Since We’re All Talking Lyrical Revisions

I thought I’d take the opportunity to break out an oldie from back in 2010. Reposted in full. It’s my content, I can do what I want 😉

So a few of the gun bloggers decided to re-write some holiday classics. And I decided to sing them.

Oh yes I did. Remember, I’m a professional.

First up, Tam and Bobbi’s re-write of The Christmas Song

Michael joined me for Rudolph the Tasty Reindeer. Mostly my re-write with some GBC help.

And finally, Jay’s 12 Days of Gunnie Christmas.

Yep, I skipped day 6 altogether and then totally flubbed 12. 3rd take. Sorry, I wasn’t doing it again. That one is freaking long!

Hmm, I’ve got better recording equipment now. Maybe I should revisit these.

Go visit Squeaky for The Fun Show song. You know what it takes to be a well-trained vocalist? A lot of work, dedication, and madness. Probably an extra helping or two of madness. How many of you had teachers reach out and press on your diaphragm? Or hand you a chalk board to carry around to communicate because they’ve put you on a week of vocal rest (no talking at all)? And don’t even get me started on vocal drills and warm-ups*.

Yeah, I know exactly how hard Squeaky worked to be the vocalist she is, and she did this as a gift for a friend. To have someone rip off her labor of love is unforgivable. And not only hers, but Tam’s words and Ambulance Driver’s work. Not that I’ve ever sent any traffic to the site which will not be named, but I ask that you spread the word and starve them of attention.

And don’t forget, Dan Zimmerman. Intellectual Property Thief. Dead Hooker Magazine.

*Just try saying “One black bug bled black bug blood; the other black bug bled blue,” repeatedly. Get faster each time. One of my voice teachers had me sing it.

Dan Zimmerman. Intellectual property thief. Dead Hooker Magazine.

Quoted in full for the sake of the search engines. The incomparable Roberta X

Dan Zimmerman, widely held to be a longtime intellectual property thief and, I am given to understand, founder of Dead Hooker Magazine, has stolen Tam’s “Fun Show Song” and posted the lovely video made as a Christmas present for Tam by Ambulance Driver and Squeaky and posted it over at TTAG, the other sink of iniquity and inequity with which he is associated, utterly without attribution to anyone but himself.

Other than polite reminders (already issued) and the distant possibility of lawyering up — Tam’s a writer and her stock in trade is the unique groupings of words she creates — there’s not a whole lot that can be done.

But there is one thing.  Cato famously ended every speech he made in the Roman Senate with “Carthage must be destroyed,” even if all he was talking about was proclaiming Junior Vestal Day.  The phrase I’d like you to remember and to post all over the Internet is “Dan Zimmerman. Intellectual property thief.Dead Hooker Magazine.”  And good morning, search engines!

People! Make with the clicky over at Roberta’s place.

Moved!

If you are seeing this, then this website has successfully migrated to a new host (Which is actually the old host I left 3 years ago. The grass was decidedly not greener.). Please let me know if you stumble across any weirdness. Website weirdness. Jennifer weirdness is to be expected.

I’m Thankful for You

All of you. The liberals, the conservatives, the anarchists, the libertarians, the Christians, the atheists, the pro-this, the anti-that, the men, the women, the undecided, the gay, the straight, the flexible. All of you. If I missed your label(s), good. Because although I have at least one friend that would fit under each of those, you people defy labels and boxes. You are more and I’m so very glad. Not one of my friends is a mirror of my own beliefs. You make me think and consider views beyond my own and make me a better person.

Thank you for being you.

That’s Right! I Promised You Baby Birds!

So I got a little delayed with that. Sorry. Here are your birds.

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This is a baby cardinal that recently hatched at my in-laws house. I think I will call him Stanley.

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I think the various and sundry blog issues have been sorted. Please let me know if you run into any issues.

Also, I got to experience a silent migraine. No stars. I do not recommend this experience. Will not be ordering again.

Apparently, Comments are still broken

Feel free to email if you see any additional issues. Hopefully, we’ll get this all sorted soon. There’s always the nuke it option. I have my archives backed up.

I’ll share baby birds or something tomorrow.

Hi! So, This Site Was Hacked

Actually, everything on our account with the web host was hacked. So if you saw some…er…unsavory links popping up in headers, that wasn’t me. I hope you didn’t follow any of those links. I’m not here to judge you or your proclivities, but I’m sure those links were not what they promised and probably carried all sorts of BTDs (Browsing Transmitted Disease).

It was ugly and annoying. It should be fixed now. You may notice that SiteLock badge in the lower left. Yeah, they de-loused it for me. Yes, I could have done it myself, but frankly I just didn’t want to screw with it. Besides, they assure me that they are guarding the henhouse for me.

The whole mess fubar ‘d my theme so I’ll be experimenting with some new and different looks around here. If you love/hate something, let me know. Screenshots would be helpful as I’m likely to be wrenching pretty quickly so comments to the effect of ‘this looks cool/like crap’ won’t help without a reference point. You can email me at Jennifer AT injennifershead DOT com.

I’ve been busy. Work is insane lately. But my boss and I got together with one of the internal auditors and a couple of interns and did a thing. I don’t have everyone’s permission to share the thing with the whole of the internets, but I’ll share some pictures. I’ll update if I get the go-ahead. Yeah, it’s a song. It’s silly. I’ve done better vocal work, but this was tremendously fun.

I told the interns my Made in England Doc Martens are older than they are. The internal auditor commented that they were cute and wanted to know where I’d gotten them. I answered, “The Ninety’s.”

Here, have a behind the scenes pic just because.

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And one more of our silly selves posing in front of the building

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We are GAAP (Generally Accepted Accounting Personnel). Comin’ Atcha!

Here’s hoping I can get back to a more regular posting schedule.

Uncluttering

My life has been over-cluttered, not just with the things I’ve collected that are scattered about my house (although that’s certainly an issue), but with too many distractions and influences that aren’t really adding to my quality of life. It’s time I do something about it.

No, I’m not about to do some mass Facebook unfriending, but there will be some. If you are reading this, you aren’t likely to be on the chopping block, particularly if we interact on a regular basis. Quite honestly, that paring down process has already begun, but I seriously doubt those that have been cut have noticed.

I’m simplifying my feedreader. I just don’t have the time or inclination to read each and every blog currently listed there. I find more and more often that I am hitting the mark as read button anyway. Again, those that will be removed aren’t likely to notice as I probably haven’t been interacting with them already.

And yeah, stuff. I have books that I haven’t gotten around to reading that I probably never will. I have half-finished projects that I should really be honest about and pass on. I have too many “things that may come in handy someday.” So many, in fact, that if someday ever came, I’d never find them.

I want my house to a place where I can welcome my friends. I can’t do that today. And I want my relationships to be real and interactive. I have no need for drama and gossip in my life. It doesn’t enrich my life or make me a better person.

Why should I even tell you this? I don’t know. Few, if any, of you will even be affected. If I suddenly vanish from your friends list and you miss me, message me. I probably cut you off by mistake. That is not my intent.

My intent is a refocus on what is really important. I saw so many people who I really care about this weekend, most of whom had fallen out of touch. I met their children that I didn’t even know existed. I saw the devastation on the other side of my city where people lost their homes and all their stuff. Nobody cared about the stuff. They were just glad to be alright and able to be together.

I want more of that and less clutter. I want to shoot more, both firearms and photographs. And I want to share it all with the people who really matter. People that are a real part of my life, both online and off.

Am I going to stop blogging? Fat chance, you aren’t getting rid of me that easily! Hopefully, I’ll blog more. I want the conversation. The real conversations rather than the drive by kind. And hey! We’ve made some tasty food that I need to share with you all.