Nothing that can't be fixed...

So, a while back, the ever-lovable sionnain asked her Flist for punk rock recs, and I decided to make a mix for her. It took much longer than I had expected, due to midterms and a frustrating resolution (that wouldn't use songs from the same album if I used an artist more than once) and the disturbing fact that I didn't have a lot of this stuff in a format I could use (bootlegs of library copies - I'll happily distribute things I've paid for, but I try to play nice and stop after the first generation) - thank Cthulhu for eMusic (legal, but very cheap, GREAT selection of independent labels). Also, I'm a freak who thinks that an album/mix is more than just a collection of songs, so I spent an absurd amount of time playing with the track order, trying to get a good flow from beginning to end. Not that they need to be listened to that way, it's just how I roll (except tracks 8 & 9, the exception to my "different albums" thing, because that's how they were recorded).

( Aaand now, for your musical entertainment and edification, I present: CERYS' PUNK STARTER KIT MIX!!!! </circus barker voice> (Not to be confused Chex Mix, pancake mix, or spring salad mix, though can possibly be confused with Meow Mix.) )

In other news, I really need to check my profile more often.  I seem to have received a snowflake cookie from kittyzams and kwanzaa candles from Anonymous back in December and I only noticed just now.  Thank you, lovely gift-giving people!

Also, I win at burning the living hell out of myself in the course of everyday tasks.  Fried two knuckles on my left hand taking Tater Tots out of the oven.  (What?  I like Tater Tots... i just thought they were only harmful to your insides, not your outsides.)  Middle and ring fingers, right next to the scar from taking mince pies out of the oven two months ago.  (I seem to have a problem with ovens.)