Hell's Headphone S'more

I started to get sick of some of the tunes on my 'pod, so I've been browsing and downloading lately. Here's my pick-o-the-week:



The track of note is "Zero". And it goes a little somethin' like this:

My reflection, dirty mirror
There's no connection to myself
I'm your lover, I'm your zero
I'm the face in your dreams of glass
So save your prayers
For when we're really gonna need'em
Throw out your cares and fly
Wanna go for a ride?

She's the one for me
She's all I really need
Cause she's the one for me
Emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness
And cleanliness is godliness, and god is empty just like me
Intoxicated with the madness, I'm in love with my sadness
Bullshit fakers, enchanted kingdoms
The fashion victims chew their charcoal teeth
I never let on, that I was on a sinking ship
I never let on that I was down
You blame yourself, for what you can't ignore
You blame yourself for wanting more
She's the one for me
She's all I really need
She's the one for me
She's my one and only

I was never into Smashing Pumpkins while they were still together. Just like Nirvana, I've jumped on the bandwagon far late. But, Gerard (you know who he is by now, right?) was mentioning that one of MCR's influences was Smashing Pumpkins and I thought he was pulling a Billy Corrigan when he bleached his hair. It scared me for a moment. Well anyway, I'd liked the SP songs on the radio, so decided to LimeWire a few tracks. It's kickin' my arse. So, listen to this song and get your arse kicked already!

Undead From Hell

Am I the only person out here who would prefer having to deal with zombies to dealing with snow? That's why Neko will be staying at her desk during her lunch hour today. No zombies.

She's Going To Hell for That One

I got this in one of those joke string emails people pass around at work. It cracked me up though:

Mother Superior called all the nuns together and said to them, "I must tell
you all something. We have a case of gonorrhea in the convent."

"Thank God," said an elderly nun at the back. "I'm so tired of chardonnay."

Effin' classic.

Hell's Headphones

I was listening to this on my iPod this morning, as I stumbled my way to the office in a pre-coffee daze. My favorite track off the album is Lunacy Fringe.

Wake up
My love
Never thought you'd make me, break me
Now I'm up from below
Such a brilliant star you are
And will your love keep burning baby
Burn a hole right through my eyes
All these short times feel like no time
I thought you ought to know

I'm so far gone now I been running on empty
I'm so far gone now
Do you wanna take me on? [x2]

Do, Do you, Do you know?
Do you know how long I've waited?
To look up from below,
Just to find someone like you?
And will your love light burn me baby?
Burn a hole right through my heart
I think I might just trust you, maybe
But I'm not sure
I'm not sure I wanna know

I'm so far gone now I been running on empty
I'm so far gone now
Do you wanna take me on?

I'm so far gone now I been running on empty
I'm so far gone now
Do you wanna take me on? [x2]

Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa
I think you could make me girl
Could make me and take my life
I know you could break me girl
Take all of me
All of me, yeah hey

Wake up
My love
Never thought you'd make me, break me
Now I'm up from below
Such a brilliant star you are

I'm so far gone now I been running on empty
I'm so far gone now
Do you wanna take me on?

I'm so far gone I been running on empty
I'm so far gone now
Do you wanna take me on? [x2]

I dig this song. It's got a good rythm and sympathetic lyrics. The Used is a good show to see live. They sound just like the do on the album and Greg is just a big, happy fool. (it's probably the drugs) Anyway, that's my music "pick-o-the-week"!

Meanderings from the Mind of Hell

As I rushed to the train this morning, I passed the area where the busses dock. There was a man who looked frantic as he patted his jacket pockets and then his pant pockets. He appeared to be looking for his bus pass or fare and I had the sudden desire to be able to provide him with it as I walked by. Then, I thought to myself, “Wouldn’t it be grand to go through life providing people with just what they needed as you pass?” Some change here, a shoulder there, tie a shoe, rescue a puppy. It reminded me of the Coke commercial I’ve seen lately. The ad begins just like a video game; Grand Theft Auto style. Instead of running over people and smashing mailboxes, the driver jumps out of the car and does a string of good deeds. People sing, hot dog venders dance, and “give a little love” plays over it all.

My next thought was that it would take a large amount of money to be able to pull off the good-fairy routine. Or super powers. Well, Superheroes run around helping people, don’t they? But why?? Is it out of a genuine love for mankind, or do they just like showing off? Maybe they like using their powers so much that they jump at every opportunity. Look at Superman. His alter ego is Clark Kent. Nerdy, clumsy…it’s Superman’s impression of what men are like. So, doesn’t that mean he’s got a low opinion of our race? In that case, maybe he does like showing off.

I suppose that if I had superpowers, I’d be a super villain.

To The Bottom Of It In Hell

I did some sleuthing and discovered that the Nestle Purina Pet Care Company, (which is what I think that Purina dog food plant is) is located approximately 3.8 miles from my current location. It's Northwest of here. A quick check of the weather pattern this morning revealed that the wind was blowing Southeast. So, indeed, I'm almost sure it was dog food I smelled this morning. I hope the wind changed directions. I am a little disturbed to find that Nestle and Purina are associated. I don't think I'll be eating anything from Nestle from now on. (chocolate covered dog food?)

The Scent of Brimstone in Hell

How in tune is your sense of smell? I’d say mine is acute. Heat up a meal and, without looking, I can tell you what the ingredients are. Sniff….that’s rice…and sniff…that must be garlic…a little tomato….cilantro…I can only smell it if it’s warm.

This morning at the train station, it smelled like rain. I tried to tell if it was the smell of rain already fallen or rain to come. I like the smell of rain. When I left the train downtown the smell was dog food. Gross. It was heavy and permeating. Gag.

Ever wonder where the weird smells out there are coming from? Sometimes it’s obvious, like the smell of cooked pork wafting from the rib joint down the block. There’s a sub shop called Jimmy John’s on the street. They always smell like bread. I’d enjoy the smell, except that I think it’s artificial. I have a suspicion that it’s manufactured and pumped out through some unseen air duct. It’s not natural anyway.

But the dog food? Where the Hell did that come from? And so much of it too. There’s a Purina plant near the highway, but that must be 30 miles away at least. I’m going to mapquest and see if I can find out exactly how far. Then, maybe I’ll hit the Weather Channel and find out which way the wind was blowing. Could it have been wafting from the plant, or did someone just dump a huge load of dog food somewhere?

What the Hell Have I Gotten Myself Into?

I’ve had my head up my ass lately. My room’s a mess, my diet’s gone to shit, and I’m once again spending money like it’s flying out of my ass. (although it obviously isn’t because my head’s up there) I’ve been dating someone and it’s a sticky situation.

See, he’s real nice to me. He’s brought me roses and had my nails done. He’s got a nice car and a house to himself. He treats me all the time and he’s real sweet. Problem is, I’m just not into him anymore (read “after the first date”). The other problem is, last night he just about said ‘those three little words’. I shut him up before he had the chance. Jesus, 3 dates and already he’s offering to co-sign on loans and shit. It’s too bad that I feel sick every time he touches me. I loathe him despite his generosity.

I’ve definitely been on the flip side of this coin. I finally understand why those certain few guys just up and ran. I’d up and run too. I want to up and run. But, I don’t want to break his heart. I know it’s going to happen anyway, so I’d better do it now before things get any worse. I am afraid that he’s going to stalk me, or try to hurt me. And, having already been through that experience, it’s not something I’d like to repeat. Eeesh. I guess I’m being punished again for chasing boys. Do I ever learn? Maybe the point of this one is to teach me about being too eager in relationships.

In other news, I went to see Single File on Saturday night. They’re locals that kick. Other bands playing were Box 3, The Hanks, and Saving Verona. The Hanks were bitchin’!! I’d heard of them, but never seen them or heard their music. They cooked it up on stage that night. Lead singer = really cute. I didn’t see Saving Verona, because I was too busy doing the groupie thing with The Hanks. I got them all to sign my tie. I had the school-girl outfit on. While trying to help the band pack their instruments (you can put that trombone right here, mister!), I met a dude who works with a record company. He was cute in a Rivers Cuomo kind of way and I told him as much. We hung out for the rest of the show and I got his number. No making out, unfortunately. However, I DID get Singe File to sign my underwear!!! Corey (= another hottie lead singer) said, “That’s kinda hot.” I think I said, “So are you.” I wish I’d stuck around a little longer with those guys. Why are band guys so fucking hot??!!

Baaaaaaaaah Hell!

When Neko wears high heels, she feels like a mountain goat, click-clacking around on black, pointy hooves. She would feel like a sexy mountain goat if she were a little more coordinated and not in so much pain. Neko is a lame and unsexy mountain goat. She should have worn stockings this morning so her feet wouldn't rub their skin off on the new faux-leather. However, she hasn't done laundry in forever and her office has lost it's appreciation of her fancy sock collection. Neko doesn't own "panty hose". Mountain goats don't wear panty hose anyway.

Neko has a theory that her method of blogging about herself in the third person is a way for her to distance herself from her emotions. Neko would pay herself for therapy if she wasn't so fucking crazy. She contstantly argues and reasons with herself in her head, even about little insignificant things that don't matter to anyone but her. It's just a way she tortures herself, unintentional as it may be. Neko is looney-tunes.

My Hellish Romance

If you don't know already, Neko is an obsessive My Chemical Romance fan ~ to the extreme even. She cremes her panties every time Gerard Way flexes an eyebrow or his picture is on the cover of a new magazine. Neko actually got to meet the band on Sunday. All of them except for Ray Toro. Neko cried. Neko got autographs. She subjected herself to hours of being crushed and trampled on, so she could be close to the stage. She loves Gerard more than ever now, if that were possible. Neko thinks that next to Gerard, every other man looks like a sack of puke. This makes it very hard to find dates. After Sunday, Neko has been very depressed. Neko hates her fucking life and wishes she could be next to Gerard 24/7. She knows it's probably a sickness. She knows she's pathetic, but she also knows she's not the only one who's ever been in love with someone she couldn't be with.

Ignore the Hell Outta This