Little does Mrs. Bollwitt know that she was ultimately, if I take you back to the beginning, the inspiration for the first new scan since February 2006 and it seems as though not much has changed - I had the vision and got it first go. If I don’t get it first go I normally don’t get it. I’ll have fun wasting a bunch of time trying to get better ones but it normally comes back to my first go at it.

WAY back in the day because someone asked me to, I did a post on EXACTLY how I scan myself it is here and I think you should check it out as I am still using the same scanner but you get to see my arms with no tattoos on them and my old crappy computer. I personally like my arms better WITH tattoos but that is just me. And just in case anyone is wondering I have yet to ever use any photoshopping on any of my scans I do all the color changing etc. with the scanner options before I push the FINAL scan button.

Rebecca told me that if you searched “Corinna” in Google that I was on the first page or something like that and I didn’t think it was a big deal because it isn’t a very common spelling, most go with the double rr long story short I Google myself with just my first name and there it is and the number of pages of us was admittedly larger than I thought it would be. Of course I have Googled various variations of my name but oddly never just my first.

I forget about it.

I was getting ready to go out last Saturday with one of my keeping it old school BFF(s) Spockette and I remembered what Rebecca had told me so I told Adam to search me and I sort of knew what was coming but I just waited……. and my premonition came true and he asked, “did you look at the images?”

“Some of them.” [insert innocent chuckle]

By the time I got to the computer he was pages into the images.

“Not one of you.”

“Oh, I know it’s hilarious, it is all pron.”

There are lots of hot naked chicks out there named “Corinna” with really big nice boobs that I wish I had and they were all in braids. And I used to rock pigtails and pigtail braids a lot back in my early 20’s so I thought whatever JUST because I am ALMOST 31 does not mean I can’t rock braids anymore so I wore braids all day. SWEET. THANK YOU PRON for busting me out of my, ‘oh so boring hair’ wearing ways. Lately I have been doing much cooler things with my hair but I’m still not like I used to be but I also don’t have a live in girly girl anymore either.

I have never been a fan of Memes or tagging people to do them or being tagged but I have a hard time resisting the book and music ones.

Jerk with a camera [JWC] never tagged me but it is the irresistible music-ness of it that locked me in. For the Meme I am to list my top five favourite musical artists and then list my top five favourite songs from each one. Mentioned just recently in this post keeping the same top five list of anything for more than a few hours, days, weeks if I’m lucky is hard for me. If I was ever faced with a REAL LIFE TOP FIVE DECISION BIG BROTHER SAYS YOU MUST CHOOSE. I’d be fooked.

The first four in NO particular order are SET IN STONE. The songs not so much but I’ll do my best to pick my favs or most listened to. The fifth artist I am finding near impossible to decide on.

NEKO CASE

Runnin’ Out of Fools [Blacklisted, 2002]
Margaret vs. Pauline [Fox Confessor Brings the Flood, 2006]
Favorite [The Tigers Have Spoken, 2004]
We’ve Never Met [Furnace Room Lullaby, 2000]
Set Out Running [Furnace Room Lullaby, 2000]

Tool

The Pot [10,000 Days, 2006]
Eulogy [Aenima, 1996]
Parabola [Lateralus 2001]
Aenima [Aenima, 1996]
Intolerance [Undertow, 1993]

Tori Amos

Putting The Damage On [Boys for Pele, 1996]
Glory of the 80’s [To Venus and Back, 1999]
Taxi Ride [Scarlet’s Walk, 2002]
Cruel [From The Choirgirl Hotel, 1998]
Crucify [Little Earthquakes, 1991]

John Denver

Matthew
Rockey Mountain High
Annie’s Song
Take Me Home Country Roads
Some Days Are Diamonds (some days are stones)

This last one is SO HARD FOR ME I think I am going to keep with the trend of Artists I have seen live and pick:

The Dixie Chicks

Not Ready to Make Nice [Taking The Long Way, 2006]
Everybody Knows [Taking The Long Way, 2006]
Cowboy Take Me Away [Fly, 1999]
Travelin’ Soldier [Home, 2002]
Hello Mr. Heartache [Fly, 1999]

1 through 25 from the First Quarter of 100 things about me can be found by clicking on this long line of green text.

You will likely want to review it because I started it a long time ago, like before I moved to Wordpress even.

So here goes:

26. The first concert I went to after moving to Vancouver was Jewel.
27. I try to dance every day and not just with Ellen.
28. My first concert t-shirt was that of the one and only Neko Case, as Aughra so nicely put it, “you and that shirt! Man.”
29. I do not use fabric softener. I do when I go home to my parents place though because then when I get back home it reminds me of home, my father has used the same kind for as long as I can remember.
30. I have a change sorter and save ALL of my change. [our rolled change payed for all of our tips on our honeymoon, saving change RULES]
31. I initially over react to almost everything but am actually very level headed.
32. I have ALWAYS spelled words how they sound and thus do not spell good.
33. As exhibit A. B. C. and D. clearly show, I am a hand talker extraordinaire for life.
34. I’m often referred to as a ‘childless soccer mom’ by my friends because I rarely leave home without an assorted combination of pain relief drugs, Purell [mini], Tide to Go, Band aids, hand cream [mini], lip balm and gloss, O.B. tampons [regular and super], a pen, hair ties and let us not forget the Visine. This is my purse it all fits nicely inside a small makeup bag.
35. I have very bad balance stemming from two serious issues with my inner ears, one self inflicted one not.
36. I have sensitive everything.
37. If you think you are more clumsy than me then I challenge you to a clumsy contest.
38. I have an irrational fear of the wind.
39. As a pre-teen and teen, I got pounded, beat up, bullied [whatever you prefer to call it] to the point of bruised skin on and off my face, split lips and an eventual first attempt at suicide that landed me in the hospital for a week. [some of that one is known but my depression and therapy category is a mess]
40. I have not worn a watch in years.
41. I do not own a scale because I refuse to become any more obsessed with weight beyond what I consider normal.
42. I have an extremely vivid imagination and am prone to exaggerate.
43. I don’t even want to admit how often I get in the shower with one of the following still on my person: my glasses, a tampon and my personal favourite, my underwear.
44. I stand up for myself and those I love at all costs.
45. I love the word plethora.
46. There is my life before Guitar Hero and then there is my life after Guitar Hero.
47. I cry at and over everything, seeing a friend WIN on TV, say on CBC’s Test the Nation last Sunday, commercials, TV shows, movies, vacation, SPORTS, CONCERTS, music in general, telling stories and etc.
48. I think about taking GG down at least once a day.
49. I am not easy to be friends with.
50. I yearn to learn how to be an affectionate person without using words.

Yesterday Adam and I attended our first photo walk hosted by Duane, we recently purchased ourselves a new camera for Christmas. Adam has spent some time reading the manual and playing around with it. I had been using the bare bones settings like ’sport mode’ and just hoping for good photos. Yesterday I tried some new settings and new girlfriend Miranda who is a great professional photographer started to show me the ropes. Thanks to Reilly and John for giving me some tips as well.

This was a late afternoon early evening meet up at the beach around English Bay.

The entire set can be viewed here [Beach Photo Walk].

Adam now has his own Flickr page it is called [abcIV] you can invite him as a friend there, now that we have a camera that takes awesome photos we are going to credit each other and stuff unless it is obvious. He also attended the photo walk yesterday you can view his photos here [Pho-To Wok].

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Here are a some other shots that have been taken with the new camera. Should be a lot of fun learning how to use it and furthering myself into nerdville.

I am ALL ABOUT MY NINJA SOCKS RIGHT NOW. I am still trying to find some sweet knee high Unicorn ones that are NOT purple.

Allow me to begin this year in review type post with a little something i like to call ‘i have a shitty memory’ as a foreword, or something. 2007 was so freaking thick it seemed more like 3 years two months and seven days instead of just a regular year. maybe thats why im feeling so nervous right now, like the contents of the last twelve months are really worth sharing and re-living. when you work like a bastard for something that might not even exist like hope or an idea or just nature you cant measure progress or quantify how successful you are becoming because the process of becoming is the end that wont end. it seems to me old fashioned to take stock of your life at the end of december, but that makes it hard to do otherwise so why not turn off the meter now? its been a betty of a year.

Keira-Anne on flickr Foto

i dont like the tone of that paragraph. i dont know where to start, or what to communicate. i feel like punching a picture of dan brown. i suppose the most important part is that were all still here. the most important statistic of all is whether your site is alive or not. every url contributes to the topography of the world tho we cant touch it we have conceptualized a new home that became a community and a country then a new world. this could be described as a conservation of energy and by re-enacting those significant moments that were shared and affected by the people and computers in this world the energy will return to the people and computers because the feelings didnt fade like our footprint that will always be here crossing and gathering infinitely.
(punching back cover of Davinci Code).

Tony Pierce on flickr Foto

i would like to thank ayebody who this last year has accepted me for my wooden-nickel self because of your respect for ol chokey. you are shining examples of humanity. i might feign resistance to technology, but that doesnt mean im not completely humbled by the world of computing. i love that the blog medium uses its powers for good, that means that every one of youz is making positive changes to real people and minds, and that your propensity will return to sustain you back. i am still shocked and awed that ol CJ Hixon flew a plane all the way from heafrow airport to rainy ol vancouver just to see the Greeper. you know what that means? that means that sometimes Dateline is WRONG STOSSEL people who you meet on the internet wont kill you unless theyre already a psycho the internet has very little to do with it. as you can see, CJ refrained from killing myself, my wife and the cat. that’s adam 3, Stossel 0. put that in yer moustache.

see instead of the murders, what happened was that by this peppy young lad trotting over here we got a huge feelin of the world is great after all. imagine watchin the news and when you are eatin on some chicken (or soy-type poultry thingie) nugget or something and the anchor sez your name out loud and you cant know WHO heard it but you assume that somebody else did and you have yourself witnessed an affirmation of your gooduns and that, is hard to beat. CJ bein his ever endearing-charming-effervescent-bastard self burns up some quid and in return there is a permanent rainbow over any memory associated with 2007 because that will always be the year that we met the Hixon lad. a done deal!
hypothesis: bein good by people is good, and makes Stossel eat his words often.

now if you are a troll who hides in the bushes and only reads feeds, you may not have noticed the subtle pimpins what have taken place here in idyllic Greeperland. the presidents of Audihertz-alajara, Materfacit-tania, and Chindogu-stan offered humanitarian aid to our not yet three years old republic. let me expound; peep my expoundinz:

Corinna has known David since grade whatever. he is quite a bit cooler than ice cube, and totally cooler than ice-T. he is an example of how technology brings people closer who have already bonded. and believe you me mister Drummond, besides all of your technical expertise you gave Corinna someone she could really trust in a place where distance both practised and geographical limits connection. you are a big source of shtrenth. word. if dave was in a rap video, he would be the guy riding shotgun who doesnt say anything he just looks cool while some jackass dances on the roof or the hood or something.

Tony Pierce on flickr Foto

now if our pal Jenn were in a music video, it would be less pedantic than U2 but kind of like when someone walks around singing and stuff and other people see how much fun shes having and how cool the song is and start followin her so that by the end of the video everybody is lost in the moment and rippin it up whatever theyre doing if its dancin or singin along or shakin hands with strangers or public speaking. i think that happens because the real inspirational people arent hocking books at the conference centre theyre living in the world and connecting human like to everybody around like how dry ice is more dense and has to expand out of its container and onto the floor and our shoes. is this not a truly wondrous masthead?? huzzah!

and the lastly but sure not leastly technical shout-out goes to the Burns & Allen of blogdom john + rebecca. this is form and content incarnate. you two make everything look completely effortless, like Gretzky himself. you guys are two little Wayne Gretzkys. youll always be at the allstar game and will always get to pick your number first. but we all know that Wayner didnt get to this status by only honing his hockey skillz, oh no, he transcends the game because the game can be found within his character. there is no difference between the game and Wayne–they are themselves, each other, and together, more. they enhance the other entity and expand the potential of that simple concept, those little rules that make hockey. i think its pride and dignity. but those are byproducts. were all proud of you, and proud to be by you. clear as mud.

so now that i have wasted a perfectly good attempt at spreading an even layer of 200, i will backpedal and spew out all that i have forgotten thus far before they start playing that music to get me off stage; dont worry, i’ll rassle em when they come at me.

there are several people. whats more, these people are folks. such as, uh, therefore, education, um, what is, the iraq…

Aughra + Jenn = Greeperland order of merit (shining beaconz of Bloglight and womandom)
Blogstock = People exist! (Duane, BANG! Keira, BANG! Tony, BANG! you like that shit? thats a free linkz what that is)
also Blogstock = meeting new Jagz and Stoddartz + Danielliz & Chadz an such
Bollwittz = margreetaz + Dave-Oz + Biehlerz + JennieRothz + Danz + such
Netchick = aka Tanya also = a just swell 10 year blogger who encourages the arts (aka GuitarHero)
also = Reilly + Miranda + Al + Vern + Monica + Chris + Nelson

whoa. i am spiraling out of control. i blame my first Liscumb family Crimus. yes, it was everything you could possibly imagine plus more. we didnt just have snow, we had flight delays. we didnt just see a moose, we saw multiple moose. four dude. four moose. and five mule deer. no cougars tho. ive wrestled enough cougars to know that ive never wrestled a cougar. we got that dang ol duvet that corinna was pining for since the nineties. thats the last century or something. her ma read nite before crimus and then Santa came. it was radical. i have two famlies now. how about that! ah yes, and a wife that loves me SO much that she bought a jeff foxworthy redneck calendar for us to stare into for a hole year, to make our plans on, to map our dreams… after i puke my guts out from looking at it. she must love me or something.

well, look at me, following coherent thoughts to their logical conclusion.. weve all come a long way. hi sarah! id have you in my sqwadron any day. basically, like ice man and maverick at the end of Top Gun. Nocturnal, i think you create matter out of a vacuum, or something. you are like philo from UHF. which makes you one of a kind and also awesome. DLAK! give me your epilepsy, please. Tiana, Brent, Your ass will be whupped in the future! (in guitar hero)

so in this year of bangs, of psychologists at the pictures, of travelling bloggers, of hemhorroidless bums, how do we end something that is only beginning? well, in an instant such as this, there is no magic 8ball to shake, no almanac to consult. in this case, i always ask myself, “What would Rhonda do?”. but no one knows what Rhonda would do, thats what makes her the enigma she is. so, to Rhonda : we will miss you out here.

hapy new yearz. an hapy 30th boday an 1 year aniversary Chokey. we luvz yoou.

and to the rest of you special yous, I’ll see you on Facebook.

I should be:

• making sock monkeys
• AT LEAST mailing cards and writing letters to our Grandparents
• sending cards period
• light cleaning
• reading Nineteen Eighty-Four
• reading The Time Traveler’s Wife
• returning DVDs
• getting the Christmas box out of storage
• catching up on my iGoogle blog feed
• compiling a detailed list for packing
• contacting the Greeper sitters
• compiling a detailed list for the Greeper sitters

I can’t stop:

• eating seedless mandarin oranges and sweet and salty peanut butter bars
• playing Guitar Hero III. I FINISHED ONE, Metallica ON HARD TODAY
• watching Dr. Phil and Hot Topics on The View
• loading my pipe with Christmas cheer
• playing on TWITTER. I have asked C.J to pimp my Twitter, it will be awesome, I know it
• playing on Facebook, even though I am sucking at responding to Facebook mail lately
• being hyper
• being in a good mood
• being excited about going TO THE LAND OF COLD AND SNOW next weekend

I am:

• slowly catching up on my blog feed
• going to watch Blazing Saddles tonight

I hurt my back again and had to come home from work again like a pussy last weekend and have been off all week. I go back this weekend. Work are being so good to me it is awesome. I haven’t put my back out like this in YEARS as noted by my chiropractor who always has to flip back through his notes and ALWAYS asks have you seen anyone else since you were last here and I always answer with, this is the only place I go, every few years when I need it. I do not know exactly what I did to it. I obviously didn’t let it heal right when it first started to bother me because this time was just like last time which was I guess two and a half weeks ago now. I wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary I was sitting with Adam drinking coffee and BAM all of sudden searing back pain. I even said to my boss I had been out the night before but again I wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary as I was playing Guitar Hero III at Tanya’s, I was not rocking out any harder than normal in fact I’d say less hard considering how much I suck playing in front of ANYONE, even Adam. If I was ever a real rock star I could never play live. UNLESS it was Air Guitar because that is hard to screw up so I think I would keep public appearances to Air Guitar.

Check out this seriously awesome photo that Reilly took of me, click on it, seriously, there are more awesome shots by him and some taken with our lacking camera (DON’T GET MAD MOM AND DAD YOU DIDN’T MAKE IT (NOT YELLING)) on my flickr. We met some more rad people [as if we hadn’t met enough this year already] at Tanya’s place, some bloggers, some not, it was great fun. I’d have to say I think I am getting over my social anxiety issues with a vengeance.

While I am on the subject of Guitar Hero [and don’t you dare say when are you not!] I’ll need to mention that the Kramer is a piece of crap. The green button is sticking and making it *almost* unplayable so I went back to the SG with the cord and although I can play better, what would you know the fret board on the Kramer does allow for better finger sliding. SO I feel like I am stuck between a rock and a hard place and don’t know which guitar to play with. I know I know cry me a river on that one. BUT secondly, Jennie Roth is coming BACK for another visit as some of you already know. NOW at first it was just going to be Jennie and I somewhere I am sure with other blogging nerds, but also nerding out together in our matching ‘Sneaky Brim Toques’ mine in brown hers in green taking a million photos for shits and giggles, trading toques me giving her my Canadian germs her passing over some American ones but NOW a gauntlet of sorts has been thrown down by a guest poster named ‘Charlie’ he writes and I quote:

I’m going to start Jennie on a rigorous guitar hero training program, so anyone that has any thoughts of taking her down had better think again. When I’m done with her, she’ll be rocking so hard she could make unicorns cry blood. That’s right….I said it.

Jennie and I have already been involved in friendly blatant trash talk, I think this is going to be worth waiting for.

Ok well screw me I was going to write about Christmas and other things keeping me busy at present but this is long enough already. I’ll be back!

RIGHT NOW I am sitting here with the Kramer cordless plastic guitar resting ON MY LAP - the one that comes with the Guitar Hero III bundle for PS2.

Basically, Adam almost never plays and I sit there staring at the thing constantly while I’m stuck to a cord and have to take my guitar off for EVERYTHING. The other day I’d had enough and strapped the sucker on, Adam calls his guitar Lil’ Awesome. The first thing I noticed about Lil’ Awesome was that it had a completely different feel on my person and while playing. Adam said that was because it was different guitar. He is a smart one that Adam.

Things I love about playing with the cordless plastic Kramer Guitar [in no particular order]:

• I can walk around the apartment while pressing the buttons to skip all the crap at the beginning, in layman’s terms I can now multi task.
• This may be TMI but I can go pee and wash my hands all whilst still wearing the guitar and not touch it until my hands have been dried off. BUT Adam went pee with it on too when we first got it and I remember I was jealous.
• Technically, I could turn around stand up off the exercise ball we use as a computer chair and play from here. This may sound awesome but it isn’t. The T.V is at one end of the room and the computer the other, this in actuality shows how small our apartment is or how good of range this thing has but I think I’m going with the first one on this.
• The fact that I am typing this post wearing the guitar.
• Being able to refill my coffee, adjust the heater, answer the buzzer, check de email, Twitter, Facebook… the list just goes on and on… but did I mention this is all while still wearing the guitar?

Sorry Adam but good luck getting the guitar back now. Maybe when you FINALLY get a band together and get to hard level we’ll chat.

Now, it is a really good thing that I finally decided to pick up that cordless guitar because I find myself with a seriously sweet invite tonight to attend a Guitar Hero party at- ten years of blogging extraordinaire - Tanya aka Netchick’s place, I can’t wait to meet her! Yes, I feel special. I am excited but nervous because she has the XBox 360 and I have never played one, I just know they get cooler guitars.

Last night Adam and I were treated by the Bollwitts, Rebecca and John were supposed to attend the Tori Amos concert at The Orpheum but due to Rebecca’s lovely sister celebrating her dirty thirty birthday they were unable to attend.

Happy Birthday Jenny!

Somehow the tickets ended up in our hands and excitement on my part does not even cut it. I hardly had time to let it sink in that we were going and we were out the door. Once, back in 1997 I had tickets to one of her concerts here and ended up going up North to see my parents instead; they had just moved to Prince George that must have had something to do with why I didn’t go and didn’t even sell the tickets, it is one of those memories that I hated because I just never thought I’d get to see her. [as known my headaches make me very picky with my concert choices]

Did I have a headache last night? YES. Did I care? NO. Do I have an after concert headache today? YES. Do I care? NO.

For years I have had to listen to other people’s stories of Tori and her piano bench and regurgitate it in many music conversations whilst admitting I had never really seen her live. That was hadn’t seen her live until last night.

I’d actually never been to a concert with a costume change. Adam said Paula Abdul changed outfits after every two songs. He saw her with Color Me Badd, it was his first concert he went with both his sisters, the Spellbound tour.

Don’t be jealous.

Tori puts on a performance that is so much more than you envision, so much more than you expect even though expectation on anything is silly. I could have sat there and listened to her piano playing alone, the fantastic lyrics and distinct and angelic voice is a bonus, throw in her stage performance, watching her play a piano and a keyboard at the same time, and you’ve got a concert to remember. It was worth the wait, thanks again, Mr. and Mrs. Bollwitt.

I know there are better photos on my phone but I have no idea how to get them off and emailing them to myself is not working. I think I need a memory card or something I am so technology illiterate I almost feel not nerdy enough and it hurts sometimes.

Because my back was out over the weekend and I wasn’t blogging there were two things of note that I did not get to make mention of, Rebecca aka Miss604 celebrated her four year blogging anniversary and changed her blog design and it looks all new and fresh. Congratulations Rebecca, I look forward to many more years of not only your blogging but continuing to get to know yourself and John, it has been a pleasure thus far.

On Sunday, Blogger Buddy and girlfriend Keira whom I met through Rebecca, celebrated a birthday and she is a pretty rad girl that Keira-Anne so I thought I’d mention it and wish her a Happy Belated Birthday!

Yesterday a trade was also completed, an over the border trade with an American, named Jennie Roth, I met her at Johnny America’s birthday party, although we weren’t able to stay long that night and it sucked because cool new people like Jennie were there. We exchanged a toque for a sock monkey pillow, because she saw it and thought of me, YES that is right a SOCK MONKEY PILLOW, check it, some people are so thoughtful it kills me.

Ps. Miss604 is having a Blogiversary Contest:

BLOG/POST about Miss604.com and you could WIN: TWO tickets to see the Vancouver Giants in action and TWO full-day passes (including rental) for Mount Seymour this season.

More details at Miss604.com. Having won her last contest I am staying out of this one but maybe I will see if Adam wants to enter.

Today I am getting my hair cut. I always leave it too long and I was looking at some photos from when Rhonda was here and it looks pretty bad in sections. I haven’t colored it in at least a year and a half so getting rid of the fake blonde ends is not easy, my hair is dirty blonde now it likely won’t look like this again until I am 80 something, if I’m lucky.

For some reason ever since I got married I can’t stop watching Desperate Housewives, which Adam bloody hates and already outed me on via Facebook status, not to mention I have no idea what I even see in the show because I am not a fan of the actresses, Teri Hatcher looked WAY better back when she played Lois Lane on Lois & Clarke: The New Adventures of Superman, and I am SURE my father would agree with me on that one, he and I used to watch it together. I don’t feel like a desperate housewife, I really do not want to analyze it too deeply, but it bothers me slightly. I do like Felicity Huffman, she is good, the rest are mostly plastic, Nicollette Sheridan does not look much different than she did when I was addicted to Knots Landing, which quite frankly is scary.

Adam and I have been watching Dancing with the Stars since the first season, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF BEAUTIFUL CROTCHES EVERYWHERE, America, VOTE OFF MARIE OSMOND, if I have to see that woman’s crotch area one more time I will scream myself to death. Every time she ‘dances’ and she flashes the crotch Adam and I let out involuntary screams which likely have Mrs. E believing that there will be a baby coming soon, but no, it is shrieks of horror, it FEELS so wrong, it gives me the NO feeling ALL OVER MY BODY watching and being subjected to her area, but it is like a stereotypical train wreck of monumental proportions you can’t look away except to shield your eyes only to find you are peeking out from behind your fingers.