"I'm Such A Whore"

Contrary to what the title of this post may suggest, I am not referring to myself as a whore. It's from this hilarious blurb I found on page 6:
"January 28, 2007 -- ONE of the biggest disappointments in director Steven Spielberg's life was Alfred Hitchcock's repeated refusal to meet him - but it turns out the Master of Suspense had a bizarre excuse. In his memoir, "Things I've Said, But Proba bly Shouldn't Have," due in May from Wiley, actor Bruce Dern writes that he tried and tried to convince the director of "Psycho" and "The Birds" to say hello to Spielberg, who had just triumphed with "Jaws." "I said, 'You're his idol. He just to sit at your feet for five minutes and chat with you' . . . He said, 'Isn't that the boy who made the fish movie? . . . I could never sit down and talk to him . . . because I look at him and feel like such a whore,' " Dern relates. Completely puzzled, Dern, who appeared in two Hitchcock flicks, finally pinned the director down: "I said, 'Why do you feel Spielberg makes you a whore?' Hitch said, 'Because I'm the voice of the 'Jaws' ride [at Universal Studios]. They paid me a mil lion dollars. And I took it and I did it. I'm such a whore. I can't sit down and talk to the boy who did the fish movie . . . I couldn't even touch his hand." "

That made me giggle so hard, I have no idea why. But see, now you have something to tell your friends and family about teh Jaws ride. The one that's so incredibly lame that even I, the girl who is more skittish than a parakeet, wasn't scared.

I've come to the realization that I'm so insanely busy that I don't have any time to do anything anymore. School and work are taking up my life... I'm trying really hard not to drink as much, because my hangovers have been so intense lately that I feel like my body is quitting on me. I'm actually using one of the Macs in the ecave in the LSC, and I really want one... meh. I'm supposed to be watching, "L'histoire des femmes" for my french film class, but I decided to just Wikipedia it instead.

Not much else to say today, except for this site David sent me:
www.overheardinny.com
It's just a collection of funny quotes from all over NYC. I read, like all 13 pages, it's so hilarious...

"Kid yelling: What are we doing after dinner? [Parents ignore him] What are we doing after dinner?!
Mom, calmly: Stop yelling, or I'll have to kill you.

--10th St, between Broadway & University

Overheard by: Calling the Morgue"

and....

"Chick: Good-bye [departs train].
Guy #1: Good-bye.
Guy #2: Eddie*, your sister is really pretty.
Guy #3: Don't call her that -- 'pretty' is something you say about nice girls, not whores like that.
Eddie: What are you talking about?
Guy #3: Ed, don't take it out on me, but at Dave's birthday party your sister was in the bedroom working for 10 dollars.
Eddie: ... I'm gonna kill Dave. Why didn't you tell me about this?!
Guy #3: Because she was right there! [Silence, then Eddie departs.]
Guy #2: 10 dollars? What's her phone number? I've got 10 dollars.
Guy #3: I know, best 10 bucks I ever spent."

Fantastic.

I Was Already A Cynic

I was going through some of my old documents in a desperate search for something to help me out with a paper I'm supposed to be writing instead of blogging, and I ran across this from Freshman year. It's pretty damn classic.

Rules for living in a dorm:
1. All hours of the night are game for playing music. Everyone wants to hear "Yeah" by Usher and "Get Low" by the East Side Boys at all times. These songs never get old, especially at ten decibels.
2. Any phone call recieved by your roomate must be within the hours of 12-4am, or 6-9am. These are prime hours in which to tell your friends how wasted you really are, who you made out with, and how much you hate "that guy who made fun of me so I dumped beer on him". Respect for your roomate is not needed, because they are sleeping. Also, feel free to make out with whomever you choose because once again, your roomate is sleeping. And trying desperately not to move. And silently cursing you.
3. RAs have no real authority. Sure, they can write you up, but here at Colorado State, you can have seven strikes and still run drunkenly through the halls, yelling "Fuck the po-lice!" The campus cops, however, are lonely older kids on power trips...and they should still be feared. Nonetheless, a short, "How's it going?" will usually throw them off. Sober kids don't cower in fear. Or so they think.
4. Any fight between yourself and your roomate must be over the following: Laundry piles, shoe piles, liquor bottles, emptying the trash, cleaning the shot glasses, playing music too loud, owning or buying anything consisting of pineapples, and still being drunk in the morning.
5. RamRide is the best invention to happen within the one hundred plus years of this fair university. If stranded at a party, it can be utilized to take you back to the dorms. And then again after you've all decided to go back out. And got stranded again.
6. Power hour, although possible, makes freshmen girls unbutton their pants and talk about inane things, such as, "He is such an asshole. That still didn't stop me from making out with him when my roomate was asleep. But he's still an ass."
7. Some times it is necessary to mark how many shots you've had somewhere on your person. A favorite place may be the wrist, and when you've woken up, you'll look like a hungover suicidal prom queen.
8. Your high school friends may not like your college friends. Get used to the fact that CU parties and CSU parties are different. At CSU we use clean needles.
(Just kidding)
9. Cameras are a necessity. You need something to document your night, something you can exclaim when looking at them later, "Oh my god! I don't remember throwing up on that sofa! I puked on the other one though. I was SO wasted!"
10. Everyone needs a nickname. Even if it's your real name shortened with -y on the end of it, be proud. If you don't have one, you ain't shit.
11. The experiences you have in college are going to be something that you'll remember for the rest of your life. Or not. Remember: McCormicks is like water, Keystone is great, anyone who drinks Corona is a baller, smoking cigarettes when you're drunk is "cool", getting booze all over your face from the ice luge is awesome, if there's no keg it's not worth going to, whoever has the biggest car gets to drive 9 people at once, and um...what was your name again?

You're Welcome.

After watching about 20 minutes of “The Office” on YouTube, I decided I should do something that looked like I was being productive. (And trying to silently laugh so hard that I snorted instead,) I am now “writing an email”. Woo.

The new Shins album came out yesterday. I have yet to hear it, except for the song that I was listening to this morning when my alarm clock accidentally put me back to sleep. The song was so relaxing – too relaxing. I’ve already read reviews – people curse The Shins for their simple sound, yet they lay into them for trying something different. Honestly, if only half the CD is good, I’ll be happy. The one thing about this new album, however, is that it falls prey to what some sites call the “Braff-lash” – the mainstream-ization of once purely indie bands. Will this album chart in the top 10 next week? Only time will tell. However, prepare to look severely less indie when talking about The Shins at parties.

I saw Children of Men on Sunday with my dad. Holy shit, that movie was intense. It was incredibly good, and incredibly sad. I’m not going to ruin anything, because I’m sure you’ve already read the reviews, but I highly suggest you see it.

I’m sick. I was completely fine all last week, with a little case of the sniffles, and instead of resting and drinking Emergen-C, I chose to drink copious amounts of alcohol and run around town. I woke up Monday hacking and sneezing and sniffling… not the best thing when you’re in a quiet classroom around people who are actually trying to “learn”. Damnit.

We are officially going to Aspen! Yay! Since it was going to be a whole gaggle of us, we couldn’t stay at the Burton house, even though Diana is staying there with Preston. We are going to be staying in (freaking) Carbondale again, which means it’s going to be a huge adventure… but sometimes getting there is the funnest part.

At work, Melissa and I have to plan a whole awards banquet. Wtf? Hopefully it goes well.

I’m sure you’ve had a day where “to the left, to the left” has been endlessly circling around your brain. I’ve got Irreplaceable stuck in my head and can’t get it out. Even though I hate Beyonce’s armpit-showing, weave-wearing, high-pitched-screaming ass, I’ve got to admit that I like that song… something about “I could have another you in a minute” strikes a chord with me.

Oh, this is another “you’re welcome” moment in Good Bloggie history… there’s a search tool that you can use to search for mp3’s on Google – no P2P software necessary. It’s actually really cool… Maybe if I figure my crap out, I can start hosting mp3’s… until someone shuts me down.
http://www.cwire.org/google-search-tools

What Happened?!

I remember when all I used to write about was celebrity gossip. I'm not sure why, but I seem to have an unhealthy obsession for all things not-my-business. This being said, I realized that I haven't written celebrity news for some time now. I think it's because I've added so many gossip sites to my to-see list that I simply assume everyone knows as many useless things as I do. Someone will say, "have you heard about Lindsay Lohan going to rehab?!" And I'll scoff in response and begin a lengthy explanation about how there was speculation she was in rehab not because she is an alcoholic, but because she was so obsessed with creepy looking James Franco that she had to undergo "love therapy". I dunno.

Screw the iPhone, I want a Prada phone. New photos were leaked about a supposed LG phone for Prada the other day, and let me say... it's pretty cool looking.

Read more here.



Some women regard high heels as a curse. Being about 5'8", I love the things, but don't really need them. I'll often look around and realize I'm the tallest chick around... I don't mind it though. People seem to throw more respect your way if you look like you're going to step on them. Anyhoo, my friends and I have learned how to cut a damn rug with heels on -- I'm talkin' up on a bar, dancing our asses off. I can't dance in anything else now. Now, there's even a workout DVD that teaches you how to work out in your heels, affording you more balance and poise than before. I'm sold. If only it weren't a workout DVD. Yuck.

This has been such a girl-geared post, I figured I'd frost the cake with some new pics of Jake Gyllenhaal. Mmm.

Mark and I had a lengthy conversation about my template the other day. I might go back to a more simple one, at the cost of having a blog that actually looks like a blog. Sigh.

Speaking of, Mark sent me probably the best video of all time -- a bunch of people in Mobile, Alabama who think there is a leprechaun in a tree:

"Anybody who seen the leprechaun say yeeeeaaaaaahhh!!!"

One last thing before I get back to work. For all you Lost fans out there, here's a link to an article stating and explaining all of Lost's loose ends. Lord knows that with so many characters, it's hard to keep track of things, but that's probably the only bone I have to pick with the writers. When one question is answered, five more are created. I still can't wait for the premiere on February 7th.

I'm 80% Idiot

So I put the wrong hit counter on my blog the other day, resulting in it counting 41 views that should have been recorded on my Good Bloggie counter. Why does this matter? Because I'm getting close to 2000 views, which is kind of a big deal for a small-time blogger like me.

I'm going to leave you with a sweet quote to make up for my rambling.
"We need to remember that celebrities are like the Boogeyman: They only exist if you believe in them."
— Jeremy C. Fox (Pajiba)

Let's Wrassle.

Nelly Furtado has always been one of my favorite artists, and her newest album, “Loose” only furthers my faith in her. (I still listen to “Say It Right” at least once a day.) I was actually thinking to myself how on top of the game rap producer Timbaland (who produced Nelly’s album) is. Pretty much every song he makes for an artist that gets released as a single blows up like crazy. The new Justin Timberlake album is proof – the thing’s a pop masterpiece. However, something I ran across the other day made me think about the whole “producer” thing. There are tons of good musicians out there – why do we only listen to a portion of them? And who gets to say that just because someone’s popular that their style is what we should be listening to?
Maybe it’s because of things like this:

“For those of you have that haven't been following the case of Timbaland vs. Finland, here's a summary: In 2000, a Finnish musician named Janne Suni created an instrumental track called "Acidjazzed Evening"; it was later remade by instrumentalist GRG, who kept the melody intact.
Six years later, Nelly Furtado released Loose, which included the Timbaland-produced track "Do It," and now there's a series of YouTube videos and forum threads claiming that Timbo jacked the "Do It" music from Sunni's 2000 original (the Timbo detractors also claim that he first jacked himself, noting that his track for "Do It" originally appeared in a 2005 ringtone).”

So, learning about that, there are videos on YouTube that further the point:

Here’s another, about the 2005 ringtone:

Damn. I had faith in you, Timbo! Oh well. I’m sure I’ll still dance around like a madwoman to his music.

Wash Bar last night was so insane. Colin, Kim, Caroline, Hendo and I opened up the dance floor. It was hilarious – everyone was standing around, too afraid to be the only people on it, and I just started yelling, “let’s do this thing” and made a break for it. Shortly afterward, everyone else started dancing. Diana not only dropped her SLVR in the toilet, but she walked out in front of a car on purpose, who decided not to stop until he was about 5 feet from her. Kim and Diana ended up leaving us at the bar after hopping in a car with some dudes, so I proceeded to send Kim threatening text messages such as “Order me a fucking pizza or I will eat your fucking face. For real” and “You guys are dead meat.” When we got home, I was on the warpath, and decided it would be a really good idea to wrestle Kim. You know it’s a good night when you wake up with scratches on your neck and chips in your bra, right? Right?

I was speaking French in my dreams last night… so awesome.

Ok, well I’ve been at work for about 2 and a half hours and have done absolutely no real work.

Uh huh...

I can’t freaking believe we are in school again! This semester is going to be a bitch. I’m in school 9:30-5 on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I’m working at least 15 hours at my internship. What did I sign myself up for? The good news is that I submitted my resume to a bunch of companies and I have gotten a lot of things back about internships. If I can figure out my freaking class schedule next semester, I’m going to be set.

The last weekend of break was a huge shitshow. Thursday, we went to Sullivan’s for 4-for-1’s, and it was super fun. Friday, we went to Lucky Joe’s and Zydeco’s and then stayed at Hotel Heather. Saturday, I went down to Denver. We went to this random sports bar, where drinks were ONE DOLLAR (!!!) each, and then went downtown to a place called Croc’s – it was a really fun place, besides the creepers (one came up to me, called me “fine”, asked me if I liked kids and if I wanted any… shudder.) And then I got coerced into drinking on Sunday night at Pott’s. We actually kicked ass in beer pong, and then wandered home. I woke up Monday morning with a raging hangover and a cold. Go me. At least now that I’m so busy, I won’t be able to drink as much, and spend as much money. That’s a good thing. Right? I have to keep telling myself that.

So, there are 52 days until spring break!!! We finalized our plans for Las Vegas. I’m going to be staying with Mindy, Katie, Amy and possibly their roommate Rachelle. Lino, Bobo, Meat, and Halston are staying in a different room. There is also a group of fun guys that might end up coming. We are going to have the best freaking time ever!!!
(Upon re-reading that paragraph, I decided there were too many triple-exclamation-points, but chose to leave them there in order to express my excitement.)

Holy shit, I just found it – the “Blades of Glory” trailer. Will Ferrell and Jon Heder as an ice skating duo?! Yes please! Plus, it seems to star Amy Sedaris and Will Arnett (a real-life couple) as their rivals.




The last half of the Silversun Pickups album is awesome. Yeah.
Ok, this song is really old, like over a year and a half, but it's still pretty awesome:
"Murder on the Dance Floor" -- Sophie Ellis Baxtor



Ok, I better go "work"!

Movies.

Here are a few movies that I want to see.

Pan's Labryinth:



Smoking Aces:



Children of Men:

Le Temps A Demain et Le Reste De La Semaine

Merde. I heard it's going to bloody snow again, this time like 6-8 inches. It's funny because we have been walking everywhere more than in summer (out of necessity, obviously) even though the weather has been like, 0-32 degrees for weeks. I don't mind the snow, honestly, it's just that my car can't make it anywhere and I have to rely on other people to go places.

Effing Hit Counter

So with this new template that I've been using, the hit counter goes directly to the top of the page instead of the bottom, and puts itself right in the middle of the title. I thought it would keep counting hits, but it doesn't, so you're just going to have to deal with seeing the damn thing. Ergh.

"Could We Think It Over?"

I know that most of you probably don't listen to most of the songs I put up, but if you'd just give them a chance, there's probably something on here that you'd like.
Try this one on for size:
Kaskade - "Steppin' Out"

Drool...

So Macworld was yesterday, and I spent a good part of my day looking for upates. Many of the blogs I had been reading were actually pretty accurate in their predictions about what Apple was going to release -- an iPhone and an Apple TV box. They were right. And let me say that a wave of pure technological desire hit me when I saw the iPhone. It's gloooorrrrious. It's teeny tiny slim, with a cool-looking interface. Here's an article describing it in detail:

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/01/10/technology/10cnd-pogue.html

The damn thing is like, $500-$600 bucks, but it's just so cool that I'd almost be willing to put the money up for it. Apple has me in a vise-grip. The best part? The carrier is going to be exclusively Cingular.

Grills... Grillz?!

I think that the trends that rap music inspires are awesome. I mean, honestly, who thought, "I'm going to put one of the hardest, sharpest substances known to man in my mouth, and then rap. That's what I'll do. Rap." I suppose I don't know, being from Fort White Bread and all, but still. It's crazy. This is also crazy:

"Rapper Paul Wall is taking his penchant for making grills to the next level.
The Houston rapper has teamed with Zenetti, a global trendsetter in designer automotive accessories, to create a signature line of vehicle grills and wheels encrusted with cubic zirconium stones.
The items will be available for coupes, SUVs, Chrysler 300, Dodge Magnums, Chargers and Cadillac Escalades.
"The front end grills will be iced out with crystals, and they will be compatible with Chargers, 300M's, Magnums, and Escalades," Paul Wall told AllHipHop.com. "The wheels are called the Masquerade. They will have crystallized iced out plates that cover the chrome base. One of the best things about the wheels is that the face plates will be removable so that you can ride on chrome or skate on 'ice'!" "

I am so getting an iced out grill for my... civic. I guess they don't make them for Hondas, so maybe for my bike -- "Hell naw man, nothin' but ice on my handlebars! What!"

Band To Watch -- Silversun Pickups

This band is fantastic. Check out "Lazy Eye" from the Silversun Pickups.

Love Me or Hate Me

Holy shit. The new Lady Sovereign album, Public Warning is just so fucking fantastic. Every song is just funky and fun and another "f" adjective... fresh. It's fresh. I highly recommend getting it as soon as you can. Either that, or be lame. It's your choice.

Fast Track

I typically don't get super excited for the typical underdog-funnyguy movies, with their crotch shots and overreaching storylines, but I'm going to see this one. Why? Jason Bateman. Why else? Zach Braff. That's right.

Trailer:

Isadora Duncan

I stumbled upon this incredibly interesting article on Wikipedia, about Isadora Duncan. I suggest reading it if you've got a few minutes -- the way she died in a freak accident is way, way weird.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isadora_Duncan

I'm Obviously Working Really Hard.

Holy crap, this is actually really cool:
I'm sure you all know my weird obsession with zombies. Well...
Parasitc worms attack snails, create "Zombies"
Leucochloridium paradoxum are a parasitic flatworm that prey on birds.The worms begin their lives as eggs in bird droppings, and are consumed by snails along vegetation floors.Once consumed, the worms infect the snail's brains, take control of their mind, then "hypnotize" them into climbing just high enough to become bird food - where the cycle repeats.

Video:

The Oh.No.

Shit! Just when it had pulled me back in, just when I had started liking it again, the OC went and got itself cancelled.

"LOS ANGELES (Hollywood Reporter) - Fox has pulled the plug on "The O.C," which collapsed in the ratings this season.
The network said Wednesday the teen soap will end its four-season run next month. New episodes will air in the show's ultra-competitive 9-10 p.m. slot every Thursday through the series finale February 22.
So far this season, the show is averaging about 4.1 million total viewers, less than half of what it garnered during its debut season, according to Nielsen Media Research. Last season it averaged 5.7 million."

Damn you, OC. I shall see you in heaven.

Today in the News...

People are crazy. And I'm not just talking about crazy people. People, in general, are extremely odd. Most of the time no one notices because they're too busy trying not to make eye contact with the person next to them. And then there's this:

"INDIANAPOLIS, Indiana (AP) -- A mother was charged with neglect Wednesday after prosecutors said she allowed her 3-year-old son to wander away from home and play along a busy interstate.
Stunned motorists found Damon Dyer, barefoot and wearing only a diaper and T-shirt, early Saturday while his mother slept in a nearby apartment on Indianapolis' west side, police said.
At least half a dozen cars and a semitrailer swerved into other lanes on Interstate 465 to avoid the child, who was not hurt, authorities said."

That's nuts! Even though I know I'm not going to be Dr. Phil with my kids, I'm pretty sure I won't let them run around on a freeway. That's a little excessive.

"SYDNEY, Jan 4 (Reuters Life!) - An Australian bank has apologized for issuing a credit card to a cat after its owner decided to test the bank's identity security system.
The Bank of Queensland issued a credit card to Messiah the cat when his owner Katherine Campbell applied for a secondary card on her account under its name.
"I just couldn't believe it. People need to be aware of this and banks need to have better security," Campbell told local media on Thursday.
The bank said the cat's card had been canceled. "We apologize as this should not have happened," it said in a statement."

Isn't that like that Simpsons episode where Bart takes out a credit card in his dog's name?

Even though I've been taking french for like seven (!!!!) years now, (and am still in no way fluent) I haven't been to France. However, this article caught my eye:

"PARIS (Reuters) - You don't need to speak French to understand the Parisians. You just need to know how to gesture.
Or so claims a new guide issued by French tourism officials to help foreign tourists understand Parisians with a list of commonly used gestures with meanings like "shut up."
"Blend in by using them the next time you're in Paris. People will start mistaking you for a native in no time," says the online guide issued by the Ile-de-France regional committee of tourism at www.cestsoparis.com.
The city's famously rude inhabitants have long been a headache for tourism authorities who have made repeated attempts to persuade Parisians to be more friendly to foreign visitors.
The latest campaign appears to cede to the notion that if you can't beat them, join them.
Its part English-language website promises to show people "How to Cop the Parisian Attitude" with games to help them learn commonly employed gestures.
These range from the quintessential "Bof," a non-committal shrug used to deny knowledge or agreement, to "Camembert," when the thumb and forefinger are brought together into a circle to tell someone to shut up.
"You don't need to speak French to understand Parisians or to blend into the crowd," the website says.
"Stick out your lower lip. Raise your eyebrows and shoulders simultaneously."
The guide is linked to an advertising campaign in London that hopes "to show that Paris isn't a stuffy museum city."
And just in case it is taken too literally, it also includes a cautionary note suggesting that visitors may see some even ruder Parisian expressions if they use the gestures too freely."

We used "bof" in our class last semester a lot -- it's like "bam" or something, like a hitting noise. I dunno. Anyhoo, I guess the only way to fit in en Paris is to be an asshole. I can do that.

Welcome Back, Blogger.

Hi kids!

If you haven't noticed, Good Bloggie got an overhaul. There are still some things that I need to tweak, and the blog still isn't 100% "Whitneyfied," but I think it looks pretty snappy.

I'm trying out a new format, too. I'm not sure if it's going to last, because it's harder to organize, but I realized that the reason why I wouldn't post for long periods of time was because I didn't think I had enough things to write about. I decided to break my posts up into seperate subjects, so that if I only had one or two things to write about that day, you guys as readers wouldn't get pissed when I didn't update for five days in a row. It's harder for me because I can't be as rambling and self-centered as I (and, well, face it -- the rest of the blogging community) want to. It also makes it easier for me to blog at work. Which I don't do. Ever. Muah ha haaa.

I was reading an article about how Microsoft decided to give away sick $1,500 computers to tech bloggers, in hopes of getting favorable reviews about their new operating system. This, to me, is super clever, but that's only because my mind has begun to think that way. I mean, if they bag on Vista, they're ungrateful, and so they therefore have to give it good reviews. Plus, who doesn't like something they got for free? I still have a Smokey the Bear snap bracelet from X-Games last year. What the hell am I going to do with that?!

Speaking of, we're going again, and I think that instead of staying in Shitbondale again, we might be able to crash at the Burton house in Aspen. Nothing's for sure yet, and I'm sure I'd probably end up having to sleep under the kitchen sink or something, but still, not having to get on a 45-minute bus ride out of Aspen at 2am sounds mighty appealing to me.

Well, my roomates are watching Wedding Crashers, which I've seen probably five times, but I'll probably wander out there. Anyone up for a CSI: Miami marathon? Just me? Ok, see you in 52 hours.

Two-thousand and what? Oh, seven!

Well, darlings, if you're reading this it means that you didn't die while attempting to ring in the new year. Congrats. I tried, trust me, but I was yet again thwarted by my liver's insistance in not imbibing in excessive quantities of alcohol. Damn you liver... I don't care if you hate me.

We went to this kid Bobby's house who lives basically in Old Town, then went to Zydeco's. It was so, so, so much fun. There was a good group of people there and the bartenders weren't outrageously bitchy (even though they were close. Fuckers.)

"Hey Lloyd, I'm Ready To Be Heartbroken..."

Have you heard of Camera Obscura or Devotchka? No? Well shoot. You should leave. I'm only kidding... but you're on my shit list.

Anyhoo, if you've seen Little Miss Sunshine, you might recognize Devotchka. They did a few songs for the movie and for the soundtrack. The best part? They're from Denver. This gives me hope for the Denver music scene, what with the Fray blowing up big and all. I was reading that they had like, the number 5 selling album in the country in 2006. That's nuts. Since I lost the page that was supposed to tell me how to embed a mp3 player into my blog, you'll have to settle for YouTube (like usual.)

Devotchka:



Askajsdkj..... soo good.
Here's a video for Camera Obscura, a band out of Scotland. They have a really grainy, classic sound. This first video sounds so fifties, I love it.



This second one seems to be everyone's favorite (I can't remember how I heard about this band, I think through Pitchfork...)


I seriously recommend you check them out. They're both two of my new favorite bands.

I'm sure that everyone has seen this video by now, but the song is just so much fun -- it's one of those that the only dance you can do to it is to bop up and down.

HelloGoodbye - Here (In Your Arms)

"Enough With The Click Wheel!"

When I was little, my dad used to give me old circuit boards from his computer. I would imagine they were tiny little cities with tiny little people inside them, and that only I knew. What if it were really true -- what if, one day, your iPod started clamoring for your attention? What would you do?

I Think You Should Be Blushing Worse...

Vanessa Manillo hosted the New Years Eve countdown show on MTV --who knew? I guess they're trying to appeal to the lonely people who can stand 3 hours watching people wearing sequined everything who are obviously more tanked than they are. Case in point: the word "fuck" on national tv. This would undoubtedly be me... "blah blah blah fucking shit blah blah fuckity fuck fuck....wait, what? Why are you staring at me? Oh... Fuck."



I watched it and my cheeks turned red. Oops. At least she can go back to her cushy Entertainment Tonight job, right? Right?