It's one thing to be a hopeless junkie, but Pete Doherty may have just raised the bar to unforgiveable predator.
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It's one thing to be a hopeless junkie, but Pete Doherty may have just raised the bar to unforgiveable predator.
But today... today I hates like I hates hobitses. My feelings are encapsulated by Alyssa in the following statement:
The Strokes put on a fantastic performance last night at DAR. Alas, DAR still sucks for a rock show. You can't feel the bass or percussion in that set up, and it really takes a big part of the concert going experience away from you. But that said, The Strokes were awesome. Julian Casablancas is such a rock star. And, his package was visible from Section G, Row D -- which is nowhere near the stage. Carrying all that weight around probably explains his hunched over posture and geriatric jazzercize dance moves. Look for Jason's review up on DCist later today.
The intricacies of elevator-specific social norms are one of the first pieces of corporate life most people pick up. When it's ok to spark up banter, to push the button or request a floor, how to file out, etc. There aren't hard and fast rules, but there's certainly a general structure. There's one element of this structure that mystifies me. Just about everyone tends to abide by it, but I just can't make heads nor tails of it. Why is yawning an invitation to commentary?
I've just been asked to speak at an elementary school's career day. I'm fully prepared to walk in and sit in a tiny chair in between a fireman and a doctor, each in full halloween-costume-appropriate uniforms.
One ad campaign I really like right now: The Sprint 7pm series, with the singing and the adjective wheel. They're phenominal!
Dear Television Without Pity --
So, the powers that be (Victoria's Secret) have conducted a study to find out What's Sexy in 2006. They're not all wrong, but I'd like to submit my personal preferences. I'm going to skip the material questions and move right on to the people. I don't know about you, but geography and heavy metal don't really turn me on. Feel free to partipate in the highly scientific Blogs t r e t c h Foundation's What's Sexy? Survey in the comments section.
On the aforementioned dance-laden drive into work this morning, I decided that today's the day. The day I'd buy iPod speakers. I've wanted them forever (ever = aproximately a year and a half), but when Alyssa brought hers on our Central VA Romp Road Trip, the deal was sealed: I needed iPod speakers. I got into work early today, answered emails, did a little CNET research, then when no coworkers were in yet at 9:20, I said ok, let's do this. To Best Buy!
No, I'm not going down Drew's bunny trail. But this morning, as I was sitting in my work parking lot, waiting for "Don't Stop Till You Get Enough" to end so I could continue my early morning in-car dance session and start the day off right, I saw a familiar figure pass by my windsheild. As he turned around to enter the stairwell, I saw his face and am 99% sure it was Mike Evans. Anybody know what he's up to these days? In particular, if he's living in NoVa and working on Greensboro Drive in Tysons Corner? We've already got Charlie Pastor, Charlotte Edelen and myself representing JMHS in this building, might as well add a "Little" Mike Evans to the mix too.
I'm probably the last person on the internet to post about Gnarls Barkley, and I'm sure that every hip human in existence has been listening to "Crazy" for months. I heard it for the first time several weeks ago, then forgot about it. Then I was reminded of it this weekend, and can't stop listening. Gnarls Barkley is Cee-Lo and Danger Mouse; it's a rare occasion when two singularly awesome entities combine and make something that's actually good (just ask DCeiver), but they've done it. "Crazy" is so hot right now. (Side note: I really need to find a new way to say that.) That Violent Femmes cover is pretty dope too. You can listen to both on their MySpace page. Expect this song to fill the same gap as "Feel Good Inc." filled last spring. I.e., complete hip shaking ( or roller skating, as the case may be) media saturation. They also should win some sort of award for their press photos (like this one), which are fantastic.
Because I totally dreamed about Aaron Echols getting off for Lilly's murder as a result of the whole planted DNA scenario.
The Situation: Need to make company letterhead in Word, where the images are locked into the background and can't be moved. I tried the advanced alignment screen --> absolute position, lock anchor. It works in regards to being able to type over the text succesfully, but you can still move the images if you click and drag. Anybody out there in internet land know how to accomplish this seemingly impossible feat? I've taken all of the online Word tutorials one girl can stand in a single day.
I started to make some headway through the stack of CDs I've been sent by promoters this weekend, so I thought I'd share a couple of the stand outs. On the not DC front, we have Margot & the Nuclear So and So's. And locally, we have Deleted Scenes, who were my favorite of the albums I listened to yesterday. I'm gonna try and cover these guys in this month's Three Stars, so stay tuned for more!
Some of you may remember this horrific experience that Catherine had a few months ago.
It may be Good Friday to some, the debut performance of The Boyfriends to others, but for me, today is Sarah Michelle Gellar's 29th birthday. I'll pause to let you all remember what a massive nerd I am for all things Buffy, accept it, and carry on. Some of you may have mistakenly assumed I'd moved on to Marsier pastures, but don't kid yourselves -- the Buffster will always be #1 in my heart.
From one of the worst, most pointless articles I've ever read, comes a statement with such misplaced motivations that it hurts my feelings:
"If I can't do music, I'm going to have to lose my earrings and sell out," he said. "Given the way we look, I don't see ourselves doing anything else."Seriously? Seriously. First of all, the entire article is complete focus-free crap. Kids are in a band! They scream! They almost broke up! They changed their image so they could be more band like! They make fun of other people who dress like them! They need to stay in a band so that the spaces in their ears don't go unused! This is everything wrong with scenesters. I always knew I didn't like emo, and now I know why: crying about your girlfriend is apparently not a way to express yourself, but a way to get famous and be cool. Yuck. Just yuck.
And say something that may make some of you question the value of my opinions. But I'm going to say it anyway. One Tree Hill is a great f***ing show. I mean it.
And did a fairly thorough job. It was a great weekend though, full of music, friends, fun, interpretive dance and bible study. For photographic evidence, check me out. Seriously, my brain function is at about 13% its usual capacity today. Richmond + Macrock + Neko Case = 4 nights of fun, Monday of al;skdjfla;kfjalskfj;owiljr.
If you are a disenchanted former OC-watcher, consider yourself advised: it's gotten really, really, really good again. Really.
I've been chattering with Catherine all morning about last night's super duper awesome episode of Veronica Mars. It also inspired me to read the TWOP write up, but as it wasn't ready yet, I stared reading last week's. It hit a certain nail directly on its head, so I thought I'd share it here, for any Mars-o-philes in my readership. Mainly bc. I don't know the HTML for a block quote to respond on UN.
I have to say, however, that Veronica's expressing a desire to get out of Neptune (which restates what she said in "One Angry Veronica" about wanting to have the car packed and running at graduation) makes me realize what's been wrong with Veronica's characterization this season. It's not that she's different; that was inevitable. It's that the only things she's wanted this entire season are to be with Duncan and to get out of Neptune, and for that matter, both of those wants have seemed tepid at best. Not that there's anything wrong with any person not having strong driving desires at any moment in time, but Veronica is a character, not a person, and a lead character with no strong wants is boring television and screenwriting death. I thought that, as the season went along, Veronica would develop some new passion, but she doesn't even particularly seem to want to solve her cases. It's not that she even has to be completely aware of her wants, but they have to exist. If her real wish is to get out of Neptune, then fine, but that isn't the most riveting dramatic choice I've ever seen, nor does it bode well for Season 3. The thing that's kept the show going, in my opinion -- other than crisp dialogue and great acting (and that will always make the show enjoyable for me) -- is that Logan, while often reprehensible, has enough driving desire for just about everyone on the show. But the show ain't called Logan Echolls, so as I said a while ago: Veronica, start caring -- it almost doesn't matter about what.
Has anyone seen the new commercial on TBS, promoting their upcoming Lord of the Rings marathon? Playing "Secret Love" over a montage of Frodo and Samwise? Yeah. Chew on that. TBS really is funny!
I just caught the end of the Dance Party episode (ya know, Casey Cassum, "The Sprain") of Saved By The Bell. Shocking -- all three finalists were from the gang. OK, I get the sitcom necessity there. Whatever. But, was it really necessary to have all three couples dance to the same song? Was it some bizarrely ineffectual attempt at leveling the playing field? It got me thinking about all the music that was ever on SBTB (A17, Zack & Kelly's song, for example). Always the wordless keyboard music that couldn't have coast more than $100 in royalties. I realize it was a low budget show, but for some reason, the same song being used for each couple really irked me.
I've temporarily lost my mind, I'm pretty sure. Since Mike moved out, I've been doing a pretty good job of living more sparsely. I've been to the mall and tower once each since Christmas. If you don't know, that's really really impressive for me. Well, my retail gene has been active again over the past week or so, at least as far as music purchases go. Between Tower and iTunes, I've bought 9 new albums over the past week. Which was totally unnecessary because I have a stack two feet tall of CDs I've been sent by promoters that I haven't had time to listen to yet. And the Akron/Family, Wolfmother, etc. albums I've had for a while and not listened to at all. So, as you can see, completely unnecessary music purchasing. But it makes me so very very happy, so, let's review what's new.
So. I just had my first rock star experience. After an unfarkingbelievable show by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs tonight, I was lucky enough to partake in the meet and greet, thanks to their label who I've been working with lately. The show seriously blew my socks off; I was all prepared to tell Karen O that she was "joyous." Of course, I turned into a bumbling nervous shy kid. I got two signatures on my poster -- Karen and the drummer. They were all absurdly nice, but, here's the thing. I wasn't allowed to say who I really was. The event was only for retailers, so I had to say I worked at a record store. Now, most of you that know me well won't find it surprising that lying is not one of my strengths. I'm just really bad at it, so I don't do it much. So when the engaging and friendly drummer asked me where I worked, I forgot, mumbled, awkwardly panted out "FYE," then froze like a deer in the headlights when he asked if we sold vinyl and replied, "Not a lot." The dude was seriously kind and interested to talk to me, but I was an absolute mute. Doh! Then came my turn to take a picture with Karen. Ya know, the super cool re-inventor of bangs, the fashion icon. What did I choose to wear to this event? An old plaid shirt, and a ribbon in my hair. A RIBBON? A FUCKING RIBBON? What was I thinking?!?! I do not know. I'll get the picture back soon (my label friend took it on her camera), but I'm fairly certain a few key qualities will stick out.
According to DCist, one year at D.C.'s St. Alban's (a private high school) costs more than 4 years at UVA cost me. And The Walkmen don't even go there anymore!
This week's OC was teh awesome! Seth one-liners ("Ewe or grab my pooper?"), fights, sex, wake n bake, pissy Summer, Kirsten time!, MARISSA DOING YAY!!! I must admit I'm starting to kind of be ok with Ryan's Sadie-centric happiness, but are we seriously to believe that he's not going to do some swooping in to save Miss Marissa eventually? I'm still peeved at the unceremonious end to Ryan and Marissa's relationship; everyone's writing it off as torturous, but don't forget! They had a lot of good times! Including times that happened this season (achem, doing it for the first time, on the beech, in a tiki hut -- that was this year people!). I think they deserve a little more credit, it wasn't all bad. So, join me please, as I reminisce some of the good times shared by Ryan and Marissa.
So I'm a little slow on the uptake when it comes to American Idol trivia, I'm not a devoted watcher. (But if I were a Watcher, I'd be devoted, just like Giles.) Anyhow, it just came to my attention that Carrie Underwood, last year's idol, was in my sorority! Not at my school, but, Underwood and I -- forever in the bonds of Sigma Sigma Sigma. Yeah, that's right! She's my sister.