Thursday Already? (January Edition)

So...I'm on Chapter Fifteen, which means I've been keeping up a pretty damn nice pace, considering I'm also dealing with Cal being home/sick. Of course, this mainly means reminding him to eat and pee, while simultaneously fielding TV requests like: "I want 'Figure Eight' on Schoolhouse Rock! again please, Mommy." (Fun fact: "Figure Eight" was also my own favourite Multiplication Rock song, back in the day. I never quite picked up whatever trick it was meant to mnemonically teach me, aside from multiples of eight echo multiples of four, sort of, which can be helpful or not, depending. But I can still sing the main theme from memory, along with the plaintive outro: Place it on its side and its a symbol that means...eternityyyy...)

Otherwise, very little else is getting done. Them's the breaks. I'm making occasional notes about stuff I might like to post on later--some of them projects left over from last year, for example, like comparing the two versions of Exorcist: The Beginning, which both have massive problems and frustratingly fascinating aspects, which makes watching them run one after the other on AMC surprisingly interesting.

I wish I could do three things at once anymore, but...yeah, just can't. 'Cause I'm old, and sick, and tired. Stroke me.;)

Oh, Murder By Death!

I need to do a playlist post soon, covering both the "official" Rope of Thorns playlist and the rest of the songs that are currently driving A Tree of Bones. But in the meantime...here's the lyrics from MBD's "Rum Brave". Tell me who they remind you of.;)

I had jade colored eyes that shimmered in the sun,
if you stared at them too long,
you'd catch a glimpse of what I've done.
The faces of the damned,
and all the butchered lambs...
If I had to do it over,
I just woulda done it slower.

When we meet, you will see;
I will destroy everything of beauty.
When we meet then you'll know;
I'll be the axe that clears the forest.

When I had my fill,
and tasted every kill...
There was nothin' left to do,
but bow out of this old world.
I heard tell of a place
where the dead walk tall and proud;
Where men like me were needed
to thin the growing crowd.
Deep below the dunes I roved...
Past the rows, past the rows,
beside the acacias freshly in bloom;
I sent men to their doom.

I spent those days runnin' hard and fast
with no place to lay my head.
The sound of the rain against the roof was loud enough to wake the dead.
And my legs were tired, and my feet were cold;
but all I could do was get back on the road.

So I came upon a shanty town full of bitter men,
where carved into a crude wood sign it read
"welcome to the end"...
For a dollar you could find a girl of every possible design,
But you couldn't find a decent man, or a word spoken kind.
Whiskey was for supper, a man couldn't ask for better!

When we meet you will see
I will detroy everything of beauty.
When we meet, then you'll know...
I'll be the axe that clears the forest.

I spent those days runnin' hard and fast
with no place to lay my head.
The sound of the rain against the roof was loud enough to wake the dead.
And my legs were tired, and my feet were cold,
all I could do was get back on the road.

We were left alone,
left alone,
every king on his lonely throne.
We were left alone,
left alone,
every king on his lonely throne.

Yeah, that's Chess, all right...