December 7th, 2005
|09:46 am - Hopeless bleak despair.|
How can a single apple possibly so bruised as this one? I don't understand it. I bought some apples last night and set them on top of the fridge -- where the apples go. I was putting away my groceries as Ribs was preparing his lunch for today, so we opened and closed the freezer door several times. They were definitely not precariously balanced.
And for some reason this morning, the bag was open and the apples were all bruised.
It's not a simple, "apple fell on the floor and got slightly bruised" thing, either. I've had that happen in this house from the top of the fridge, and it never results in anything like this. I've taken the worst-looking one to work with me, and as I examine it, I see that more of the apple's surface is bruised than not. If I hadn't personally picked it up and verified that it was firm and healthy yesterday, I'd assume that it was unsafe to eat. Either it fell from the top of the fridge more than once, or someone in the house hates me. As I no longer live with Mr. Passive-Agressive (who was in the habit of throwing away two-day-old potatoes because "they've been sitting there for three weeks"), I'm assuming the former.
I'm listening to NIN's Hurt right now because after conversing about the song with r3507 on Friday (specifically, how Johnny Cash's cover is the most depressing song ever recorded), I'm convinced that Trent Reznor's version is sung from the point of view of somebody whose cupcake just landed on the floor, frosting-side down.
Current Mood: annoyed
Current Music: Nine Inch Nails -- Hurt
After seeing the video for Cash's version, I think I wanted to kill myself. It makes me want to see Walk the Line if only to find out how that man managed to store up enough angst to make every goth from here to London mauve with envy.
|Date:||December 7th, 2005 05:47 pm (UTC)|| |
Short answer: have your father blame you for your preacher-aspiring brother's death (which happened when John was, like, 10), moon over a fellow singer for over 10 years (continuing to do so as you keep her career alive and she continues to spurn you), and have a wife from before your big break who resents both your fame and your attraction to the other singer. Oh, and do lots of drugs: primarily stimulants, and only in pill form.
|Date:||December 7th, 2005 05:50 pm (UTC)|| |
So, you're intertpreting the lyric "hurt myself" as "dropped my cupcake on the floor"?
Or do you feel the song is being sung from the perspective of the cupcake?
Well, the lyrics are somewhat metaphorical. And honestly, you'd understand if you'd seen the cupcake.
Thank you! Someone that understands the song as I understand it!
Random side note: The icon that I'm using for this reply is of Trent singing Hurt at the October show in Madison :)
I always wondered where that icon was from.
Don't get me wrong -- Hurt is a depressing, weighty song, but Kyle's right: it becomes a thousand times more depressing and weighty when an old man is singing it.
|Date:||December 8th, 2005 05:09 am (UTC)|| |
Just reviewed the lyrics to both versions. Cash changed "crown of shit" to "crown of thorns", which makes perfect sense. The lack of vulgarity takes the anger out of the song, which makes room for even more depressing.
Oh, and "everyone I know goes away in the end" enters a whole new realm of heartbreaking when it's sung by a 71 year-old widower.
at the time she was still alive... however you are correct after her death it made the song a whole lot more heart breaking. The music video for it makes it even more heartbreaking.
I dropped my bagel pizza thing on the floor upside down like that once. It was painful.
Oh, you poor, poor woman. For the purposes of this conversation only, the only thing I can think of that's sadder than a frosted cupcake sans frosting is a pizza you can't eat.
Clearly you feel the Trent's savory misery, as do I, vicariously, through my bruised apples.
I opened up the freezer door, and the woosh, the apples came tumbling down. This irked me greatly, the swearing was imense, I almost caught the bag with my cat like reflexes, but the bag wasn't tied... so, they all fell over. I'm taking halvies on the blame... but I won't take the blame on them falling over in the first place
I'm willing to pay for said damaged apples. (I think we should put them in the veggies bin in the fridge.)
Tell you what: I'm gonna be home later tonight, so you might be in bed by the time I get there. If you want to do the vegetable drawers we can, but all the stuff in them is mine, and I need to figure out how to arrage it. Don't worry about paying for the apples. Now that I've vented, I think I can eat the worst ones over the next day or two, and the rest will be fine, especially if they stay in the fridge.
I don't work tommrow... so yeah maybe. I'm thinking that you can have the veggie bins because my veggies are zip locked. and the apples are small enough to fit on the top of the fridge, unless you want me to move them to somewheres else.
...and that's just weird. The bag was tied when I brought them home, and I didn't untie it... Did RJ do it? Did they come untied as they fell? Beats me. Like I said in my reply to the other comment, now that I've vented I'm fine. Don't worry about it.
|Date:||December 8th, 2005 04:31 am (UTC)|| |
There were apples?
|Date:||December 8th, 2005 04:33 am (UTC)|| |
Okay. So R.J. didn't do it. It's one o' them unsolved mysteries, like on the teevee.
|Date:||December 8th, 2005 06:16 am (UTC)|| |
The apples and stuff
I mean no offense, but this is the most entertaining boring conversation I've witnessed in a long time.
|Date:||December 8th, 2005 03:45 pm (UTC)|| |
I know who did it!
|Date:||December 8th, 2005 03:52 pm (UTC)|| |
Re: I know who did it!
We so have to record that song.
|Date:||December 8th, 2005 06:12 pm (UTC)|| |
|Date:||December 8th, 2005 09:22 pm (UTC)|| |
Re: Belushi! Belushi!
I'm sorry, but this will not be discussed between anybody but Ribs and myself until it reaches fruition.
|Date:||December 9th, 2005 05:18 am (UTC)|| |
Re: Belushi! Belushi!
You know, RJ you can log into your LJ account...