No one uses link buttons anymore. . .
Ok, I rarely use link buttons, and insist on putting them in entries, rather than the sidebar. Told you I wasn't a real blogger.
There would be a joke here, based on comments in the Slashdot thread on Rebecca Blood's The Weblog Handbook, but I just can't work with that material. Insulting those people would be like kicking a kitten.
Any road up, OnHerOwn.net, an actual Ani Difranco fan site if you couldn't tell from the button, includes a wallpaper gallery. Me, I like the one from Caitlin. Not enough to use it -- screen's usually way too cluttered to see the background anyway -- but, y'know, the dreads don't look that bad.
Am tempted to use the one with the green hair.
This worries me slightly.
It's been years now and I still can't get used to Ani with hair at all, actually. But look! The wallpapers would have us believe she's always had hair!
This unimportant non-sequitur brought to you by me.
Non-sequitur?
Here?
You're adorable, you know that?
One of the collages has the cover photo from her first cd.
Which, um, I don't recognize, because I certainly don't have a copy of such a thing.
I gave it to my younger sis, the ingrate.
I have to confess, I actually prefer her older stuff, by a long shot.
A couple years back, I went to an Ani show here, and I -- forgive me -- left early. I just wasn't that hot on the newer stuff, and seeing Ani in a crowd of shiny Hilfiger-dudded college kids, without any Lesbian Avengers even, was just more than I could take. It made me mighty depressed.
I drank whiskey after, I did.
Straight, even.
For the record, calling me adorable scores you massive points. Dinner tomorrow will now be extra yummy.
sorry, i hate her music, but i, too, am tempted by the green hair, and i too, am a bit concerned about this...
überchick, I think it's the combination of the hair and the eye shadow. Or maybe just the tattoo.
Heather, was this the show at Northrup? I remember seeing frat boys, and wondering at what point the world had gone mad.
Um, my sister dragged me to the show. Drove up special from Milwaukee to drag me. Damn her.
None of which explains why I was listening to "Not A Pretty Girl" earlier today, but I'm sure I can blame her for that, too.
Remind me tomorrow. I might have come up with something by then.
It was in St. Paul at some big park thang not too far from the animal shelter and some cheap motels. The Energy Park? Is that what that is?
Forgive my being hazy: St. Paul and I did not get on well, and I've been trying to repress all memories.
Think that's the right name. Rarely visit St. Paul except for Ruminator Books myself.
You can say "cracka ass cracka" here, you know. We're very hard to offend.