was so much fun to get all fist-pumping to the build up and breakdowns of the beats. Maybe, I am just a sucker for sequencing, overly pronounced kick drums, and vocoded lyrics, but these tunes really get my ass a shaking:

Also this one a bit NSFW, but so stompy:

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