Top albums that CHANGED my existance

Tool Ænima
Nine Inch Nails The Fragile
Tears for Fears Songs from the Big Chair
Beastie Boys Paul's Boutique
Bob Marley Legend
Queens of the Stone Age Queens of the Stone Age
Chemical Brothers Dig your own Hole
Beck Odelay
Pearl Jam Vs.
Trainspotting soundtrack
Smashing Pumpkins Siamese Dreams
Red Hot Chili Peppers Blood Sugar Sex Magik
Rage Against the Machine The Battle of Los Angeles
Jane's Addiction Ritual De Lo Habitual
Radiohead Kid A
Sublime 40 oz. to Freedom
Dinosaur Jr Where You Been

What is Puscifer?

The Sunday show started with Uncle Scratch's Gospel Revival who hollowed the name of the lord, megaphone voice and all...what a riot, bible thumping rocksters! “Give Me Back My Bible”

As their set ended the remaking of the stage began for the ultimate delicacy, Mr. Maynard and his crew. The Airstream trailer was unveiled and there were two drum kits, a campfire setting in the middle which was soon occupied by Uncle Scratch guys. There were 2 mics set up with screens that covered the mics, and well, there were cameras that gave live footabge of their usage on screen. Super cool effect with the almost fishbowl appearing images of Maynard and Juliette, whom occupied the mics during the evening.

A video feed started on the main video-screen showing Maynard inside of the trailer on his cell phone calling all of the Puscifer peeps reminding them about the third show; Tim Alexander in RN drag came out from under maynards legs (opps) We get a head shot of Maynard as he popped out of the trailer and then he was like, "what the fuck are all of these people doing outside of my trailer?” (on his phone). Looking rather paranoid.

A Major Douche video played warning not to use cameras or recording devices of any kind. It was super cool, during my scan, there was nil flashes or silly people with their arms in the air looking at the concert through their silly cameras, major props Keenan!

Maynard started out in jeans and a t-shirt and then changed into a black suit with red shirt, red tie and red socks. HUBBA HUBBA!!! He was all in his "Toolish" slither moves in the suit getup, I was goosebumping! Tim Alexander: DRUNK! Oh, and got spank raped by the singer from Uncle Scratch in the trailer. Lots of action. There was the chef from Simon serving up apps in the trailer as well as major Wine action among all parties there.

The videos were trippy! They featured talking dolls, talking vaginas, talking assholes, a cult and Bob, oh and infomercial segments with Mr. Show peeps. We had a wedding with the presiding Rev. Maynard Juliette and some dude. I was bummed there was no Milla.
The renditions of the track were all very unique compared to recorded songs on "V" is for Viagra and "V" is for Vagina.
Band for 2/15/09:
Maynard
Juliette
Jonny Polonski
Gil Sharone
Rani Sharone
Tim Alexander

quoted from Spin.com:

And Keenan himself was in fine voice, whether in affected baritone or the evocative tenor he often employs in his two other bands, Tool and A Perfect Circle. In fact, this was a rare opportunity to see the multi-faceted artist exhibit his every creative impulse at once. It might not have made total sense, but then again, harmony is the last thing you'd expect from Maynard James Keenan.

Setlist:
(Video segment #1)
(Skit)
"Sour Grapes"
"Rev 22:20"
"DoZo"
(Video segment #2)
"Drunk With Power"
"The Undertaker"
"Vagina Mine"
"Momma Sed"
(Video segment #3)
"Polar Bear"
"Trekka"
"Indigo Children"
"The Mission"
"Queen Bee"

Valentine's Day...aka love MYSELF day

So hey, today is Valentine's Day, and like most regular days I'm reflective on the fact that I'm in a serious relationship with myself, one that I would not augment in any way at all, but also reflective on the fact that everyone else is in a relationship with someone else. Yes, a generalization, but alas, a majority of those around me are. In one of my inward journeys today I thought, hey have I ever really had a valentine? I mean someone that I and he were totally twitterpated for? These days, i find myself twittering, but there's no pating going on. I can genuinely say that yes, I've had one TRUE valentine, (anything younger than college doesn't count) but really that's all. I was hyper-observant today of friends and lovers, and again thought, "have I ever had that?" Really, I honestly don't think so......it's funny, to actualize my past, what's it all been? Have I ever been in love? Seriously, have I? Blind, yes. In love? I really don't know. Now that those emotions have past, I now am slightly more focused on seeking something grand, encompassing, enlightening, and joyful. In a hurry? No way....but at the same time would be elated to find someone that made my heart race faster, my cheeks rosier, my life fuller. Have our live crossed? Is he right in front of me? Will I meet him tomorrow? Did I meet him in a previous life? Clueless....
I'm just going to continue my doings, not alter my destiny, and keep my eyes on the road.
I saw Slumdog Millionaire today. What a fantastic movie! It surely was written, as all is, and that is what I believe....
I am a very lucky girl to have many people who care in my life..to name and thank and adore a few on this day today: Mom and Dad, Sonia, Leighanne, Alli, Michael, Megan...thank you for your vday love.....
Tomorrow, Vegas bound, PUSCIFER BABY!!!!

"Beside You in Time"

I am all alone this time around
Sometimes on the side I hear a sound
Places parallel I know it's you
Feel the little pieces bleeding through
[Chorus:]
And on (And on)
This goes on (And on)
And on (And on)
And on (And on)
And on (And on)
And on (And on)
And on (And on)
And on (And on)
And on (And on)
This goes on (And on)
And on (And on)
And on (And on)
And on (And on)
And on (And on)
And on (And on)
And on (And on)
And on
Now that I've decided not to stay
I can feel me start to fade away
Everything is back where it belongs
I will be beside you before long
[Chorus]
[x2]
Oooh we will never die
Oooh Beside you in time

Nine Inch Nails

Finding Perfection

Quoting Tzvi Freeman:

(The Rebbe's response to a girl who wanted to leave her school for what she thought to be a better one:)

You have to begin with the knowledge that there is nothing perfect in this world. Our job is not to hunt down perfection and live within it. It is to take whatever broken pieces we have found and sew them together as best we can.

Gym etiquette

Some great tips from MSNBC.com, and my own 2 cents....

— Smell nice, but not too nice. Wash your workout clothes every time, and wear deodorant. Avoid heavy perfume and cologne.
Yes, please please please do not come in the gym at 5:30 in the morning smelling like you are goin clubbing, it's suffocating and I have difficulty running.

— Don’t hog the equipment. Follow time limits on the cardio machines, and allow others to work in on the weight machines between your sets.
Yes, especially the walkway, trainers...you do not own the gym, we all need to share..stop running your peeps down the thoroughfare..we can't get by!

— Get to class on time. If you’re late, enter quietly and take a spot at the back of class.
This is for your own benefit....max it out!

— Practice weight control. Don’t drop the weights. When you’re done, put them away.
People are not your maids.

— Keep it quiet. No blasting your music, singing, grunting, screaming or talking loudly on your cell phone.
Guys, no sexy moans please, it's not a turn on at alllll!

— Don’t ogle. It’s rude, and not everyone is looking to make a love connection at the gym.
Yes, you are together, and no, I'm not interested....

— Clean up after yourself. In a perfect world, you would wipe off anything you touch with sanitizer. At the very least, clean up that swamp you left on the exercise bike.
I deal with enough bodily fluids at work thank you!

— Don’t be a diva. You don’t own any particular spot in class. So be flexible, follow instructions and respect those around you.
Nor do you own a particular machine.....

oh, and I love this quote:

oftentimes, the way people behave at the gym is similar to their behavior outside of the gym, says Gottsman.  So the person who's rude at the gym is likely to be the one of the people cutting in line at the coffee shop or screaming at a kid's soccer coach.