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I don't think I can officially accept this award since I cannot pass it on to eight more bloggers (seriously, I don't know eight blogging friends! I am such a nerd in my social group) however, Kasia said some very nice things about my blog, which I will graciously accept, and she has sent me some new traffic, which I will also accept and try to entertain with a new post. Done and Done. (Oh, wait, not entertained yet? okay, sit tight.)
Hi. My name is Jill. I am the permanent writer in residence and Vice-President of Marketing here at ajillstory.com. I work together with Fate, Mother Nature and Commentors to collect and entertain our readers with honest stories about love, life, friends, work, travel, fashion, cooking, and things that make us happy. 2008 was a pretty good year for us here and we are hoping to continue the momentum as we charge through 2009. We are always looking for new readers and commentors, so please feel free to drop by any time.
Here's a little bio on me that I did with myself recently so I could have something on hand in case the good people at say, Chatelaine magazine or Chevy Truck Owners Network wanted to do a little article.
Name: Jill/Jillian/Jilly/Jilly B(ee)/Jillifer/Pal
Age: 27
Height without heels on: 5'4 3/4"
Height with favourite pair of Betsey Johnson black satin peek-a-boo toe heels on: 5'7 3/4"
Day job: (Sr.) Communication Specialist at Good-Wooden Leg, on term while friend and co-worker is on a mat leave
Status: currently dating professional flower buyer and Special Man Friend, Tyler.
Family: A sister, Tracy, and parents, Mom and Dad
Pets: A goldfish named Bill and Elmo, a beagle who lives with Mom and Dad
Resides in: a modest 1940s style home in Lower West Side Winnipeg
Drives: 2006 Chevy Colorado, extended cab (Truck). Sunburst Orange
Currently Listening to: The rattle of my furnace, the traffic on Ness, the low hum of Mac, Jim Croce singing Bad, Bad Leroy Brown on the MTS TV weather channel
Guilty pleasures: The Hills, Oreo ice cream, Sunday morning pancakes
Okay, now that you know me, I will tell you about my Saturday night. Tyler and I went to see Propagandhi, a locally formed, internationally popular punk band. I had never seen them before, but I felt that I should see them at least once, to call myself a true Winnipegger.
Tyler was very worried that I would not enjoy myself at the concert. When I drive or when we are at my house, I make him listen to 80s rock and adult contemporary radio, but I like to believe that my appreciation for music makes room for all genres and a variety of sounds. Except for the Grease megamix. I cannot stand a single note of that shit.
We arrived at the show late enough to have missed one of the opening acts, but not late enough to miss Putrescence, a death metal band (to put it mildly). This was my first death metal experience. Oddly enough, I kind of hope it is not my last. Would I add death metal to my play list? Not likely. Would I pay more than $10 to see a performance? Probably not. But was I entertained? Oh most definitely.
Putrescence is, by my observations, comprised of five men who were not loved by their parents very much. They play an aggressive metal sound and the lead singer doesn't sing so much as emit a low growl from a deep, festering ulcer in the pit of his beer-filled and decaying stomach. The set list included hits such as Sledgehammer Holocaust, Eye Sockets Venting Black, Rotten Blood, the power ballad Gutted, Coated with Malignancy and Re-Embowled, and my personal favourite, Moonlight Illuminates Limbs Forced into Impossible Directions (Tyler held my hand through that one. I think it is the leading candidate for being "our song").
After Putrescence left the stage, presumably to go hang themselves upside down in a rat-infested dungeon somewhere, Propagandhi was up. At this point, I was all warm and cozy in my seat and vegan-approved hoodie and jeans. I was sleepy, yes, but I perked right up when lead singer Chris Hannah came on wearing a Ronald McDonald costume. He made some subtle references to Ronald McDonald House. I don't think he's enjoyed a Happy Meal in some time.
I did in all honesty enjoy Propagandhi. I think they are talented and I would go see them again.
Tyler drove me home and came inside to say goodnight. He kissed me in the living room and told me he would miss me on Sunday. He had made plans with friends. We often spend Sundays together doing crossword puzzles, eating breakfast and bopping around town. Not being with him today means I have time for blogging. I am supposed to be going to the park to check if the ice has melted from the bike paths to leave a nice, safe, surface for running on. So far it is 12:45 and I am still in my pajamas, watching Mad About You on Deja View. I had forgotten what I used to do on Sundays. This isn't so bad.
2 comments:
Tell me more about how your running career is coming along. I had hoped to go out this weekend but my sick spouse meant i couldn't swing it.
I went to a death metal concert once. They were playing in a cage of some sort. I had a headache afterwards.
I am all over the Grease Hate On. Many hours confined in a 1977 Ford Thunderbird with an 8 Track playing some two-bit cover artists, taking a stab at Olivia and John's putrid musical. I get the shudders when I hear the first song, and by the second, I have gone into complete convulsions, and people are hastily trying to find something - anything, to pry my tongue which I have swallowed, out my throat, and something to restrain my hands behind my back, as I try to tear my ears from my head.
I hear Grease 2 is actually pretty good.
DL
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