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You can dance, you can ji-IIVE... - Diary of a Necromancer
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You can dance, you can ji-IIVE...
Okay, for once the earworm I woke up with was my own damn fault, if I want to admit to having bought a CD of disco hits when I was trading in some "empties" for the deposit at the new Half-Price Books over at Village Crossing; but still, having "Dancing Queen" stuck on repeat is not the best way to start the day.

(As a sidebar, I would like to mention that it's striking to note how disco lyrics managed to inadvertantly capture a sea-change in gender relations, specifically the first glimmerings of "maybe she's not nothing without a man" to really start taking root within the highly conventionalized romanticism of the pop music tradition. Compare the hectoring tone of "We Can Work It out" [...if you "see it my way"] to, say, "Numb", where the male singer has internalized at least some of the responsibility for the failure of the relationship, and the curious melange of disco attitudes ranging from "Don't Leave Me This Way" to "I Will Survive" stands out as an interesting snapshot of the transition. But what any of this has to do with the genre's appeal to drag queens does rather escape me at the moment.)

But I'm rambling, and I meant to mention that the DVD section at HPB is particularly well-stocked if one has an eye for what the French call "le crap"; they had the Adventures of Pluto Nash and not one but two copies of Manos, the Hands of Fate! So get cracking on that xmas list, boys and girls...


As to my own shopping, I haven't started; I've been too wrapped up in trying to get my leftovers from Fine Art of Fiber and a batch of yarn listed on eBay, with at least one limb tied behind my back by the combination of a faulty camera and a faulty scanner. But this afternoon I finally managed to massage the image files into a shape that at least resembles the right colors, so about four hours later everything's written up and scheduled for tomorrow, just in time for all the turkey-sated tryptophan-zombies to wander into the den and start poking around for an online head-start on Black Friday. 24 items, was the final roundup; I'm going to go keel over dead now... A digital camera has been bumped up several places on my "things I really really need in the not-too-distant future" list, all that's still stopping me is the considerations of whether it needs to come before or after "new computer finally DAMMIT" for reasons of compatibility. (I think we're almost in a position financially where I could swing a Mini before the Great MacIntel Switch comes...)

[And if anyone's thinking of what to get for me (yeah, right...), I do note that my paid account expired this morning, possibly of an overdose of ABBA. ;) But whatever you do, don't get me any sweaters like these, I just dumped something not dissimiliar circa high school at Brown Elephant the other day...]

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vfc From: vfc Date: November 24th, 2005 05:10 am (UTC) (permalink this entry)
Weird. I've been on an Abba kick the past week. I saw a doc about them on Ovation and am planning on a handful of cover selections for Copy, Right? in the next day or two. Be on the lookout.
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