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My so-called new favorite band
Aug. 14th, 2006 01:30 amTery called me down to watch something she'd taped off Jay Leno for me. "Have you heard of the group '30 Seconds to Mars'? Because they're right up your alley." I humored her because, well, that's the kind of great girlfriend I am.
She knows me oh-so-well. They WERE right up my alley. Angsty, black-clad, with a dreamy lead singer who looked like a dark emo angel sent to save my soul. "Isn't the lead singer gorgeous?" she asked me, as if it wasn't indisputable. "I think he looks a lot like Jared Leto." I agreed, but said Jared Leto was probably old and fat now. "No, but wait. Leno says, 'Thank you, Jared' at the end. See?" I did see, but still insisted it was coincidence.
Well, one quick click over to Amazon instantly proved her right and me wrong. She gloated triumphantly, and justifiably so, as that doesn't happen very often in our house. As for Jared, it hardly seems fair that someone can start life so fantastically beautiful and just get even more so as he gets older. While I was at Amazon I bought both albums. It's not that I'm such an enormous Jared Leto fan (obviously, or his musical career, which dates back to 2002, wouldn't have been much of a surprise to me) but I really, really do love the music. Love at first listen, kind of like my infatuation with AFI (which isn't over just because there's a new man in my life. Don't cry, Davey).
At Tery's insistence I went over to YouTube to watch their surprisingly good video...yes, it's a blatant theft of The Shining, but that didn't stop me from watching it about 30 times the first day alone. I couldn't resist making some icons from it....the one on this post and its companion:
because I simply couldn't choose which scene I liked better (feel free to take, but please credit because my god, they were a lot of work). The video on YouTube has drawn some irrationally negative comments, like "Leto is a talentless dick," etc. Sheesh, hate the guy for trying to reinvent himself. No one bitched when Kevin Bacon or Russell Crowe picked up a guitar. They're no doubt jealous because I can guarantee they aren't nearly as good-looking as Jared. And talentless? Please. I stopped listening to the radio months and months and months ago because I can't take the crap they're playing that all sounds exactly the same. High record sales don't necessarily equal talent any more so much as carefully calculated marketing.
Speaking of personal reinvention, I've now worked two weekends at the vet job and I'm still enjoying it (i.e. 4 whole days and I'm not jaded yet!) Working totally alone all night is a large part of that. I really do work best alone. Tery had me come in to get trained on some basic vet tech skills like maintaining IV fluids, cleaning surgical instruments and dog restraint 101. Good thing because that night I had an 80-pound Irish setter literally on his deathbed in one room hooked to fluids, and a 1-day-old kitten with a gangrenous leg in another that had to be nursed constantly throughout the night (they both died the following day, through no fault of mine I'm told). Last night I had a chihuahua ("Beanz") who had surgery that I was supposed to temp every hour AND inject with painkillers. Everyone warned me he was really nasty and would bite me so I should muzzle him, but the poor thing was so groggy from anesthesia that he was no trouble at all. I even carried him out to pee and he nuzzled his face in my neck.
It was while taking care of this tiny little guy that I made a realization. Nursing sort of runs in my family....my mother has been doing it her whole life, and my little sister became one too after college. I realize I have those nurturing instincts as well, just not for humans. At one point I came in to check on Beanz and he was sitting bolt upright in his cage, looking miserable and shaking, after having been bundled up in towels all night to keep warm. I noticed the towels were wet and he had peed himself. This was the first time I tried picking him up and I was really nervous after all the warnings, but he just lay in my arms. When I changed the bedding and put him back under the dry towels, he let out the cutest little sigh, covered his head and fell back asleep instantly. That moment of providing comfort for a helpless animal felt more rewarding than anything I ever did in 14 years of inventory.
Sorry for getting all sappy and maudlin, but I need some way to justify my huge pay cut.
She knows me oh-so-well. They WERE right up my alley. Angsty, black-clad, with a dreamy lead singer who looked like a dark emo angel sent to save my soul. "Isn't the lead singer gorgeous?" she asked me, as if it wasn't indisputable. "I think he looks a lot like Jared Leto." I agreed, but said Jared Leto was probably old and fat now. "No, but wait. Leno says, 'Thank you, Jared' at the end. See?" I did see, but still insisted it was coincidence.
Well, one quick click over to Amazon instantly proved her right and me wrong. She gloated triumphantly, and justifiably so, as that doesn't happen very often in our house. As for Jared, it hardly seems fair that someone can start life so fantastically beautiful and just get even more so as he gets older. While I was at Amazon I bought both albums. It's not that I'm such an enormous Jared Leto fan (obviously, or his musical career, which dates back to 2002, wouldn't have been much of a surprise to me) but I really, really do love the music. Love at first listen, kind of like my infatuation with AFI (which isn't over just because there's a new man in my life. Don't cry, Davey).
At Tery's insistence I went over to YouTube to watch their surprisingly good video...yes, it's a blatant theft of The Shining, but that didn't stop me from watching it about 30 times the first day alone. I couldn't resist making some icons from it....the one on this post and its companion:
Speaking of personal reinvention, I've now worked two weekends at the vet job and I'm still enjoying it (i.e. 4 whole days and I'm not jaded yet!) Working totally alone all night is a large part of that. I really do work best alone. Tery had me come in to get trained on some basic vet tech skills like maintaining IV fluids, cleaning surgical instruments and dog restraint 101. Good thing because that night I had an 80-pound Irish setter literally on his deathbed in one room hooked to fluids, and a 1-day-old kitten with a gangrenous leg in another that had to be nursed constantly throughout the night (they both died the following day, through no fault of mine I'm told). Last night I had a chihuahua ("Beanz") who had surgery that I was supposed to temp every hour AND inject with painkillers. Everyone warned me he was really nasty and would bite me so I should muzzle him, but the poor thing was so groggy from anesthesia that he was no trouble at all. I even carried him out to pee and he nuzzled his face in my neck.
It was while taking care of this tiny little guy that I made a realization. Nursing sort of runs in my family....my mother has been doing it her whole life, and my little sister became one too after college. I realize I have those nurturing instincts as well, just not for humans. At one point I came in to check on Beanz and he was sitting bolt upright in his cage, looking miserable and shaking, after having been bundled up in towels all night to keep warm. I noticed the towels were wet and he had peed himself. This was the first time I tried picking him up and I was really nervous after all the warnings, but he just lay in my arms. When I changed the bedding and put him back under the dry towels, he let out the cutest little sigh, covered his head and fell back asleep instantly. That moment of providing comfort for a helpless animal felt more rewarding than anything I ever did in 14 years of inventory.
Sorry for getting all sappy and maudlin, but I need some way to justify my huge pay cut.
