Notes, Notings, and Common Refrains

Okay, I know I said no embeds for a while... (two days is "a while," isn't it?), but dammit, this is the best way I know to give my f'list a hug.

Last night, angevin2 posted a link to this song (Hard Times, Come again no More, by Stephen Foster -- yup, the Camptown Races dude). And that's what I'm saying now, for all my friends: "Hard Times! You leave my buddies alone! Go on! Git! And don't you come back!"




Then, after that, I went searching for a vid of my favorite Cheer-Myself-Up-Song: Swimming to the Other Side by Pat Humphries. I was hoping to find a vid of her singing it, but mostly, what I found were multiple vids of one high school choir practicing it for performance (doing an arrangement of the Lui Collins' cover, which has a descant). And then, I found this, of two mature men (no voices cracking), singing in two part harmony, with guitar... And I have a soft spot for men with accoustic guitars.

Here:


*Squish* I Love you people. I wish I could take all your pain, and worry, and frustation away, and fix your plumbing, and give you chocolate, and a time machine journey to the place of your choosing.

But I can't. So I hope I can give you a gentle, sweet, earworm, instead...

First, I must say that my worst habit is treating my mailbox as Dirk Gently treats his refrigerator. Yes, I know that is Not Good.

Anyway, yesterday, I finally got through sorting out all the spam, and snuggled in amongst the unpleasant and the inane, was a package from alryssa; she sent me a spare disk of Photoshop she doesn't need anymore.

THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!

I haven't tried it yet, because I have one of those Stupid-making headaches, and I'm not up to even attempting to learn anything new today, no matter how straight forward. But I just wanted to say Thanks.

She also sent me a dvd of the first season of Due South. I am familiar with the series -- Dad and I would watch it together when it first aired. I just haven't seen it since then, and my memory is foggy. I think it was Dad who found it first, and got me watching.

It will be odd watching it without him here, I think... And again, I'm reminded how sorry I am that you guys never got a chance to meet him, or he you. *sigh*.

Oh, and alryssa also sent a very lovely card. And for those who only know her through words on the monitor, let me tell you: she has lovely handwriting. :-)