Rehab

Funny little anecdote to preface this post -- in Las Vegas, Amy and Katie were gonzo drunk coming back from the MGM, riding the moving walkways and generally causing a ruckus. Upon passing a group of older gentlemen, one of them yelled at the girls, "REHAB!!!" Kinda summed up the trip.

I'm a fan of Amy Winehouse -- I'm not a rabid, insatiable fan because being a british artist, she came out in the UK earlier than she did here, and therefore I learned about her music about the same time as they started featuring her on Greys Anatomy (they used the Hot Chip remix of "Rehab" two times in a row during the previews of the next week's episode). I actually don't have her album (ahem, Mark) but I heard it was good. Apparently, there was some sort of fracas over her appearing on the covers of Spin and Rolling Stone in the same month, and there's been debate over which is better -- judge for yourself:

I think the Spin one is way better -- it's a bit more arty and unpretentious, like, "look, RS, we don't need to re-touch our covers." Plus, what the fuck is up with that eye makeup?! Day-um.
On YouTube, there's a video of her performing "Rehab" acoustically, and suffice it to say, I'm officially on Team Winehouse. It also helps that she drinks like a fish.

Here's the official video: (in which she looks absolutely frightening)

Holy Crap

Ok, this is the coolest thing I've seen all day -- watch this video on these new "multi-touch" computer systems. It might blow your mind.

http://www.popularmechanics.com/technology/industry/4217348.html

David was telling me about the tables at the Revolution bar in the Wynn in Las Vegas -- I'm pretty sure that's what these are. SO cool.

Yeeeeeaaahhh!

I must have posted on something everyone liked -- I got 30 hits yesterday alone. Fuck yeah.

The problem is that I have nothing spectacular to write about today. Damnit.

I'll try to figure something out.

No Me Gusta

MEXICO CITY - Mexican farmers are setting ablaze fields of blue agave, the cactus-like plant used to make the fiery spirit tequila, and resowing the land with corn as soaring U.S. ethanol demand pushes up prices.
The switch to corn will contribute to an expected scarcity of agave in coming years, with officials predicting that farmers will plant between 25 percent and 35 percent less agave this year to turn the land over to corn.
"Those growers are going after what pays best now," said Ismael Vicente Ramirez, head of agriculture at Mexico's Tequila Regulatory Council.

Sad -- I love me some tequila to the dome.

Vitamin Whaaa?!?!

Check this out:
"50 Cent is $400 million richer, no thanks to any album sales or music-related deals. The rapper owns 10% of Glaceau, which make Vitamin Water and the Fiddy's drink - the Formula 50. The company was just bought out by Coca Cola for $4.1 billion. "

Are you kidding me?! I mean, it's a great company and all, and I subsisted on Vitamin Waters alone in New York City, but come on -- who on earth has the balls to ask for 4 BILLION dollars during negotiations?! It's a good product, but now it's going to be everywhere. You know why this bothers me. I'm an elitist about things I know about. It's a sickness.

Klaxons

I'm not sure if I've posted on The Klaxons before -- you've probably heard of them, but most days I can't get this song out of my head:



However, it does seem to be the band jumping around dressed in ribbons. Hot.

Guys Don't Make Passes at Girls With Fat Asses

As I was perusing my usual celebrity blogs (celebriblogs?) I came across pictures of Jessica Simpson and John Mayer having a very public argument in Mexico. Remembering that I used to be a huge Mayer fan (I've seen him 3 or 4 times) I rolled on over to his website, and subsequently, his blog. The man is smart -- and not in a completely pretentious way (although some uppity-ness rings through... the man did win Grammys). His blog is pretty entertaining, especially the random thoughts.
www.johnmayer.com/blog

This brings me to my point. Why do such intelligent men choose to be with such brainless women? Sure, they're hot, but what's hot got to do with it when you have nothing to talk about? Admittedly, the attraction has to be there, but I personally find things like personality, or sense of humor, or common interests to have equally high holdings in my mind when it comes to guys. I've found that with some guys, their personality reels me in, and the attraction seems to grow over time. The same can be said for girls -- I mean, I know tons of chicks whose attempts to gain a guy's attention are directly related to how hot he is (and that it's not just guys who do it). We've all had our moments, sure, but maybe it's time to put down the lipgloss and pick up a newspaper.

Hmm.

Here's John Mayer playing "Gravity"... such a good performer.




Oh, and if you haven't at least listened to that Tegan and Sara song I mentioned earlier, then Good Bloggie judges you.

...and there's this:

I know I'm a party animal, but thank god I'm not this stupid. Good Bloggie judges you too, Lindsay Lohan.

The Con

Tegan and Sara's new album leaked onto the internet this weekend, and the album's title track, "The Con" is available on a ton of sites. It's totally worth the hype machine search -- the song is good. Expect it to be everywhere in 3-5 months.
I found a leak of the entire album on YouTube, but posting the links to the entire album just seems... wrong. Is that hypocritical?

"Fuckin' Hook Up With Him But Put Xanadu Back On!"

"I'm aliiiiiive! I'm aliiiiiiiive!"

I'm not sure if you understand - upon returning home tonight (and after taking off my jeans in an apparent attempt to free myself from my TrueReligionBounds) I searched the "free movies" section of my Comcast Digital Cable (the capitalization is solely because they're watching. Listening. Recording. Judging. Raising my bill prices.) Anyhoozle, after not finding anything sweet on my DVR, and after perusing the movie selection, I chose (to my roomate's unwitting knwledge) XANADU.

I'm not sure if you're aware of Xanadu. If not, here's a little sample:

I'm sure everyone thinks its a bit bizarre, right? A completely roller-skate-themed movie. A musical at that. I'm not sure, but I have this totally strange affinity for it.

"You may not believe this, but I'm paintin' an album cover, and you're on it!"

Pimpin'.

Actually, awesome roller skate story -- I had these white roller skates with pink wheels and pink laces, that I used to use, because EVERY Saturday, my dad would make me take roller skating lessons.

"Hey, wait a minute! I don't know your name!"

..."Hira!!!"

And so, for a few years of my pre-pubescense, I spent every Saturday in skating lessons, because my dad wanted me to be the roller-disco king he was. Thus, I can kick your ass in skating, rollerblading, or ice-skating. The end.

Also, I wanted to make sure to include this link:

http://www.vidmax.com/index.php/videos/view/1706

I swear to god, this cat eats with a fork. Totally worth watching. If you're into cats.

Or else.

"You think you're pretty special!"

"Yeah I think I'm pretty special...

"Well.... you didn't discover ART!"

Big Time

This is looking like it's going to be an alright post -- I'm sitting here hopped up on caffeine, with nothing to do because my boss had to leave early.


I suppose I could put up pics from my weekend, ya know, like, a week late. Oh well. They're pretty good. (Also, if you haven't, download "Our Life is Not A Movie or Maybe" by Okkervil River if you haven't yet. It's fantastic.)


On Friday we had these grand plans of just going to the Rockies game, hanging out, and driving home. Well, we ended up staying in Denver and partying our asses off. Stoli Blueberry and Red Bulls were only $3.00 at Sports Column, and we were already buzzed, so we stuck around there all night. We ended up running into a ton of friends from FoCo that live in Denver now. Apparently, because there is no dance floor on the roof, my friends and I decided to make one. People were staring, but we were all too drunk to care. Michelle and I got a little wastey-faced, and ended up lying on the floor like baby jesuses. I started throwing vitamin C pills at everyone so they wouldn't get sick, burned my mouth on pizza, and somehow got to Colin's friend Kyle's house unscathed. We each got room on a bed, because his roomates weren't there, but we ended up literally passing out in a pile. Caroline woke up on top of Michelle and Colin and made her way to another room, and I woke up at about 8am with a corner of a blanket next to both Colin and Michelle. We had to go back to Foco to get ready for our BBQ, so we drove back with Colin. I was so hung over I thought I was going to die. So then, we got ready for our party, which involved me buying WAY too much food (we literally have 40 hamburger pattys and 40 hot dogs left for the rest of the summer. Wtf?). Anyhoozle, we had a blast, went through 3 kegs, the cops came so we moved the keg to The Compound, drank it dry, and went to the Armadillo for karaoke. Whoever came up with the idea was a genius -- it was one of the best nights I've had in a long time. So yeah, there's the weekend. These are pictures.

So there they are. I'm not exactly sure what I'm supposed to be doing at work today -- my boss peaced out and told me "we have about 50 things to do, but you know what? I don't care!" Which I am totally alright with. I spent probably a good hour, hour and a half reading the best of Craig's List, all of which are freaking hilarious. The animal ones are too awesome for words.

In my apparent quest to become uber-dorky, I have purchased tickets for the midnight showing of Pirates of the Carribbean: Something Something... Pirates. I desperately hope she doesn't see this -- we've actually convinced Caroline to dress up like a pirate. I told her it was required. The worst part? She actually has a pirate outfit. I think we'll all end up doing it though, because I had to keep the lie going so she didn't find out, and now Heather's all in a tizzy because she doesn't own anything pirate-y enough. Bwahahah.

I convinced Tyler to go to The Faint with me in Boulder in June. Oh god, I'm so excited to see them. Last time I went, it was the biggest scene dance party ever. Every single person was dancing -- the best part is that it's a 2-nighter at the Fox, and it's super small. Come to think of it, I need to get tickets now.

Kind of brings me to another point -- the Bloc Party show on the 12th. I'm so unbelievably excited for it I can't contain myself. I was reading some music blog and stumbled across one of the opening bands for that show -- The Maccabbees. They're actually really good, and have the same energetic sound at BP -- I figured I'd be able to look really, really indie if I knew their songs at the show. Here's a website with MP3's to download. Check them out -- they're great, and the MP3's are free. Get 'em while they're hot:
http://www.indietastic.net/cms/2007/05/start_of_maccabees_us_tour_del.html
I love that the site is called "IndieTastic". It just makes it so much better.

I couldn't watch the finale of Lost last night and have gotten five, FIVE texts about the insanity... I'm super pissed. I want to watch it. I also missed the American Idol finale, but decided to spoil the outcome for myself seeing as the DVR apparently cut off the last 10 minutes. Jordin won. Sorry. Like you couldn't have guessed. Even though she was the obvious choice, and I was rooting for her the whole time, after Melinda was eliminated, it just seemed too easy. Like, "sorry Blake, your beatboxing was cute, but I can sing while screaming, and that's a big deal. Now watch me ink this pop-star deal and be a blip on the map in 2 years. Praise Jesus" As much as it might sound biased, her background is far too conservative to have a lucrative mainstream career. I know that sex isn't the only thing that sells, but she wouldn't be able to do it very well anyways, but still.

Alright, I've run out of things to write about, but hope you're satisfied. Au revoir!

I Can Has Cats?

Despite the fact that most of my knows readers are male, I have refused to sway to more masculine topics when posting. This is my blog, after all, and if I want to post pictures of Jake Gyllenhaal (swoon), I'm damn well going to. I actually don't know who most of my readers are, most of them having access to Good Bloggie through Facebook. (Gotta love the anonymity of the internets.) But yeah, this is my shoddy lead-in to this post.


Most of you will groan when viewing these pictures, because they're something only a crazy person like myself could love. However, there is an internet phenomena picking up after it, and I don't feel too lame posting these. If you're friends with me on Facebook, you should be familiar with them from one of my albums:

Lolcatz.

Yes, I said it. Lol- catz. It all started when my friend Ashton sent me a picture over direct connect on AIM (which I am, sadly never, ever on anymore) that was so awesome I put it up as my profile picture:



The phenomena was born (at least in my head). Here are a few more pics to get you started. After you giggle your way through them (even you boys), you can head over to the best lolcatz site ever:
http://www.icanhascheezburger.com/

So there you go. Please still hang out with me.

Wanna Throw Up A Little?

I know that when you're 16, you're obsessed with the way people percieve you. The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you dress, everything is constantly scrutinized by your peers. Especially if you drive a free 1992 Dodge Dynasty. Someone please feel sorry for me.

However, even if you are in the throes of teen angst, you should never, ever, under any circumstances be allowed to act like the kids on "My Super Sweet 16". I swear, if my kid acted like that, I'd leave them in Somalia. They'd still be the richest, but they'd still probably have to learn how to pluck a chicken or eat cow bones or something.

Wanna throw up a little? Then watch the trailer for this horrible straight-to-DVD release:

My Super Sweet 16 -- The Movie



THE HORROR! THE HORROR!

...Just knowing it's out there makes me fearful for future generations.

VNV Nation

VNV Nation is a band that despite being very good, may fail to capture mainstream attention because of their overall darker feel. However, if you're into synthpop, you'll dig it. Here's an MP3, courtesy of the blog Music in the Car. Get it while it's hot -- most sites don't keep mp3's up for very long.

VNV Nation - The Farthest Star

Creed Thoughts

If you watched the season finale of The Office the other day, you will be familiar with "Creed Thoughts" -- Creed's "blog" that is really a word document. I was hoping they would post it online, and they did! It's the actual one they had on the show. I guess the computers on the set all have internet access, and most of them keep blogs. However, nothing matched the insanity that is Creed's blog.

"I got into a car accident yesterday and I just took off. It didn’t look too bad. The guy was making a big deal out of it, but come on – dogs don’t live forever."

Huh?!

Do you remember when Nicholas Cage was a respected actor? I seem to remember him being pretty good back in the day -- then he went and did movies like Ghost Rider and Next.

Oh, and there's this:



Didn't think anyone would see it, did you Mr. Cage?!

LAMB PANDA!

The Lamb Dressed in Panda's Clothing

"You've heard of mutton dressed as lamb - but here's lamb dressed as panda.
The astonishing black-eyed markings on the youngster made it top of the flock as it gambolled with its newborn playmates. "

It's adorable, I know, and who doesn't like lambpandas?! Apparently this guy, as he was the most unintentionally funny part of the article:

"Baa... See you on my plate."

- Alan, Warrington, England

Hahahahahahhah.

Euuughhh

While perusing ShopBop.com, I came across this unfortunate soul. How the hell is this:

Supposed to make me want to buy clothes?!

I mean, I really dig the recently-punched-in-the-face-just-got-done-throwing-up-I'm-so-bored look. Really. I'm going to go right out and spend $329 on this Marc Jacobs dress just because of it.

Get Your Freak On... Or Something

I was worried I wouldn't have anything to write about today, seeing as it has been fairly uneventful so far. However, I was reading Best Week Ever's blog, and saw this little gem:

Was Zach Galifianakis Thrown Out Of Ellen’s Audience For Refusing To Do Her Silly Little Dance?

Anyone who’s familiar with the bearded comedic stylings of Zach Galifianakis knows that’s he an unpredictable fellow, often wont to show up in the funniest of situations, in the strangest of places. Take, for example, the video below in which Zach is nestled among a sea of super-excited soccer moms in the audience at a taping of Ellen, and as the show producers encourage the crowd to do their crazy “funtime party dance”, Zach just claps uncomfortably. While the video ends prior to the incident’s ultimate conclustion, members of the A Special Thing comedy board claim that Zach was removed from the premises due either to a) his beard, or b) to his unwillingness to have a little fun today. Is the crowd dance party at Ellen really the fun, carefree environment we see every day on the show, or is there a dark, fascist underbelly of forced enthusiasm lurking just below the surface? We may never know…



UPDATE FROM ZACH HIMSELF: The story is that Ellen was watching me in her dressing room - and asked security if I looked weird or suspicious or something like that. My friend who works on the show overheard her and told Ms. Degeneris that I was a friendly - there is a little more to the story but I will keep that secret. But I was not at all asked to leave. If you do not dance with the creeps you are seen as a creep.

It's just so funny the way he hesitantly claps his hands while the rest of the strange, strange white people dance around like they know Mary J. personally. I mean, honestly, I'm all about having a little fun, but this exposed a darker side of Ellen.
Ok, not really, but they still look stupid.

I don't feel good. I'm all sick and tired and haven't gotten any sleep. Poor, poor me.

I guess tomorrow we're going to the Rockies game, and I'm expected to go, not drink, and drive home. Actually, after putting that down, I'm not sure why I'm going. Hrm.

This isn't turning out to be the summer I thought it would be.

Cats + Tape = :)

Damnit. I can't believe I'm posting this. I love cats, don't get me wrong, but this video was way, way, way too funny not to post.

JACKIE!

This video will make your head explode -- from laughter or otherwise. I'm not sure. Kind of like my good looks. Wait, what?

Another Good Song

After reading a comment on yesterday's post, I realized that I did a fairly pathetic job of setting up the video before you all watched it.
"I struggled mightily taking that video and song even remotely serious. The guy reminded me of a character on a kids tv show, like the doodlebops or something."
Thanks for the brutal honesty, Tyler. After watching it again, I realized that I was probably the only person who looked past the ridiculous video, just because the language made sense to me. This is yet another peril of posting things that I think are relevant - often times, they really aren't, and I look silly. No one likes to look silly.

Oh! Yeah, my point was that if you want to comment, do it. I check for comments all the time and no one seems to have anything to say. Le sigh.

This is a fun little game that Mark sent me: save the bunny before it dies. I did it on the first try. See how you do.
http://www.10mg.nl/
See, Mark? If you had your own blog, you could post it, but since you don't, I'm stealing it. Muaahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaa.

There isn't anything really exciting to post today... I was going to post this terrifying (yet slightly entertaining) video of a little kid getting owned by a breakdancer, but I couldn't bring myself to actually search for and post it, so if you're a sadist, or just bored, search it on YouTube. I have standards, you know. They're low, but they're still there.

I'm pretty sure I wrote this in another post, but the Geico Fucking Cavemen are getting their own sitcom. I'm not joking. It's going to be on ABC (way to get yourselves out of a ratings slump... at least it's not Brothers & Sisters. Blech. And it's no National Fucking Bingo Night, either). Who's going to watch it?! It's not like telling the same story over and over again -- this show probably won't get more believeable or funny the more you watch it.
Actually, check back in 6 months, because there's a good chance I'll watch it and pretend this post never happened. Oh, the hypocrisy of Good Bloggie.

Lost is tonight -- only one more episode until the season finale! Eeeee! Then we'll have to wait until February to watch the fourth season. If you're into it, an incredible site to check is Lostpedia. The thing has all sorts of little connections and translations. It's worth checking out; I spent like 30 minutes on it this morning before I slapped myself and went back to work.

I'll leave you with a kick ass song -- "Bright Young Thing" by Albert Hammond Jr.
(Let me preface it by letting you know that the song doesn't seem to have an official video -- this one is scenes from Requiem for A Dream spliced together. It actually works well.)

Qui de Nous Deux

After being assigned a fairly mindless task today at work, I decided I wanted to listen to something other than all the songs I have on my computer or my iPod. I went to yahoo.fr, Yahoo's french sister site, and went to the radio section. To my suprise, almost all of the artists featured were american... I finally found an "in french" station only, and came across this song -- I love it already:



It's worth a listen even if you don't speak the language.

Experiment.

Everyone reading Good Bloggie probably knows that Colorado isn't the coolest place there is. Sure, it's beautiful and the people are healthy, and there are certainly worse places to live, but you don't really notice how behind you are in relation to the coasts until you have something to measure. A while ago, while reading one of my favorite music blogs based in New York City, one of the writers mentioned this song as being played on every station at night:



I actually wrote a post on it a few weeks back, but that was still when people didn't seem to know about it. As I was going through some of my music here at work, I realized that it would be a pretty accurate gauge of the speed it takes popular music to reach Fort Collins, something that I actually found to be slightly sad. I downloaded the song from the site on April 2nd, and first heard it on the radio on April 29th. (I listen to the pop station here in town simply because I enjoy trashy top-40... honestly, who doesn't?! ) The first time I actually heard the song outside of my car was at Wash Bar, on the 4th of May. I didn't hear it again until this Friday at Zydeco's. It took that particular song one month to reach our town.

The arrival of other songs are probably the same, but I always thought the ones created by artists that are more widely known would have a better chance of making it into public favor faster. Interestingly enough, I downloaded "Way I Are" by Timbaland on the same date and had yet to hear it until later than the first song I mentioned -- it could be because it isn't the current single, and Timbaland's name doesn't carry as much weight as, say, Justin Timberlake's. Still, the song's awesome, and easily the best on the record, and if even I were a DJ in a podunk white people town like FoCo, I'd throw it on for sure.

That's why I love the internet: the immediacy. Someone will post a song and you will be able to listen to it then and there instead of waiting for some 35-year-old Clear Channel DJ to decide he likes it.

Actually, that brings me to another topic. I hold radio stations in very, very low esteem. I could go on for hours over what is wrong with them, but I won't... I was listening to Kiis FM one evening while driving over to a friends house and was pretty appalled at a) what the station was getting away with and b) what people were dumb enough to do on the radio. Apparently, they had found couples who knew their spouses were cheating on them and actually convinced these people to let the DJs call and confront them. Not only is it the most passive way to do something (aside from cheating on someone, which is even more passive), but I felt that these people were ridiculous for airing their dirty laundry into the ears of hundreds of listeners. (I know it may sound hypocritical, having a public blog and all, but when I air my dirty laundry, I attempt to do it in the most cryptic way possible.) I mean, if your husband is cheating on you and you know, don't get someone else to call and publicly humiliate both yourself and him.

Alright, that got way off track, but still. Because you let me stand on my soapbox, I'll reward you with this video -- "Nora", the piano-playing cat on Conan. I cried I laughed so hard.

DANZING!

Um... this is probably the most kick ass thing I've seen in a week:



I guess there's some sort of songwriting contest sponsored by Eurovision, and this is the favorite to win it.
Seriously? Freaking awesome. I'll vote for shiny drag queens who sing in German any day.

God, this weekend was a doozy -- I went out Wednesda-Saturday. Each night was a shit show, except for Saturday, when we actually couldn't compel our bodies to accept that much alcohol. I still, however, got an entire beer spilled on my leg and a tequila shot spilled on my foot, so I think I may have gotten drunk through osmosis.

I started my 7:30 a.m. class (steady yourself for the complaining for the next 4 weeks) and I'm sooooooooooooooo tired. Bah, I'm just exhausted from this weekend. I've been really sick lately and I think I may have had a fever last night. I kept waking up all delusional and hot, neither of which is okay with me.

I'm going to have a lot more time to blog now because I've committed myself to working until 5 every day. Why? I don't know. I'll enjoy being rich for the 5 seconds before I go to the bar and buy my friends drinks they don't need, though.

I've just completely lost my focus when I go to work. Meh. I better get back to it. I'll try and post some more stuff soon though.