Just everyday thoughts...on my underwear
Recently I have changed over to a new brand/style of underwear.
While solely a boxer dude for years beforehand, I was woo-ed by a Michael Jordan commercial into checking out the new Hanes brand boxer/briefs with the comfort waistband. Check them out here
. These things are beyond great. After trying them out for a month or so, and after my fanny thanked me for being supported by fabric that provides such elegance (boxers were steadily falling apart)- I decided to start the full change over to the truest definition of comfort.
Well I've had them for roughly 6 months now, and I fully endorse them except for one flaw: while the comfort waistband does not have the nuisance of a tag, it does stretch across the midsection in a slightly uncomfortable location - across the bladder. For those of us who like to keep a glass of water next to the bed to drink on during the night, these comfort waistbands add some extra bladder pressure (not the modest mouse song) causing the occasional bed wetting. Piss just everywhere. While I am kidding, I do wake up and have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night more frequently with these than I did before.
Dark's the smart one, not me
Lets keep it going...
1. I have never taken a shit in my own shower.
2. I have never riffed off the edge of a mountain cliff.
3. I have never gotten high.
4. I have never masterbated OUTSIDE of a Phar-Mor.
5. I have never battled a wounded Mexican.
6. I have never farted in someone else's mouth.
7. I have never stepped foot in an Australian kangaroo nut sack store.
8. I have never talked to Zeus or Wade Boggs.
9. I have never had sex on Arizona State's campus.
10. I have never enjoyed that carbonated yogurt drink that Puya Davooti brought to 10th Grade History Class.
here comes this thing
This done brung to my attention by Hillary
, of course.
1. I’ve never attended the universities of Copenhagen and Leipzig.
2. I’ve never bought any astronomical instruments.
3. I’ve never lost part of my nose in a duel with another student.
4. I’ve never worn a metal insert over the part of nose that I’ve never missed.
5. I’ve never observed the new star in Cassiopeia.
6. I’ve never been convinced that the improvement of astronomy hinged on accurate observations.
7. I’ve never accepted an offer from King Frederic II to fund an observatory.
8. I’ve never been given the little island of Hven in the Sont near Copenhagen.
9. I’ve never trained a generation of young astronomers in the art of observing.
10. I’ve never settled in Prague as the Imperial Mathematician at the court of Emperor Rudolph II.
anybody know anything about BitTorrent?
So I downloaded the BitTorrent program, and I hooked up to easytrees.com, or whatever. When I'd connect to a torrent, though, I'd always have a red light, and it would say I hadn't downloaded anything. But the FLAC files would still wind up on my computer. So I downloaded first one FLAC player and then another, but neither one will play any of the files I've apparently downloaded. Anyone know what's going on? The files seem to be on my computer, they're taking up a gig and a half thus far, but the BitTorrent client thing tells me I haven't downloaded anything, and the audio players can't read the files.
a few points
1. This Kings of Leon
song ain't so bad. I'd heard it on the radio a few times, and didn't think much of it. A couple dozen spins on Media Player, though, and now I'm a convert. I didn't dislike their first album half as much as I thought I would, and am actually kind of interested in hearing this new one.
2. I'm two-thirds of the way through Apocalypse Now
(the redux), and I'm none too impressed. What a yawning chasm of aimlessness. I'm over two hours in, and the point he's been repetitively hammering home wore thin at about the 45th minute. Yeah, great, war's fuckin' nuts, and these kids don't know shit, and Fishburne was one ugly kid, okay, yes, we get it, dude. What a sprawling mess. Points for Chef's partial Van Dyke, though.
3. After ten minutes of this past SNL
I wanted to put a bullet through my head. Maybe that's what got to Thompson.
this movie review has some content, but none of it is worthwhile
Hoo boy, The Aviator
was one damn good picture. But I fucking hate it when people call movies pictures. Tony, the guy who sits behind me, and wants to make IMAX movies, always calls them pictures, and half the time I have no idea what the hell he's talking about. I'm all for anachronistic vocabulary, but for some reason that one just rankles like nobody's business.
But so, The Aviator is a beaut. I've only seen two of the most acceptable picture nominees, and although Sideways
is pretty good, The Aviator is far better. Sideways was about as "small" as a "small" movie could be. It was well-written and well-acted, but it didn't resonate or touch me in any way. And though the performances were good across the board, none of them were outstanding, or even all that notable. Giamatti's great in everything, but in Sideways he seemed to be doing his Harvey Pekar half the time. All that did was make me think of American Splendor
, and how much more I liked that movie than this one. Virginia Madsen, one of the women most responsible for first acquainting me with the female anatomy, was fine and servicable, but nothing in her performance stood out as being extraordinary. She wasn't any better than Sandra Oh, for that matter. Lowell was probably the best of the main four, but he's always been a personal fave of mine, and his role didn't really seem like a stretch for him. Sideways is still probably one of the five best movies I've seen from 2004, but it can't even begin to touch the greatness of The Aviator, much less the real best picture, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
But back to the Aviator. It's a fantastic film. DiCaprio is excellent, surprisingly enough, putting in probably the best head acting job I've seen since American Splendor. I haven't seen Ray
, so no idea if Foxx licks him in that dept, but it's odd how everybody's acting like it's a foregone conclusion. Is he that much better than DiCaprio? Or is sentimentality mucking stuff up? Would there be riots if they gave Foxx the supporting dude and Leo the other? Of course the actor category is about as fucked a one you can find. Crowe should have won in '99 and '01, but instead got it in '00. Denzel was entertaining in a flashy role, but Crowe's turn in This Beautiful Head
was the only thing that defunked that film's miserable stench. He single-handedly made that film, but got shut out while it won every single other award ever created. But Leo is definitely a deserving champ, if only because he knows how to wear his mustaches.
Anyway, The Aviator was good. Better than Melvin and Howard
, mostly because there were less Mary Steenburgen breasts. But that one rocked "Fortunate Son", so its got it's shit together too. Maybe it's a toss-up, then.
We hope to catch Ray before Sunday, and expect to watch Hotel Rwanda
someday. That Peter Pan crap can go take a Brody, for all I care.
Ever been drunk running around a baseball diamond, sliding into home after a Beck concert at Chastain?
I have. Ice too.
Anyways here is a link to the new Beck video for EPro
. The video is really neat, the pizza made me laugh out loud.
I got an early version of this record about a month ago and initially wasnt at all crazy about it. Now I'm pretty much obsessed with it. I should have never second guessed the man that has never made a bad album. The new one isnt instantly catchy as Midnight Vultures
but the songs do sink in like those on Sea Change
. They grab hold and stay with you. And "EPro" while being the single, is nowhere near the best song.
picking up LD's slack: TP on a Motorbike
Thanks for bringing this to my attention.
Second that notion
Completely copying Dehumidifier
with this post, but I'll be dumb fucked if this isnt fun as shit.
Watch the movie I created: Awesome Movie
(pretty mindless actually)
Everyone make their own movie, and post the link in the comments...
Dark you will be good at this.
this should dominate late-night talk show monologues for the next decade or so
We don’t get into politics much here, but not because we don’t care. We just want to keep it light and breezy. We used to have all the typical political links over to the right, but we took ‘em down a few months ago. That shit’s better left for more serious-minded and astute observers, like our friends at Oceanchum
, or this guy
. But occasionally we feel the need to broach the subject, and please consider it to now be duly broached.
So let’s get this straight. A male prostitute, with no journalism experience, working for an obscure website run by Texas GOP operatives, gets credentialed, under an assumed name, for almost two years, to White House press conferences and briefings, wherein he asks biased questions that misstate and mischaracterize Democrat positions and speeches, and somehow gains access to classified CIA documents
. But now pretty much no-one in the professional press will touch this story. Meanwhile, Howard Dean tells an unfunny, but fundamentally accurate, joke about the Republican Party, and I get to hear about Ken Mehlman accusing him of racism on my morning newscast and in my free daily commuter tabloid.
Do the White House and the RNC have incriminating photographs of every single member of the legitimate press? Or have they been dishing that cash out to more than just a few unethical shills?
(I started writing this on the train this morning, and now I see that the central point may no longer be valid. Apparently The Today Show and the New York Times both covered the Gannon / Guckert deal today. I'm going to post this anyhow, because the idea of a gay escort hustling his way into the White House is actually almost kind of awesome. I mean, kind of scary, in terms of security and stuff, but this guy should have one hell of a memoir, eventually. For more information, including stuff you probably shouldn't be looking at in the office, go to americablog.org
, the folks who blew this wide open.)
The Mighty Binghams
I just got the Insound Update email, and one of their noteables this week is a reissue of the first and only cd by a band called BUGHUMMER
! Anyone remember them? Anyone remember that Drew Bingham's** brother was in this band!? I think I have their first 7" which has the art of a Tabasco label somewhere in my 7inch stack.
**Once while riding home from DRIVER'S ED, Drew and I ran a red light and out ran the cops back to his house in his mom's conversion van. Highlight of my adolescence!
LD, ever talk to Bingham? Thought I saw him in Lenox with a kid!
For those wondering, the new commercial for the IPOD Shuffle has a song on it by the band The Caesars
. The song is called "Jerk It Out
" and is actually really terrific. Dan Gellar turned me on to the song when he lived in OTP about a year ago, and I checked into the band based on the absolute instant party that is known as this song. The album doesnt really hold up, but this song is fucking awesome. A lot of well placed farfisa and a killer chorus. On of those songs that makes you feel like having a killer party jam in a hot tub and just keep the song on repeat all night as you traunce the town and fill up your cup.
You can hear the full song here
, but I will try to convert it for the Extension...tonight.
I thought it was gonna be about Abe Froman
Why hadn't I heard about this earlier?
I'm a fairly voracious consumer of news and information. I have been for years. I don't have cable, but I check CNN's website about twenty times a day. I regularly visit dozens of news sites of varying legitimacy, biases, and inclinations. And yet I've heard nothing about this, despite the murders happening years ago. Did it just now become a national story?
This culture has failed me.
Prosecutors argued that Alexander hatched a "diabolical plan" to kill the inspectors, get away with it by pleading insanity, then write a book or movie to profit and gain notoriety from the crime.
Better hurry, dude; I'm sure somebody else has already started work on that book or movie.
Jeopardy Ultimate Tournament of Champions
Day Three: Friday, February 11, 2005
It’s been a few days, so the memory’s a bit rusty. I remember Babu, an Indo-Pak history professor from Houston, and some girl who was completely anonymous. I also remember some tall white guy who had ridiculously angular, New Wave hair in his first appearance, which was only eight years ago. He was a speech-writer from Boston turned novelist, whose two books I had never heard of. That doesn’t mean anything, though, because I only read books written by professional wrestlers or Clive Cussler. Anyhow, I do remember that Babu was in command the whole way, before slipping up and slightly misspelling the correct question to Final Jeopardy. It’s All Quiet on the Western Front
, and there’s no ’s
anywhere in there. But poor Babu didn’t know that, or forgot, and so the Duran Duran guy wound up winning by a hundred bucks, or something similarly small-change. Afterward Babu lost his composure, shaking his finger at Trebek and repeatedly calling him a “very bad man”, degrading the great game and bringing eternal shame upon himself and his family. Day Four: Monday, February 14, 2005
Great imbroglio last night, as an early rout evaporated after an ill-considered Daily Double. Alan Bailey, 2001 champion (and flowery playwright), built a commanding lead over 2000 college champ Janet Wong and 1987 Tournament of Champions runner-up (and Melissa Etheridge look-alike) David Traini. Bailey pissed it away on a $5000 wager on Movie Taglines, though, revealing a fundamental ignorance of The Manchurian Candidate. Candidate was released in 1962, not 1960, and the tagline “They trained him to kill for their pleasure… but they trained him a little too well…” makes no sense when applied to that film. The correct question, of course, was “What is Spartcaus?”, an alternate answer to which would be “the greatest film of all time.” But Bailey lost half his cash, got rattled something fierce, and reeled off a series of wrong questions that left him dead last and near zero. He battled back, gamely, but finished Double Jeopardy with less than half of Traini’s $12800, making his loss inevitable. And sure enough, Bailey correctly answered Final Jeopardy, but fell $800 short of Traini’s total, despite Traini’s getting it wrong. Yet again, the importance of the Daily Double is hammered home by Bailey’s daring but deadly ploy.
Right Up the Ass
Old chum Ludlam
(aka Lord Douchebag
) has a new weblog thing up over here
. Dude's one of the smartest / funniest guys I've ever known. And I never properly thanked him for driving my ass to school every day back when. I was an ungrateful jerk, and I apologize, my friend, for everything.
Crog wrote us this yesterday about the new Howling Hex album:
"also here's something from the press release for the new howling hex cd "Eight tunes; each with one groove, NO CHORUSES, and THREE VOCALISTS(!) create a driving sound that can only be described as FUTURE BOOGIE.""
There is an MP3 up on Drag City's web page of the first "single" from this record. Sounds pretty incredible. Go here
...and its at the bottom.
Even though they
broke up, its pretty rad that Hagerty and Herrema
are battling it out for the best release...WE are the ones WINNING!
Harness The Insurance Power
Apparently the one and only Jeff Griggs is currently in the midst of a fancy job interview. He said he got a clean shave this morning but unfortunately he could not wash off the arab.
Lets also hope the body detoxifier worked.
Piss well friend, if it comes to that.
Those Who Are About to Die Really Aren't Nearly As Good As They're Made Out to Be
Outer space aliens from a differing dimension have abducted the Fiery Furnaces
and the Arcade Fire
and plopped them down in the middle of an intergalactic gladiatorial mid-sized theater of death. Armed only with rave reviews from Pitchfork
, "next big thing" tags from Spin
, oceans of drool from bloggers and MySpacers, and their instruments, the two must wage bitter battle until only one still draws breath. A reference on Gilmore Girls
acts like a turkey leg from Castlevania
. Who wins?
The victor then must go on to face whoever survives the Most Overhyped Indie-rock Band of 2003 Finals between the Broken Social Scene
and the Decemberists
The super-secret, end-game, nigh-unbeatable Final Boss? C'mon
7 Inches, middle aged dancers, and a latte
The new France
7 Inch - Temperate Icehole
has arrived at the vinyl pressing plant, and been signed for by Janet. I wonder if Janet enjoys music as much as lets say Shelia, Janet's coworker whom I spoke with yesterday. Shelia said she likes to boogie and is into more orchestrated stuff like ELP and ELO.
Lets hope they dont bust us for using a Michael McDonald sample.
Never Gonna Touch The Ground
That Dont Work That Well For Us
Yeah yeah, self promotion.
Ultimate Tournament of Champions, Day Two
No let-up on the Jeopardy tourneys, as they head straight from the teen round-up to what they’re calling the “Ultimate Tournament of Champions”. 144 previous tourney champs or five-time winners are facing off in a blood-splattered melee of relentless intellectual prowess. Eventually only two shall remain standing, and they will get to face off against the synthetic Mormon brain of former media sensation and current immigrant smuggler Ken Jennings. It’s like Thanksgiving day for nerds, but only if they came back from the dead.
The shit began on Wednesday, in an episode even more forgettable than your typical Jeopardy. Three warriors from times long gone came back and slugged it out with their minds. I think one of them lost their hair. And one of them was in Groundhog Day, I think. But it was an uneventful half-hour, full of questions that were surprisingly not as difficult as we had expected. Some man, or woman, or somebody, won, I guess, but I can’t remember. I do know that the Final Jeopardy question was Ulysses S. Grant, and that I got it wrong.
Last night was a step in the right direction. The questions were harder, especially a category on conductors that reminded me of the Jeopardy of my youth, when cultural categories were generally about opera and classical music. Nowadays every other question is about Kiersten Dunst. They had a good range of contestants, too, including the earliest five-game winner in the tourney, John Genova, Jeopardy Class of ’84. I think he finished with $800. Rachael Schwarzt had the run of the joint early on; the first woman to ever win a Tournament of Champions, back in 1994, Schwarz took an early lead, and probably would have won had it not been for the Daily Doubles. She answered more questions correctly than the eventual winner in both rounds, but got her one Daily Double wrong. Michael Rankins, a preacher from somewhere or the other, who was a five-game winner in 1988, lucked into two Daily Doubles. Both times he wagered big, and twice reaped a whirlwind of digital cash. He was able to hold off Schwartz’s persistent advances and emerge victorious. Way to go, Michael!
Tonight three more ghosts from Trebek’s past return to tolerate him. Unfortunately none of them are his mustache. They briefly introduced them at the end of last night’s program, and of course they all had the unseemly countenance and sickly disposition of the professional pseudo-intellectual. Let’s hope they can provide some excitement.
I like Jeopardy, because I like yelling at my TV set.
holy heck, how wrong can it get?
Just got back from a lunch with a pal. This took me roughly 25 minutes to come up with (and a while to type them in). It is wrong- especially after number 8- but at this precise moment, it is almost right. A lot came out of Hillary and Darks' lists. Thanks for the inspiration, dudes!
1. Beach Boys - Surf's Up
2. Bruce Springsteen - Thunder Road
3. Talking Heads - Naive Melody (This Must Be The Place)
4. Wire - Outdoor Miner
5. Big Star - Thirteen
6. Beach Boys - God Only Knows
7. Go-Betweens - Cattle And Cane
8. Pixies - Debaser
9. Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run
10. Stone Roses - She Bangs the Drums
11. Daniel Johnston - Walking the Cow
12. OMD - Souvenir
13. New Order - Age of Consent
14. Fleetwood Mac - Gypsy
15. New Order - Ceremony
16. Ropers - You Have A Light
17. Fleetwood Mac - 2nd Hand News
18. Velvet Underground - I'm Beginning To See The Light
19. Elvis Costello - Radio Radio
20. Jackson 5 - I Want You Back
21. Gang Of Four - Damaged Goods
22. Big Star - Ballad of El Goodo
23. Joy Division - Love Will Tear Us Apart
24. Buzzcocks - Ever Fallen In Love...
25. Neil Young - Only Love Can Break Your Heart
26. Elizabeth Cotten - Shake Sugaree
27. Postal Workers Cancelling Stamps at University of Ghana
28. the song "Beyond the Sea"
29. the song "What a Wonderful World" (oh shit, cheesy)
30. Kinks - Days
31. Beatles - I'm Looking Through You
32. Nerves - Hangin' On The Telephone
33. GBV - Game Of Pricks
34. Stone Roses - Elephant Stone
35. Go-Betweens - Right Here
36. They Might Be Giants - Ana Ng
37. Who - The Kids Are Alright
38. Desmond Dekker - Shantytown
39. Four Tops - It's the Same Old Song
40. Clash - Police On My Back
41. Daniel Johnston - Honey I Sure Miss You
42. Television - Days
43. Clean - Billy Two
44. Clean - Anything Could Happen
45. Small Factory - If You Hurt Me
46. Tom Petty - I Won't Back Down
47. Byrds - Feel A Whole Lot Better
48. Husker Du - Celebrated Summer
49. Replacements - Can't Hardly Wait (Tim Version)
50. REM - Wolves, Lower
51. REM - Gardening At Night
52. Kinks - Picture Book
53. Pavement - Gold Soundz
54. Who - Substitute
55. Buzzcocks - I don't Mind
56. Chairmen Of The Board - Give Me Just A Little More Time
57. Marvin Gaye - Mercy
58. REM - Sitting Still
59. Pixies - Here Comes Your Man
60. REM - So. Central Rain
61. Unrest - Make Out Club
62. Nico - These Days
63. Supremes - You Can't Hurry Love
64. Jimmy Cliff - The Harder They Come
65. Superchunk - Why Do You Have To Put A Date On Everything?
66. Sugar - If I Can't Change Your Mind
67. CSNY - Suite: Judy Blue Eyes
68. Donovan - Colours
69. Bruce Springsteen - Atlantic City
70. Talking Heads - Found A Job
71. Chills - Rolling Moon
72. Bob Mould - See A Little Light
73. Velvet Underground - I'm Sticking With You
74. Go-Betweens - Part Company
75. Big Country - In a Big Country
76. Journey - Don't Stop Believing
77. Only Ones - Another Girl Another Planet
78. REM -
79. Smiths - There Is A Light That Never Goes Out
80. Bruce Springsteen - Brilliant Disguise
81. Belle And Sebastian - The State I Am In
82. Rolling Stones - Under My Thumb
83. Huey Lewis & the News - Walking On a Thin Line
straight off these cuffs
As requested by Gardner Linn
, and brought to my attention by Hillary
, here's a quickly dashed off list of my favorite songs. There's some overlap between this list and Hillary's, but her list has not influenced mine in the least. I'm sure this isn't entirely accurate; it's merely a quickly planned, poorly thought-out approximation. Yes sir.
1. Under Pressure, Queen and David Bowie
2. Don’t Fear the Reaper, Blue Oyster Cult
3. Born to Run, Bruce Springsteen
4. Make-Out Club, Unrest
5. Can’t Hardly Wait (Tim version), the Replacements
6. A Day in the Life, the Beatles
7. Ace of Spades, Motorhead
8. Sister Ray, Velvet Underground
9. Crimson and Clover, Tommy James and the Shondells
10. Baba O’Riley, the Who
11. Kanga Roo, Big Star
12. Here, Pavement
13. Celebrated Summer, Husker Du
14. Gimme Just a Little More Time, the Chairmen of the Board
15. Some Enchanted Evening, Rodgers and Hammerstein
16. More Than a Feeling, Boston
17. Simple Man, Lynard Skynard
18. With or Without You, U2
19. Brand New Love, Sebadoh
20. Throwing Things, Superchunk
21. I Wanna Destroy You, the Soft Boys
22. No Action, Elvis Costello
23. Outdoor Miner, Wire
24. In Between Days, the Cure
25. Age of Consent, New Order
26. Double Shot of My Baby’s Love, the Swinging Medallions
27. History Lesson Part Two, the Minutemen
28. Don't Stop Believin', Journey
29. At Home He’s a Tourist, Gang of Four
30. Bye Bye Pride, the Go-Betweens
31. And Your Bird Can Sing, the Beatles
32. Another Girl, Another Planet, the Only Ones
33. Hollywood Nights, Bob Seger
34. theme from the Midnight Express, Giorgio Moroder
35. Hangin’ on the Telephone, the Nerves
36. Woman, Woman, Gary Puckett and the Union Gap
37. Shocker in Gloomtown, Guided by Voices
38. Blue Moon, Big Star
39. Eternal Flame, the Bangles
40. In a Jar, Dinosaur Jr
41. Makes No Sense at All, Husker Du
42. I’m on Fire, Bruce Springsteen
43. Warpigs, Black Sabbath
44. Atlantic City, Bruce Springsteen
45. Frankenstein, Johnny Winter
46. Lucky Man, ELP
47. Spacetruckin’, Deep Purple
48. Web in Front, Archers of Loaf
49. Wouldn’t it Be Nice, Beach Boys
50. Grey Cell Green, Ned’s Atomic Dustbin
Arrested Development in Trouble?
I'm surprised it's lasted this long, despite the awards and reviews. If the producers weren't mind-numbingly powerful, I'm sure it would have been gone by January of '04.
If this is a cancellation, Fox will regret it. Arrested Development's ratings are relatively poor now, but the way the networks are going, those same numbers will be respectable in a couple of years.
Comets On Fire
just revamped their website and it looks pretty good. Basic, yet good. Go read the tour report section:
I don't know what happened. Our set is over and the floor is covered in broken glass. There are broken glasses scattered on the floor and onstage and Flashman has blood all over his face. Turns out his headbanging got a bit out of hand tonight and he managed to catch his nostril on the rod coming out of Utrillo's hi-hat stand.
These guys are the boss.
So in our monumentally stupid and overwrought fantasy league we can hold onto five franchisers. If you have a player with rookie eligibility, you can keep him forever as a franchiser. I already know I'm keeping Johan Santana, Rich Harden, Joel Pineiro, and Bobby Crosby. I can't decide on the final slot, though, and was wondering what some of you thought. Which one would do you think I should keep, Chone Figgens, Wily Mo Pena, or David DeJesus? DeJesus is a long-shot, but I can't decide between Chone and Wily Mo. And they all can play center-field, which is a required position in our league. Chone, though, will also be eligible at second, should have a good average and lots of steals, and thus may be the best bet. But Pena hit 26 or so homers in a little over 300 at bats, and just turned 23 two weeks ago. So, what to do?
I'm not the only one who was apathetic
Collins, who watched the game at The Kells in Brighton, spoke for millions in Patriots Nation who were surprised by the drama of last night's game, if not the outcome. He also could have been speaking for Boston police, who turned out in force and presided over street celebrations that were nearly nonexistent, in contrast to last year's deadly riots. The crowds were miniscule, and there were just a handful of arrests
I guess rioting and hooliganism can get dull after a few years of winning. There was lots of screaming on our block when the game ended, but nothing like when the Sox won, and not nearly as much as after last year's Super Bowl. No debris or newspaper boxes in the middle of the road or anything this morning. Pretty damn dull. We saw cops setting up blue barricades on Brighton Ave, in front of the Kells, two hours before the game even began, so they were prepared.
The complete lack of any post-game excitement didn't keep Fox 25 from running an hour and a half of post-game coverage before showing The Simpsons. They'd keep on showing aerial views of Kenmore Square (near Fenway, sports bar central), where there were a thousand cops in riot gear standing around with nothing to do. They recapped the commercials and the half-time show, ran interviews with what seemed like every god-damned player and coach, and spent five minutes visiting a family in Lynn or Revere or somewhere who host annual massive SuperBowl parties in their house. Finally, right before midnight, they started to show The Simpsons. And of course it kind of sucked. But lordy was I pissed, and I wrote Fox 25 a very strongly worded email to let them know it.
Speaking of the Kells, by the way, they used to have a really great, cheap Sunday brunch, where you could get a stack of pancakes, fruit, and bacon for like four bucks. Back in the fall they changed their menu, and now all they serve is low-carb Asian food. It's an Irish pub with art-deco interior, Asian health food, and regular electro / techno / house dance nights. It no longer has any logical reason to exist.
Things I Touched With My Hand This Weekend
Sealab season two dvd
Robert Pollard cd
sticky brown stain on wall of bathroom stall
Sunday Boston Globe
Skygreen Leopards record
video game controller
Why Flagpole is always better...
, and comment.
No wonder they are rich....
Eddie Vedder alert:
Ok so I just ordered 2 tickets to a show through a ticketmaster pre-sale. The tickets were $22 a piece.
I just paid $63 for two tickets.
Between the "convenience Charges" and the NEW "Order Processing Charge"
Ticket Bastard gouged my dumb ass for $19! Almost the price of a third ticket.
co. tailgate party
Oh man, eatin' wings at nine in the morning, chinese swedish meatballs in a crockpot, fuckin' Dunkin everywhere, and all the ladies in their Vinatieri and Brady jerseys, the fellas in their Dillions and Seymours... it'd be a magical sight, if it weren't OUTTASITE!
What a great day to be a fuckin' New Englander, and a damn-hell-fuck Pats fan!
I hope I cancelled payment on that Mike Vick erotic cake I was gonna have delivered.
I'm gonna go eat a ton of shit and puke in my boss's toupee...
"...up your snoot snout"
Lordy....read this Friday night fun
Good reporting, Ice
Heard Your Band
Grey Haired Asshole
Just look at the news
for christ's sake.
As Seen on TV
This morning, while looking for the temperature and an update on the Red Line explosion, there was a brief story about Tom Brady’s grandma dying. The on-screen graphic read “Tom Brady grieves dead grandmother”, or something like that. This was placed over a clip of Brady sitting on a car next to Mickey Mouse, laughing and waving. I don't think they could've found better file footage to accompany that headline.
I only know three things about football: Julius Peppers is a badass, the Falcons rock when they don't suck, and the Patriots are the most boring and eminently dislikable team around.
Houston don't give a fuck
He should go hang with Bushwick Bill. Those dudes know how to party!
You know what, Fuck YOU!
I am going to go ahead and dub myself a member of The Day Jobs
- Coworker Bitch Staff right now and give you guys an update on how much my coworker sucks ass.
I will preface today's story with some background on the month of January. She was pretty much nonexistent throughout the entire month! Last week, she worked 15 hrs. 15 FUCKING HOURS, ALL WEEK! Our office is small, 5 people, 4 of which bust ass (besides my blog time! busted!) and she sits back on her fat ass and reaps the benefits. So we have come to realize that because none of the work she does actually benefits the company or warrants attention or praise, she has stooped to coming up with crazy ass illnesses to get her much needed attention. In January she skipped work, and added a ton of drama to the days she was actually here for the following reasons: Gall Bladder Issues, A broken Nail (which she caught on a door and chipped, then wore a metal splint for a week and had other people around the office carry heavy stuff like, folders, plans, coffee for her), "intestinal situations" (which she says she went to the hospital for, but is just a complete bullshit story, considering she slipped up and told us she had spicy mexican dishes 2 nights out of the 4 days she was out!), Chills (which she skipped two days for, and then slipped up again and revealed that her mother was in town and she went to visit her aunt in NC or some shit). So basically she is just a lazy pile of fucking jello crap that occupies space in our office.
Today was classic though. Today was the first day this week that she has been in the office because she has had a "severe sinus infection" since last week when she left at noon on Friday to rest. She strolls in today around 9:30, looking fine and then proceeds to trounce her ass around the office to each individual person to WHISPER to them informing us she has "Laryngitis". Ok most people have heard someone who has Laryngitis before, they honk - they squeak - they sound like sandpaper...well she is Whispering...when she walked in I pretty much called bullshit. Around noon, everyone except her and I had left for lunch and I was getting ready to head out. So I pop my head into her office to tell her to keep an eye out for the UPS guy and she gets immediately flustered because she is looking at dogs on the internet. Then she promply SAYS IN A REGULAR VOICE, "have a good lunch". I just stood there and laughed and then she started getting really nervous and then said, "oh would you look at that, my voice is coming back".
I wouldn't be surprised if this piece of shit is the prez of the Mark McGrath web site.
The Prophetic Matrix
If you were in Macon this past weekend, you were lucky enough to be a part of the DISCOVER PROPHECY SEMINAR on "What on earth will happen next?"
: The Prophecy Revals Our Future
-(picture of lions and two headed jaguars both with wings and a bear and a dinosaur fighting). "Twenty-five hundred years ago the Bible accurately predicted the rise and fall of World Kingdoms. DISCOVER and exciting Bible prophecy that reveals the future and proves without a doubt the accuracy of God's Word"
: Hope In Uncertain Ti
mes - (picture of the world trade centers on fire) - "Terrorism...turmoil in Israel...Corporate Scandaals...Shaky Economy...War in Iraq...Crime...DISCOVER the hope that the Bible Teaches about these uncertain times in which we live."
: The Prophetic Matrix
- (picture of a Johny Damon looking Jesus stading in front of the earth holding his hands out with light blazing from each palm) - "Discover what's really going on behind the scenes. Understand the invisible forces at work in your life. Why do bad things happen to good people? Has God Forgotten Us? Has God abandoned us? Explor Bible truths that answer tthese questions."
I dont know about you guys, but I want to go to DAY 1!!!!
Also, 2 Pac is alive, I saw him at lunch today.
Dignity and Shame
' new album, due out in a couple of weeks, is currently being streamed at their site
. It seems pretty excellent thus far. That first single seemed a bit too Clem Snide
for me, but the rest of it resembles the dusty American balladry of 2003's Red Devil Dawn
. Who could have imagined, ten years ago, that the guy who wrote "Audiowhore" would mature into a cross between Stephin Merritt and Bruce Springsteen?
UPDATE: Okay, it's not just Dignity and Shame
they're streaming. Seems to be a random assortment of songs taken from their entire body of work. Which means I may not be visiting any other websites soon; I can get pretty obsessive about Crooked Fingers
. If I listen to one of their records I wind up wanting to listen to all of them, back to back. It's sort of like with Guided by Voices
, or Pringles; once I pop I just can't stop. I've actually started loading every single GBV song that I can find on to my work pc, so that I can just load up the folder and put it on shuffle/repeat. That'll save me from having to lug a couple dozen cds to work every time I get on a Pollard kick.