This girl is so funny I want to cry a little bit. She says things like this:
I HATE IT WHEN JACOB FALLS ASLEEP BEFORE ME.
I GET BORED.
AND LAST NIGHT I WAS DRUNK AND BORED.
SO I CAREFULLY PLACED LITTLE PRAISE STICKERS THAT SAID THINGS LIKE 'WAY TO GO' AND 'EXCELLENT WORK' AND 'MUCH IMPROVED' ALL OVER JACOBS FACE AND ARMS.
use your words!
27 October 2005
dress-up
by Cecily
My favorite party that I've ever had so far was a really spur-of-the-moment event that happened one summer when I was home from college. My sister was home, too, and our old family friend Anna. Plus some other hangers-on; a number of Anna's college friends were in town for the weekend. Jocelyn and I had never met them before.
Anyway we decided to have a party. "Come over to our mom's house later" we told a couple of people "we'll hang out over there."
When I say "party" here, you should not envision a bunch of people standing around drinking drinks and making small talk. Instead, you should envision about ten 20-something college kids rummaging through a treasure chest for costume items and dancing around the living room while "Camel Walk" is on repeat, really really loud.
A newcomer showed up, straight from the airport, in the midst of all this. He was one of the ones I hadn't met but he took one look at the scene and made a beeline for the costume box. A few minutes later, he was decked out in a brown wig, a tiara, a Marvin-the-Martian neck thing, a tutu, and some cowboy boots.
Then we played Zoom Schwartz Profigliano for a while, and practiced our Fancy Walkin.
My other favorite parties were the Science Parties we had in Minnesota. Those had costume boxes, too.
There is something really great about having people show up to your house and the first thing they do is dig through a box of stuff to find a costume. I think it marks the fact that now you are at a party; you MUST be at a party because look at that crazy outfit you're wearing!
We're having a Halloween party at my house on Saturday. I am partly excited and partly sad. The excited part is because Halloween is fun! And I get to wear that big giant head costume and dance around. The sad part is because I like dressing other people up and all of my fancy costumes are in a box in Minneapolis.
I'll improvise and everything. But it won't be the same. Last year I made an Evil Tooth Fairy costume for Trisha, including a tool belt with dental picks and a necklace of bloody teeth. And a Rapunzel-in-the-tower costume with a wig made out of bright yellow yarn. And an Andy-Warhol-painting-of-Marilyn costume where your eyes looked out of the picture, just like in Scooby Doo.
Then I made a lot of costumes for the adorable elementary school play I was the boss of. Wolves and ravens and a huge horse head. Princess hats. Fur-trimmed cloaks. Etc.
Why didn't I realize I would want these things for playing dress-up? It totally would have been worth the price of shipping one more box.
Anyway we decided to have a party. "Come over to our mom's house later" we told a couple of people "we'll hang out over there."
When I say "party" here, you should not envision a bunch of people standing around drinking drinks and making small talk. Instead, you should envision about ten 20-something college kids rummaging through a treasure chest for costume items and dancing around the living room while "Camel Walk" is on repeat, really really loud.
A newcomer showed up, straight from the airport, in the midst of all this. He was one of the ones I hadn't met but he took one look at the scene and made a beeline for the costume box. A few minutes later, he was decked out in a brown wig, a tiara, a Marvin-the-Martian neck thing, a tutu, and some cowboy boots.
Then we played Zoom Schwartz Profigliano for a while, and practiced our Fancy Walkin.
My other favorite parties were the Science Parties we had in Minnesota. Those had costume boxes, too.
There is something really great about having people show up to your house and the first thing they do is dig through a box of stuff to find a costume. I think it marks the fact that now you are at a party; you MUST be at a party because look at that crazy outfit you're wearing!
We're having a Halloween party at my house on Saturday. I am partly excited and partly sad. The excited part is because Halloween is fun! And I get to wear that big giant head costume and dance around. The sad part is because I like dressing other people up and all of my fancy costumes are in a box in Minneapolis.
I'll improvise and everything. But it won't be the same. Last year I made an Evil Tooth Fairy costume for Trisha, including a tool belt with dental picks and a necklace of bloody teeth. And a Rapunzel-in-the-tower costume with a wig made out of bright yellow yarn. And an Andy-Warhol-painting-of-Marilyn costume where your eyes looked out of the picture, just like in Scooby Doo.
Then I made a lot of costumes for the adorable elementary school play I was the boss of. Wolves and ravens and a huge horse head. Princess hats. Fur-trimmed cloaks. Etc.
Why didn't I realize I would want these things for playing dress-up? It totally would have been worth the price of shipping one more box.
22 October 2005
Enrichment Day
by Cecily
We didn't have any classes at my school last Tuesday, because it was Enrichment Day. That is because there are no real holidays on Tuesdays and they have to balance out the classes. Some enriching activities (including free lunch) happened on campus, but I did not attend. I had my own private enrichment day, which included having lunch at the Sculpture Garden with my uncle, drinking coffee, and reading. My day also involved one very delicious kind of enrichment, and its name is Birthday Cake
I have made some fancy cakes before, but this one is the hands down winner so far. I think it is because I used its weight in frosting to glue it all together.
It was a cake for Julie, and she liked it.
but the best part is how deceptively pink and white the outside is. Because really, it looks like this!
That was a fun and tasty project. I love enrichment day!
I have made some fancy cakes before, but this one is the hands down winner so far. I think it is because I used its weight in frosting to glue it all together.
It was a cake for Julie, and she liked it.
but the best part is how deceptively pink and white the outside is. Because really, it looks like this!
That was a fun and tasty project. I love enrichment day!
21 October 2005
language and anger management
by Cecily
I just read "The Linguistics Wars" which is full of smart academics saying nasty, mean things to and about each other and then being angry and offended. Plus there's some social commentary in there, too, about the 60s. The part that I like the most in this book is all of the witty examples that the rebellious Generative Semanticists use in their scholarly publications. Usually they are about Nixon, as it turns out. Often about Nixon lingering in a men's room somewhere. Oh, those wacky linguists!
Either that, or they are personal attacks on other linguists who disagree with whatever. Like Noam Chomsky for example, they all say mean things about him and then he says mean things back and then everyone does interviews in which they act like they were being totally mature the whole time and they are baffled by the reaction of the other party.
This is an issue that hit home with me, because there is some social uproar happening in my classes. I can't really tell why. Some of it is related to personal dislike, on the parts of various people and in varying degrees. Some of it is related to widely varying discourse styles. But a lot of animosity and general awkwardness seems completely inexplicable. One kid got up and left the classroom in the middle of a discussion a couple of weeks ago. There are sporadic rounds of vitriolic or defensive or apologetic emails sent all over. Meetings are had wherein students complain about each other to professors and about professors to each other and about some professors to other professors.
The whole thing is making me really nervous. Nervous and also annoyed. Maybe I'll start circulating underground revolutionary mimeographs denouncing all of the people who say stupid things. I'll do it anonymously and everyone will have to stop making offensive remarks and talking shit about each other for fear of being publicly ridiculed.
Either that, or they are personal attacks on other linguists who disagree with whatever. Like Noam Chomsky for example, they all say mean things about him and then he says mean things back and then everyone does interviews in which they act like they were being totally mature the whole time and they are baffled by the reaction of the other party.
This is an issue that hit home with me, because there is some social uproar happening in my classes. I can't really tell why. Some of it is related to personal dislike, on the parts of various people and in varying degrees. Some of it is related to widely varying discourse styles. But a lot of animosity and general awkwardness seems completely inexplicable. One kid got up and left the classroom in the middle of a discussion a couple of weeks ago. There are sporadic rounds of vitriolic or defensive or apologetic emails sent all over. Meetings are had wherein students complain about each other to professors and about professors to each other and about some professors to other professors.
The whole thing is making me really nervous. Nervous and also annoyed. Maybe I'll start circulating underground revolutionary mimeographs denouncing all of the people who say stupid things. I'll do it anonymously and everyone will have to stop making offensive remarks and talking shit about each other for fear of being publicly ridiculed.
18 October 2005
feline grace
by Cecily
My cat fell down the stairs last night. She leapt onto the bannister from the upstairs landing, in an attempt to be catlike and graceful. She really had no business being up on that bannister except to pretend like she wasn't trying hard at all and yet look, there she is, on a high narrow thing being graceful.
Sadly, though, she totally overshot. She made it up to the bannister all right, but then the whole act went south as she slid across the (very narrow) surface and tumbled over it, twisting and clawing and frantically trying to look cool as she went. During the fall I had a lot of nightmare visions about cats lying broken-backed on the stairs while I tried to call the emergency vet via relay on a hand-held wireless device.
But in fact what happened, at least from my perspective up on the landing looking down, was that the cat more or less bounced. Fell two flights straight south, hit the uncarpeted stairs, bounced, and ran off into the kitchen to recover her dignity.
She was kind of twitchy for the rest of the evening (every so often she'd suddenly bound across the room, fur standing straight on its ends, and glare at everyone wildly as though we had been making inappropriate racial slurs) but other than that, fine.
What the fuck? I can't even walk into a room without bruising myself in some ridiculous fashion. Accidentally kicking a table, running headfirst into the doorframe, etc. I am constantly covered with inexplicable wounds. Yesterday I cut myself on a plastic chair. Yes, that's right, I CUT MYSELF ON A PLASTIC CHAIR. Don't feel too bad, it's more like a paper cut than anything else. I'll live.
Maybe if I run into the kitchen real quick-like I'll find my dignity
Sadly, though, she totally overshot. She made it up to the bannister all right, but then the whole act went south as she slid across the (very narrow) surface and tumbled over it, twisting and clawing and frantically trying to look cool as she went. During the fall I had a lot of nightmare visions about cats lying broken-backed on the stairs while I tried to call the emergency vet via relay on a hand-held wireless device.
But in fact what happened, at least from my perspective up on the landing looking down, was that the cat more or less bounced. Fell two flights straight south, hit the uncarpeted stairs, bounced, and ran off into the kitchen to recover her dignity.
She was kind of twitchy for the rest of the evening (every so often she'd suddenly bound across the room, fur standing straight on its ends, and glare at everyone wildly as though we had been making inappropriate racial slurs) but other than that, fine.
What the fuck? I can't even walk into a room without bruising myself in some ridiculous fashion. Accidentally kicking a table, running headfirst into the doorframe, etc. I am constantly covered with inexplicable wounds. Yesterday I cut myself on a plastic chair. Yes, that's right, I CUT MYSELF ON A PLASTIC CHAIR. Don't feel too bad, it's more like a paper cut than anything else. I'll live.
Maybe if I run into the kitchen real quick-like I'll find my dignity
03 October 2005
morphology
by Cecily
One of my classes is studying morphology right now. This is my new favorite word. "morphology"- it means exactly what you would think it would mean, if your only basis for an educated guess were Saturday morning cartoons. It means studying how things (well, words, mostly) morph into other things (also mostly words).
I am spending a lot of time fantasizing about doing totally ridiculous and time-consuming projects that I know would not be widely perceived as a very good use of resources. Like for example, I'm really excited about the idea of re-captioning a Simpson's episode so that all of the dialogue shows up in phonetic notation.
And, for another example, a comic strip (or animated short?) where the Power Rangers morph in a linguistic sense, somehow, and words and inflections are used to fight the forces of evil…
Clearly, that one needs a little more thought.
I am spending a lot of time fantasizing about doing totally ridiculous and time-consuming projects that I know would not be widely perceived as a very good use of resources. Like for example, I'm really excited about the idea of re-captioning a Simpson's episode so that all of the dialogue shows up in phonetic notation.
And, for another example, a comic strip (or animated short?) where the Power Rangers morph in a linguistic sense, somehow, and words and inflections are used to fight the forces of evil…
Clearly, that one needs a little more thought.
02 October 2005
when you're a stranger
by Cecily
My third-grade teacher didn't let us use the word "weird." She said it meant "creepy" and "spooky" and "supernatural," and that all of us third-graders really wanted to express the idea related to the word "strange." Her name was Mrs. Wiggins. She was pretty old, I thought, but then again I was only 8 so what did I know.
I still feel a little guilty whenever I describe something as "weird" when I know Mrs. Wiggins would say it was merely odd. But I'm not as convinced as she was that those are two separate things, weirdness and strangeness.
Anyway, it's pretty weird to be back in school. I spend a lot of time in my bedroom, working on things and staring out the window. When I lived in Minnesota, I used to spend a lot of time staring out the window. Way more time than I do now, in fact, but it was qualitatively different staring. I had no goals. I wasn't trying to think of a word, and I wasn't taking a break from hard cognitive labor. I was just sitting there on the couch, staring out the window.
Now when I stare out the window it's only for a few seconds at a time and I feel a very complete sense of isolation. I'm way more in an ivory tower now than I ever was as an undergraduate. Or maybe I just notice it now.
Other people are pretty weird to me, lately, too. I've had a couple of conversations about how much I suck at accurately predicting what anyone else's reaction will be to anything. Obviously, that's an exaggeration- I was able to carry on the conversations, at least. But a surprising percentage of my interactions with other people involve me being completely taken aback, baffled even, by what they say and how they say it.
Which is mostly good, because it would be really boring if I already knew what everyone was going to say all the time. But occasionally not so great, because it is a great hindrance to relationships when I never know what anyone else is talking about, or why.
I still feel a little guilty whenever I describe something as "weird" when I know Mrs. Wiggins would say it was merely odd. But I'm not as convinced as she was that those are two separate things, weirdness and strangeness.
Anyway, it's pretty weird to be back in school. I spend a lot of time in my bedroom, working on things and staring out the window. When I lived in Minnesota, I used to spend a lot of time staring out the window. Way more time than I do now, in fact, but it was qualitatively different staring. I had no goals. I wasn't trying to think of a word, and I wasn't taking a break from hard cognitive labor. I was just sitting there on the couch, staring out the window.
Now when I stare out the window it's only for a few seconds at a time and I feel a very complete sense of isolation. I'm way more in an ivory tower now than I ever was as an undergraduate. Or maybe I just notice it now.
Other people are pretty weird to me, lately, too. I've had a couple of conversations about how much I suck at accurately predicting what anyone else's reaction will be to anything. Obviously, that's an exaggeration- I was able to carry on the conversations, at least. But a surprising percentage of my interactions with other people involve me being completely taken aback, baffled even, by what they say and how they say it.
Which is mostly good, because it would be really boring if I already knew what everyone was going to say all the time. But occasionally not so great, because it is a great hindrance to relationships when I never know what anyone else is talking about, or why.
30 May 2005
note about entries from May 2005
by Cecily
These are all just d-links for blind readers. Descriptions of movies and images that appear in real posts. I hadn't actually started having a blog in May 2005. But I don't know how to make d-link things appear not in their own entries. If someone is smart at web accessibility and has a better idea, tell me all about it!
20 May 2005
lyrics for Frank Zappa's "Montana"
by Cecily
I might be movin' to Montana soon
Just to raise me up a crop of dental floss
Raisin' it up
Waxin' it down
In a little white box
I can sell uptown
But by myself I wouldn't have no boss,
Cause I'd be raisin' my lonely dental floss
(Raisin' my lonely dental floss)
Yes it is
(Raisin' my lonely dental floss)
Well I just might grow me some bees
But I'd leave the sweet stuff
For somebody else...
ah, but then, on the other hand
I would keep the wax
And melt it down;
Pluck the floss,
and swish it around
And I would have me a crop
And it'd be on top
That's why I'm movin' to Montana.
Movin' to Montana soon
Gonna be a dental floss tycoon
Movin' to Montana soon
Gonna be a mennil-toss flykune
(I wonder what that means)
I'm gonna find me a horse
Just about this big
And ride that sucker all along the border line
With a pair of heavy-duty
Zircon-encrusted tweezers in my hand
Every other wrangler would say
I was mighty grand
But by myself I wouldn't
Have no boss
Cause I'd be raisin' my lonely dental floss
(Raisin' my lonely dental floss)
That's right
(Raisin' my lonely dental floss)
Well I might ride along the border
With my tweezers gleamin'
In the moon-lighty night
And then I would get a cuppa coffee
And give my foot a push
Just me 'n the pymgy pony
Over the dental floss bush
And then I might just
jump back on
And ride like a cowboy
Into the dawn to Montana
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippee ty o ty ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippee ty o ty ay)
back
Just to raise me up a crop of dental floss
Raisin' it up
Waxin' it down
In a little white box
I can sell uptown
But by myself I wouldn't have no boss,
Cause I'd be raisin' my lonely dental floss
(Raisin' my lonely dental floss)
Yes it is
(Raisin' my lonely dental floss)
Well I just might grow me some bees
But I'd leave the sweet stuff
For somebody else...
ah, but then, on the other hand
I would keep the wax
And melt it down;
Pluck the floss,
and swish it around
And I would have me a crop
And it'd be on top
That's why I'm movin' to Montana.
Movin' to Montana soon
Gonna be a dental floss tycoon
Movin' to Montana soon
Gonna be a mennil-toss flykune
(I wonder what that means)
I'm gonna find me a horse
Just about this big
And ride that sucker all along the border line
With a pair of heavy-duty
Zircon-encrusted tweezers in my hand
Every other wrangler would say
I was mighty grand
But by myself I wouldn't
Have no boss
Cause I'd be raisin' my lonely dental floss
(Raisin' my lonely dental floss)
That's right
(Raisin' my lonely dental floss)
Well I might ride along the border
With my tweezers gleamin'
In the moon-lighty night
And then I would get a cuppa coffee
And give my foot a push
Just me 'n the pymgy pony
Over the dental floss bush
And then I might just
jump back on
And ride like a cowboy
Into the dawn to Montana
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippee ty o ty ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippee ty o ty ay)
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description for photo in "This is where the term "political spectrum" is originally from"
by Cecily
Photograph of the DC City Council from Council Period 17 (2007-2008), in Council Chambers. There are men and women of various sizes and colors; all of the suits, shoes, and some shirts/jewelrey have been photoshopped so that the colors match the listed color names.
Standing in the back row are:
"Vincent Periwinkle" is a short, plump white man in a light blue jacket and bow tie [Jim Graham];
"Vincent Plum" is a tall black woman in a purple suit [Muriel Bowser];
"Vincent Pewter" is a tall black man in an dark gray suit [Harry Thomas Jr];
"Vincent Blue" is a tall white man with white hair in a bright blue suit [Tommy Wells];
"Vincent Red" is a medium-height black woman in a red suit [Yvette Alexander];
"Vincent Marionberry" is a dark-skinned black man in a dark purple suit [Marion Barry];
"Vincent "Michael" Brown" is a bald white man with a mustache in a brown suit [Phil Mendelson];
"Vincent Mustard" is a small white woman in a yellow suit [Mary M. Cheh].
Seated in front of them are:
"Vincent Black" is a young bald man with lightish skin wearing a black suit [David Catania];
"Vincent Kelly" is a plump white woman with dark brown hair wearing a green suit [Carol Schwartz];
"Vincent Gray" is a light-skinned black man with a mustache wearing a gray suit [Vincent C. Gray];
"Vincent Navy" is a blonde-haired white man wearing a navy blue suit [Jack Evans];
"Vincent "Kwame" Brown" is a plump, dark-skinned black man with a mustache wearing a brown suit [Kwame R. Brown].
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Standing in the back row are:
"Vincent Periwinkle" is a short, plump white man in a light blue jacket and bow tie [Jim Graham];
"Vincent Plum" is a tall black woman in a purple suit [Muriel Bowser];
"Vincent Pewter" is a tall black man in an dark gray suit [Harry Thomas Jr];
"Vincent Blue" is a tall white man with white hair in a bright blue suit [Tommy Wells];
"Vincent Red" is a medium-height black woman in a red suit [Yvette Alexander];
"Vincent Marionberry" is a dark-skinned black man in a dark purple suit [Marion Barry];
"Vincent "Michael" Brown" is a bald white man with a mustache in a brown suit [Phil Mendelson];
"Vincent Mustard" is a small white woman in a yellow suit [Mary M. Cheh].
Seated in front of them are:
"Vincent Black" is a young bald man with lightish skin wearing a black suit [David Catania];
"Vincent Kelly" is a plump white woman with dark brown hair wearing a green suit [Carol Schwartz];
"Vincent Gray" is a light-skinned black man with a mustache wearing a gray suit [Vincent C. Gray];
"Vincent Navy" is a blonde-haired white man wearing a navy blue suit [Jack Evans];
"Vincent "Kwame" Brown" is a plump, dark-skinned black man with a mustache wearing a brown suit [Kwame R. Brown].
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15 May 2005
description for "almost"
by Cecily
50s-style (or 50s vintage?) drawing of a boy bending over with his right arm across his stomach. Large text says "almost"; smaller text says "Sammy is almost ready for another vodka. He is nearly ready now"
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09 May 2005
description for "rockin it contagious"
by Cecily
Video shows an ASL version of the Black Eyed Peas' "Pump It".
Lyrics:
Huh huh haaa
Pump it
Huh huh haaa
And pump it (louder) [4x]
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right—
Niggers wanna hate on us (who)
Niggers be envious (who)
And I know why they hating on us (why)
Cause our style's so fabulous (what)
I'm be real on us (do)
Nobody got none on us (no)
Girls be all on us, from London back down to the US (S, S)
We rocking it (contagious), monkey business (outrageous)
Just confess, your girl admits that we da shit
F-R-E-S-H we (fresh)
D-E-F, that's right we def (rock)
We definite B-E-P, we rapping it
So, turn it up (turn it up) [2x]
Turn it up
Common baby, just
Pump it (louder) [6x]
And say, oh oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh oh
(Yo yo)
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
This joint is fizzlin
It's sizzlin
Right
(Yo, check this out right here)
Dude wanna hate on us (dude)
Dude need to ease on up (dude)
Dude wanna act on up
But dude get shut like flavor shut (shut down)
Chicks say, she ain't down
But chick backstage when we in town (ha)
She like man on drunk (fool)
She wanna hit n' run (err)
Yeah, that's the speed
That's what we do
That's who we be
B-L-A-C-K -E-Y-E-D -P to the E, then the A to the S
When we play you shake your ass
(Shake it shake it) shake it girl
Make sure you don't break it, girl
(Cause we gonna)
Turn it up (turn it up) [2x]
Turn it up
Come'on baby, just
Pump it (louder) [6x]
And say, oh oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh oh
(Yo yo)
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
This joint is fizzlin
It's sizzlin
Right
Damn!! (damn!!) [5x]
oooooohhh-o-ohhh!!!!!!!!!!!
oh-oh-oh-oh!
Apl. de ap. from Philippines
Live and direct rocking this scene
Breaking on down for the B-boys
And B-girls waiting to do their thing
Pump it, louder come on
Don't stop and keep it goin'
Do it lets get it on
Move it
Come on, baby, do it
La-da-di-da-da-di-die
On the ster(-e-er-e-er-e-)ereo
Let those speakers blow your mind
(Blow my mind, baby)
So let it go, let it go
Here we go
La-da-di-da-da-di-die (come on, we're there)
On the radi(-adi-adi-adi-)o
This systems got me feel so fi(-ei-ei-ei-ei-ei-ei-ei-)ne
Pump it (louder) [6x]
And say, oh oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh oh
(Yo, yo)
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
This joint is fizzlin
It's sizzlin
Right
back to post
Lyrics:
Huh huh haaa
Pump it
Huh huh haaa
And pump it (louder) [4x]
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right—
Niggers wanna hate on us (who)
Niggers be envious (who)
And I know why they hating on us (why)
Cause our style's so fabulous (what)
I'm be real on us (do)
Nobody got none on us (no)
Girls be all on us, from London back down to the US (S, S)
We rocking it (contagious), monkey business (outrageous)
Just confess, your girl admits that we da shit
F-R-E-S-H we (fresh)
D-E-F, that's right we def (rock)
We definite B-E-P, we rapping it
So, turn it up (turn it up) [2x]
Turn it up
Common baby, just
Pump it (louder) [6x]
And say, oh oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh oh
(Yo yo)
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
This joint is fizzlin
It's sizzlin
Right
(Yo, check this out right here)
Dude wanna hate on us (dude)
Dude need to ease on up (dude)
Dude wanna act on up
But dude get shut like flavor shut (shut down)
Chicks say, she ain't down
But chick backstage when we in town (ha)
She like man on drunk (fool)
She wanna hit n' run (err)
Yeah, that's the speed
That's what we do
That's who we be
B-L-A-C-K -E-Y-E-D -P to the E, then the A to the S
When we play you shake your ass
(Shake it shake it) shake it girl
Make sure you don't break it, girl
(Cause we gonna)
Turn it up (turn it up) [2x]
Turn it up
Come'on baby, just
Pump it (louder) [6x]
And say, oh oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh oh
(Yo yo)
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
This joint is fizzlin
It's sizzlin
Right
Damn!! (damn!!) [5x]
oooooohhh-o-ohhh!!!!!!!!!!!
oh-oh-oh-oh!
Apl. de ap. from Philippines
Live and direct rocking this scene
Breaking on down for the B-boys
And B-girls waiting to do their thing
Pump it, louder come on
Don't stop and keep it goin'
Do it lets get it on
Move it
Come on, baby, do it
La-da-di-da-da-di-die
On the ster(-e-er-e-er-e-)ereo
Let those speakers blow your mind
(Blow my mind, baby)
So let it go, let it go
Here we go
La-da-di-da-da-di-die (come on, we're there)
On the radi(-adi-adi-adi-)o
This systems got me feel so fi(-ei-ei-ei-ei-ei-ei-ei-)ne
Pump it (louder) [6x]
And say, oh oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh oh
(Yo, yo)
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
This joint is fizzlin
It's sizzlin
Right
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06 May 2005
description for video in "creepy/fascinating"
by Cecily
Video called "Rabbit" by artist Run Wrake.
This is an animated short film based on drawings that are reminiscent of 50s-era readers; most figures in the film appear with courier-font labels hovering near them throughout.
imdb summary:
While the boy and the girl are gone, the idol becomes angry because there is no more jam. It uses a carrot to entice another rabbit, who jumps through the window and becomes several cartoony spirit-rabbits. The idol turns the spirits into a tiger, who catches the tiger and eats it, just as the boy and girl return home. The boy picks up a gun and shoots the tiger, but he is too late- the tiger turns back into a rabbit and all of the jewels, feathers, and ink turn back into insects. The insects crawl over the boy and girl, who die, as the rabbit escapes back into the field. The final scene, with the rabbit running through the grass, is the same scene that opened the film.
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This is an animated short film based on drawings that are reminiscent of 50s-era readers; most figures in the film appear with courier-font labels hovering near them throughout.
imdb summary:
A girl sees a rabbit running across a field. Thinking it would make an excellent muff, she pursues it with a knife. It escapes her, but her brother kills it. She slices it open, and out pops an animated idol that, when bothered by insects, turns them into feathers, bottles of ink, and jewels. Thinking of the riches of royalty, the boy and girl put the idol outside in a vat of plum jam and proceed to eviscerate various farm animals to draw hundreds of wasps and flies. The idol complies, and soon they've filled a bedroom with boxes of jewels. Off they go to town to trade the feathers and ink for more jam, but while they're gone, the idol is busy. Comeuppance may await.
While the boy and the girl are gone, the idol becomes angry because there is no more jam. It uses a carrot to entice another rabbit, who jumps through the window and becomes several cartoony spirit-rabbits. The idol turns the spirits into a tiger, who catches the tiger and eats it, just as the boy and girl return home. The boy picks up a gun and shoots the tiger, but he is too late- the tiger turns back into a rabbit and all of the jewels, feathers, and ink turn back into insects. The insects crawl over the boy and girl, who die, as the rabbit escapes back into the field. The final scene, with the rabbit running through the grass, is the same scene that opened the film.
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