I Actually Write the Word "Vagina" in This Post.

'ello kiddies. Sorry about the lack of posts lately. All I seem to get scheduled for lately at work are weekends, so I'm usually doing that or being too lazy to write.

So I've been trying to get some new music into my system lately. I'm pretty sick of most of the stuff I've been listening to, and even my super sweet techno CD that Caroline burned me is starting to get old. However, today, I admittedly got my grubby little paws on the new Justin Timberlake CD. Don't hate me... It's not terrible. Everyone needs a little falsetto-dance-music in their life. It's going to take a little getting used to... I keep playing SexyBack over and over without listening to the other songs. I also downloaded the Junior Boys' CD, So This Is Goodbye this morning. If you listen to KCSU at all, you'll know that there is a ton of buzz surrounding him. It's very simple electronica with easy beats and a singer who sounds a little bit like Depeche Mode's David Gahan. It's all very catchy and calm without being over electronicicized. Yeah, that's a word now. Wikipedia it. I dare you.



Now this is marketing. Apparently, there has been a YouTube fueled frenzy over a poster called LonelyGirl15. She made daily video blogs and posted them on the internet. I'm not sure how people came to find out about her, but she apparently gained hundreds of thousands of fans. She would talk about her parents, her strange religion, her crush -- normal teenage stuff. Then, word got out that she, in fact, may be a ficticious character, someone who was used on the internet as a tie-in to a horror movie. Judge for yourself.


Here's the article discussing the prospect that she may not be real:
http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/news/la-et-lonelygirl8sep08,0,5310001.story?coll=la-home-entertainment
Whatever it is, if it's not just a simple videoblog, then it's pretty damn cool. I can't believe how many people latched on to her story and got angry when they were presented with the idea that she was fake. Oh, internet.

I remember when I positively obsessed with Blink 182. I would literally listen to Dude Ranch on repeat when I was 15, and Ashton and I would quote their live album for hours on end. What happened? It's sad when the musicians you admire get old and start having baby momma drama and mortgage payments and forget all about you and your Converse All-Stars and teenage angst. But does anyone like Tom Delonge's new band Angels & Airwaves? Tom was always my favorite in the group, but now it's like he can't come up with a new sound. I always criticize musicians who can't find their own style outside of that of their producer's (ahem... Paris Hilton) but I think it's damn time for a change. Mark Hoppus and Travis Barker have their own band minus Tom Delonge called Plus-44. I'm kind of interested in hearing their stuff and kind of not. That ship has sailed like 5 years ago for me. Sad.

My friend David sent me, among other things, this movie poster for Snakes on a Plane... in French. Could I ask for more?!

Look at how evil Samuel L. Jackson looks! I love the dead guy in the aisle -- the poster designers must have been like, "Oui, Muzzer fooker! You vill DIE! Beecuzz of zee snakes! Ehhhhhh heheheeh..." as they smoked their cigarettes and scratched their heads under their berets. Oh, you know I love the French. Well, the French language at least.

Here's a website for a guy who took tiny little figurines around with him in Europe and took pictures of them in random European locations. It's cute.

http://little-people.blogspot.com/

So Nicole Richie and Brody Jenner are dating. Damnit. I thought that when he accepted my friend request on MySpace that it meant we were going to get married. You promised, Brody! PROMISED!!!

Darn.

So is anyone else sick of seeing Lindsay Lohan's vagina? I'm not posting pictures, because seriously, who do you think I am, and also, vaginas are gross, especially those of Lindsay "Firecrotch" Lohan. But honestly, Linds, if you thought we actually wanted to see your goodies, you were sorely mistaken. What was this, like, the third time you either wore something completely see-through without a bra and/or flashed the world your undercarriage? Yeah. I'm sure Victoria's Secret would have a sale on anything if you would agree to make a visit. I'll even pay.

I feel like I've sunk to a new low. Blogging on that subject makes me feel a little crazy. I need a pick me up.
Oh! Go Fug Yourself. Being bitchy so I don't have to.
http://gofugyourself.typepad.com/
Seriously. Way awesome.

One more thing before I go study for Marketing. I know that she's a burlesque dancer, and gets naked and flops around in a giant glass of champagne while wearing pasties on her boobies, and is married to Marilyn freakin Manson, but damn. Dita Von Tess gives hope for pale girls (like me) everywhere.



And I'd kill for those shoes.

Nighty!