Look out Stagger Lee

I have had several comments about the blog title- basically, what does it mean and where does it come from?

It comes from...the Grateful Dead! Stagger Lee is a folk villain featured in murder ballads and other tales (thanks Brian!). Here are the lyrics to the Dead's version of the story:

1948, Xmas eve, with a full moon over town
Stagger Lee shot Billy DeLions
And he blew that poor boy down.
Do you know what he shot him for?
What do you make of that?
Cause Billy DeLions threw the lucky dice
Won Stagger Lee's Stetson hat.

Bayo, Bayo, tell me how can this be?
You arrest the girls for turning tricks
But you're scared of Stagger Lee.
Stagger Lee is a madman and he shot my Billy D.
Bayo go get him or give the job to me.

Delia DeLions, dear sweet Delia-D
How the hell can I arrest him? He's twice as big as me.
Well don't ask me to go downtown, I won't come back alive [no more].
Not only is that mother big but he packs a .45 [four].

Bayo, Delia said, just give me a gun
he shot my Billy dead now I'm gonna see him hung.
She went into the DeLion's club through Billy DeLions blood
Stepped up to Stagger Lee at the bar,
Said, "Buy me a gin fizz, love."

As Stagger Lee lit a cigarette she shot him in the balls
Blew the smoke off her revolver, had him dragged to city hall
Bayo, Bayo, see you hang him high
He shot my Billy dead and now he's got to die.

Delia went a walking down on Singapore Street
A three-piece band on the corner played "Near My God to Thee"
But Delia whistled a different tune, what tune could it be?

The song that woman sung was "Look Out Stagger Lee".
The song that Delia sung was "Look Out Stagger Lee".

Yeah Delia! Now, don't read too much into this. The theme I wanted as the take-away message for this blog is just a general sense of girls kicking ass. Hell yeah.

P.S. It's gonna snow!!!

Now what do you make of that?

Hair day and snakes

The archaeologist and I often communicate through gmail chat. However, one of the primary drawbacks of internet communication is the lack of voice cues.

Yesterday, after he was telling me he'd just gotten a hair cut.

Brian: yeah

I hope you like it

me: um...

did you do something other than getting it trimmed?

Brian: what?

I got a mohawk

me: hahahaha

:-p

Brian: I'll make sure it's spiked when I come over tonight although I didn't dye it b/c I don't know what color you like

me: i can't tell if you're serious or not

... really

Brian: yeah

bet you can't wait to see it

Indeed. This conversation is funny because if you know the archaeologist, you could probably picture him with a mohawk (he can totally pull off the sexy punk-rocker black-boots-leather-jacket wallet-on-a-chain-look). Actually, it might just be funny to me... in that case, sorry. But the point is, internet chat makes it sometimes difficult to detect if people are serious or just fucking with you. Luckily, he was just messing with me. I have nothing against mohawks, but I just don't think it would look as good on the archaeologist as his current haircut.

Anyway. Enough about hair.

Went to see SNAKES ON A MUTHAFUCKING PLANE yesterday for the 10 pm show and had a fantastic time! I would recommend this movie for anyone with a sense of humor. However, I think that there were multiple factors contributing to the experience last night.

1. The movie is hilarious in a bad-B-movie sense, but also in its own right as a kick-ass ridiculous action movie. I was envisioning something along the lines of Airplane! but it was more like... I don't even know.
2. We had pre-gamed for about an hour and packed beverages.
3. The atmosphere was rowdy- the theatre was packed with college kids who had all apparently seen the movie before and knew all of the good Samuel Jackson quotes, and everybody was just having a great time yelling at the screen.

She can fly like a lie, she can't be outdone

Sleeping in and Harry Potter

I should have slept in this morning.

Every morning I find it difficult to get out of bed. It doesn't matter what time- it would be tough to get up even if I had to be at work at 8 instead of 7. My new alarm clock doesn't help either- it has an amazing snooze feature that makes it really easy to ignore the alarm. But today was worse than usual. I was in the middle of a very intense Harry Potter dream- Harry and Malfoy were dueling in a house, and Harry was losing, but then Harry put Malfoy in a headlock and was going to town with the non-verbal hexes. I think he used sectum-sempra and some petrifying hexes.

I usually can't remember my dreams very well, and I'm sure that the only reason I can remember this much is that exactly at the moment when Malfoy started reeling from the multiple hexes, I was interrupted. Damn alarm clock. Not only did it interrupt an action-packed dream, but it felt like midnight, not 6:15 am. Ugh.

I made it out of bed after something like 6 snoozes...and parked at our building by 7:10. Unfortunately, I lack the 6th sense that would warn me when everyone else is later than me. I was alone in the office until about 7:30, and all I could think about was...

...I could have slept for another half-hour...

MOVIE: Speaking of Harry Potter, if you like Stephen Lynch, you should check out this link, it's fucking hysterical. Harry Potter-what's he doing??? Caution- slightly twisted adult humor not suitable for children.

You keep me up just one more night, I can't sleep here no more.