Oh, Kanye

Here's Kanye's first single off of his new album, "Something Something I'm Really Full of Myself". Actually, scratch that. Here's Kanye West talking over a perfectly good Daft Punk song.

Listen Up

There are fluctuating opinions on "what's cool and what's not" on the internet. Pretty much any blogger can say something is cool, and have yet another decry their opinion in the comments below. So what defines cool? I'll sit here all day, pounding on my keyboard about things that I think are relevant, and go home to find that none of my roomates know what I'm even talking about. I had to actually explain to them who Jim Morrison was last night. Seriously.
Nowadays, for a music magazine to seem subversive, it just has to have someone like platinum-selling Amy Winehouse on the cover and have her talk about her drinking habits. For a women's magazine to sell issues, it has to talk about sex, men, and sex with men. Men's magazines? You know the drill. What happened to strong, upstanding influences on Americans? Why, as a nation, do we choose to read more articles on Paris Hilton than on the war in Iraq? I admit that yes, I am one of those people -- but how did I get that way?
This brings me to my point; it's slightly old news (old being like, a month) but I had always intended on writing a post about The Gossip's Beth Ditto. She appeared naked on the cover of NME, Britain's most simultaneously loved and hated music magazine, to prove a point: that being big isn't that big of a deal. People offered mixed reactions on it, from "she's doing it for the attention" to "OMG I lurrrve big lesbians!". Judge for yourself... and here's the video for "Listen Up". It's totally worth a listen.



Finally, here's an ad for Pepsi that the Black Eyed Peas made an entirely new song for. What is up with these people hanging out in a condemned building?! I know that if I started falling through floors, I'd try my best to stay still. Some dude died on Desperate Housewives from that shit. Nah uh.

Domo

Here's one of a million "The Office" mashups, this time mixed with Styx's "Mr. Roboto".

It's awesome.

Kooks

This clip is a bit old, but it's just ridiculous that there's nothing like this going on in the States. Seriously, these guys, The Klaxons, and of course, the Maccabees, are on such a higher par than, say, Fall Out Boy. They're just so much more understated and Ashlee Simpson-less.

The Kooks - "Naive"

YEOWWW!!!

So the "Dramatic Chipmunk" video I posted the other day is like, the most popular video on the internets, but I've found one that's even better than the original:

CSI: Miami style



You're fucking welcome.

Best 5 Second Video.... Ever.

Do You Miss Home?

Here's a band that I've been raving about for a while -- The Maccabees. They're incredible. Like, incredible incredible. The worst part? I'm absoloutely obsessed with them, and their album has been out for almost a year now in the U.K.. I hate being behind the curve; "almost a year" in internet time is like an eternity. They're still insanely good and I strongly suggest you listen to them and become as equally obsessed as I am. I'll even burn you the CD if you ask.

The Maccabees -- "First Love"


"About Your Dress" -- the video is kind of... weird, but the song is awesome. I've had "you stuck out like a sore thumb, the most beautiful sore thumb I've ever seen" in my head for days.


This guy below, Jack Penate, has toured with The Maccabees before.
(As you can see, I've gone back into being a huge Anglo-phile. This happened last summer, if you read my blog then. I have no idea what brings it on. It's very strange.)
Anyways, the song is awesome, his dancing is kick-ass, and this comment just makes it all the more awesome:

whitd0816 (5 days ago)
Let's all leave America and move to England.
Anyone notice the bassist's Pirates hat?

Let's leave the 3am drunken YouTube posts to the pros, Whit.



This weekend is Brewfest. Yippee!

Oh, I forgot -- I hit over 2,500 views! I think I'm at 2,525 now (actually, you'll never see that, but whatever) but I've been waiting for that for a while now. Yay.

..........

It's been a while since I've written. I've been trying to sort through all of the emotions that resulted from my friend's death. I realized something yesterday -- I don't want to be sad anymore, but I don't want to put this behind me. I don't want to forget him, because he was such an incredible person and his spirit and passion for life should live on.
If I've learned something from this, it's that you shouldn't care what people think about you, and love like you mean it. Don't hold anything back, because you never know what could happen.

I was driving home from his service and this song came on the radio -- it was insanely fitting. I started crying so hard I had to pull over.



"If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them out
Cause they're all wrong
I know better
Cause you said forever
And ever
Who knew

Remember when we were such fools
And so convinced and just too cool
Oh no
No no
I wish I could touch you again
I wish I could still call you friend
I'd give anything

When someone said count your blessings now
'fore they're long gone
I guess I just didn't know how
I was all wrong
They knew better
Still you said forever
And ever
Who knew

Yeah yeah
I'll keep you locked in my head
Until we meet again
Until we
Until we meet again
And I won't forget you my friend
What happened

If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them out
Cause they're all wrong and
That last kiss
I'll cherish
Until we meet again
And time makes
It harder
I wish I could remember
But I keep
Your memory
You visit me in my sleep
My darling
Who knew
My darling
My darling
Who knew
My darling
I miss you "

Rest In Peace

I just don't know what to do.

http://www.denverpost.com/ci_6149851

I feel like I'm going to throw up.

Eagle vs. Shark

This movie from New Zealand looks good:




Think it'll come to Fort Collins?

I need....

This is a fun little game. Go to Google and type in "(Your Name) needs" and see what comes up. Mine was less than stellar -- "Whitney needs Jesus". Hmm.

Tuesday

Haven't you ever wanted to go to CatTown?
"HELLO EVERYBODY, LET'S ALL PARTY SAFELY AND HAVE LOTS OF FUN AND NOT EAT UNWRAPPED CANDY"
http://www.spatch.net/cattown/episode-halloween01.html
Seriously. Go there. Cats + MS Paint = sweetest Halloween party ever.

Alright, I used to think Zach Braff was a badass. I totally thought he was one of those nice guys with a good head on his shoulders... then I read this: (from Gawker.com)
"Our Stalkettes' very well-reasoned argument that Zach Braff is without worth really struck a chord with us. It also made us think about how incredibly sick we are of reading basically the same sighting of the Jerseyan ass-grabbing menace over and over again. "Saw Zach Braffthe other night outside of the Beatrice Inn talking toa pretty girl." "Saw Zach Braff at anotheroom in Tribeca...he was sitting with a young lady who was glowing just to be with him." "Zach Braff having dinner at Pastis. He arrived with a pretty girl and they joined a group of friends." And of course, "Zach Braff hanging out with an attractive petite blonde babe at the end of the bar at La Esquina." We get it. A babe is to this dude what a hockey stick is to Mike Meyers, and to be honest, these sightings make us pine for the latter. At least Mike is sort of funny. So keep your Zach Braff knowledge locked up inside next to your Ethan Hawke knowledge from now on! BANNED!"

Zach Braff actually got banned for life from the Gawker Stalker. Bwahaha.

Ryan Reynolds (drool) has gotten himself a writing gig for the Huffington Post. He's an incredibly competent writer. See for yourself.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/ryan-reynolds/the-clown-god_b_51698.html

I have an uber hilarious post to do, but I've spent too much time on this one, so I'll do it tomorrow. It's so hard to blog when you have work to do. Or... it's so hard to work when you have blog to do.

Oh my god. I almost forgot. Bloc Party was last night. It was, hands down, the most incredible showI've ever been to. I have no hearing, but still.

Fucking incredible.

"Academic" Village?

An artist's rendering of the new Academic Village on campus was released today. I took it upon myself to describe the random people they decided to insert.

( I think you're going to have to click on it to view it. )

Stuntastic.

"Bittersweet", a collaboration between John Mayer and Kanye West, leaked all over the internet today. The first time I listened to it, I didn't really like it -- it's gotta be something to do with the harpsichord in the background. However, after watching this video with John Mayer explaining the, erm, collabo, I'm a fan. I don't even give a shit what the song sounds like, or how much of an ass Kanye is, John Mayer is a fucking badass. Seriously. Watch it.



I mean, he was in "Go" with Common, so he has a little street cred, right? Anyways, the hyperlink above is an mp3 of the song, so you can download it if you want to.

Actually, it's interesting. After not blogging about John Mayer, like, ever, I've done a few posts about him in the last few weeks. Then I learn that there's an extra ticket to his show this Saturday with my name on it. Sweet!

Bloc Party is tomorrow. EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Ridic.

So. Paris Hilton is out of jail after serving something like 4 or 5 days. I'm sure you know this, seeing as the news is everywhere. Apparently now the judge and the prosecutor that put her in there are furious, saying that the LA Sherriff's department violated the terms of her sentence and are basically in contempt. In other news, I've been watching way too much Law & Order.

What I find outrageously insane about this whole ordeal is the amount of attention it's been getting. Consider this picture. This is what it looks like outside of her house today:

I think it's incredible that people care so much -- I'm saying this knowing full well how much of a hypocritical statement that is, seeing as I'm writing about it on my own blog. I just think that the celebrity worship that seems to run rampant nowadays is the result of people's denial about the state of their own lives. People are so disillusioned these days, and the thing about it is that there's not a lot to link it to. In the 60's, there was Vietnam, and a definite reason to feel disenfranchised, and now what do we have? Oh, right, a live news feed of Paris Hilton getting escorted to a courthouse.

Hmm. Oh, yeah, here's an excerpt from a conversation on Facebook that Mark and I were having about this whole thing:

Mark: "So how infuriating is this Paris Hilton jail sentence? You've got to be kidding me. Apparently she did have to endure the cavity search upon first entering the prison, which probably wasn't difficult considering who we're dealing with. I'll just leave it at that."

Me: "I snorted a little bit on your Paris comment. The thing about it is that tons of celebrities go to jail -- they're just mostly males. Plus, the females that go to jail are huge fuckups that are caught with meth or something. It's amazing that she had to go to jail, and that her fancy-pants lawyer couldn't get her out of it. Also, why the hell is Lindsay Lohan not feeling the wrath of her DUI? I heard that her friend, Samantha Ronson (and her purported lesbian lover) planted the cocaine in the car in order to make the headlines bigger -- also, that she has a deal with TMZ so that if she gets them exclusive headlines and photos, (like the ones of Lindsay passed out in the passenger seat of her car) they will give her a couple thousand dollars. Ah, the price of secondhand fame."

Update: They threw her back in jail. I never thought I would say this, but... I feel kind of bad for her. There I said it. Judge me if you must.

Bike Messengers in NYC = Crazy

I told myself when I clicked on this link that I wasn't going to watch all 7 minutes, but I found myself unable to push "pause". See for yourself.

Arcade Fire

"Funeral" by The Arcade Fire has got to be one of my most favorite albums of all time. It took a little getting used to, but I think I've listened to it like, a hundred times. Or less, who knows. I was on YouTube today watching Arcade Fire videos and came across this one:

I love it because they all just stand up there and perform their heads off, yelling and playing. I was watching the lead singer and thinking to myself how uncharacteristically uncharasmatic he was, and I realized that there are 8 of them on stage (9 if you count Bowie), and to have a boisterous attention-hungry lead singer just wouldn't work. My little sister says to me the other day, "Whitney, have you seen Labrynth? It has Davey Bows in it." I love how she knows she's supposed to know who he is, but just has no idea.



Not only is it fucking awesome, but the description really reeled me in:
"If you don't cry watching this, you are dead inside."
And the comment below it?
"Jesus Herbert Walker Christ, I cried."

What I Like About... Oh, Who Knows...

Poison. Remember them? (And I say "remember them" not in a nostalgic way, but in a "from the Monster Ballads commercials" way.) Well... they're back. And they're back with... a cover. Of "What I Like About You". Hasn't this been covered for every Disney channel movie ever? I mean, kudos for picking a song that no one hates, but day-um. Here's the video:



I was reading an interesting article yesterday about how the pseudo-emo-punk-rockers of our day are the hair-band-rockers of the 80's. Think about it... mostly femal fan base, innocuous, upbeat and easy to listen to music, and the jeans. Dear lord, the jeans.
The question that begs to be answered is whether dudes like Pete Wentz (and their "guyliner") are going to be the Bon Jovis of our kids' day. Like, are they going to be singing along to "This Ain't A Scene, It's an Arms Race" like we wail along to "You Give Love A Bad Name"? I shudder to think.

I'm Running Out of Titles for My Posts.

I love blogs. I read like, 10 different ones each day. I'm not sure why I like them so much; it's probably the unbridled honesty and snarky opinions that get me. Good Bloggie isn't the biggest deal -- I know this -- but it has a special place in my heart. I'm just glad that I'll be able to look back at this thing in 5 years (hopefully Google will still be around and the earth won't be ruled by evil baby robots) and I'll know exactly what my life was like, instead of remembering just the good times or the bad times. I've also resolved to take more pictures of things, and less of myself at arms-length, pursing my lips together in a faux-hot pose. The only problem is that the camera I currently own is about 4 years old, and was constructed to be put into the foundation of a house -- it's a brick. If my dad and I get our shit together and actually go to Europe, maybe I can hit him up for a new one. Then again, hitting him up for a Blackberry, a new camera, and an iPod for my birthday might be pushing it. That's what parents are for right? Buying you things that you can't afford? Hmm. I sound like such an asshole.

Like I said, my dad and I are trying to plan a trip to Scotland, England, and France. I really want to go to England and France, but Scotland is the homeland, and my dad has to make it a point to stop by every time he's in the vicinity. My dad asked me what I wanted to do, and I had this inspired idea to try and find the castle that Monty Python was shot in, because every castle scene in the movie was actually only shot in one castle. I know this because a) I'm a nerdfuck and b) because I watched the behind the scenes of The Quest for the Holy Grail because I'm a nerdfuck. The only thing that might be "meh-worthy" about this trip would be that I couldn't go out and experience the nightlife so much -- I'm sure a 50-something American Dad and his 20-something American daughter would stick out like sore thumbs. And I'm sure getting stabbed because I went to the pub by myself wouldn't be too sweet either.

I don't really have any interesting links to post today -- unless you clicked on the creepy robot baby link on YouTube above (and if you did, kudos for interacting). I've been trying to do an overhaul on the whole Good Bloggie template but my work computer won't let me. Just as well, because I'm not even supposed to be blogging here.

In all honesty, I could do this for a living. It would be the most amazing job ever to blog -- I do all the background work anyways, and almost always find something awesome to write about. I know it's awesome in my opinion, but get used to it -- you're here for a reason.

We found the sickest house, but the damn lady won't call me back to give me the lease. This whole housing thing is the biggest pain in the ass.

Alright, work time. Oh! Pretty soon, I'll have 2500 views! That's kind of awesome. :)

NEERRRRGHGHGHGHGH

My life has gotten so monotonous that it feels like I've got this constant drone going on in my head, like "neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrnnnnnneeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrr rehhhh rehhhhhhh rehhh"... However, as I sit here and think about it, what do I really have to complain about? I'm healthy, and happy, albeit fairly poor... so I should probably stop bitching.
Or not. It's just so much fun.

I've been thinking about how much my life has changed in the four years of college. I came here with barely any close friends at CSU, no clue as to what I wanted to do, and no idea who I was. I told Ashton when I saw him last, "if we could be the people we are now, in high school, we would run that place." I've just changed so much, from a well-liked, slightly outgoing person into a reasonably well-tolerated, gregarious individual. I love my friends, and even though I get sick of them every so often, I've had the best time with them. That's why it's so strange that it's all kind of coming to an end. I mean, they're all moving to Denver, but I'm not sure that's the path I want to take -- I want to get out of Colorado for a while, but that would mean I would have to leave everyone behind. If only I could convice them to come with me somewhere. Hmm.

We saw Knocked Up on Friday -- I had such high expectations that it slightly disappointed. The scenes with all of the guys were the funniest, and there should have been more of them. I guess I was expecting a comedy, but instead, I got a romantic comedy. Oh, and three shots of a baby's head crowning. Thanks Judd Apatow. I guess I'll just have to hold out for SuperBad. Michael Cera is a bad mothafucka. Or something.

I can't wait for Grindhouse and Hot Fuzz to come out on DVD. Expect me to be talking about them incessantly again when that happens.

Today at Chipotle, if you donated canned food, you got a free burrito. It was glooooooorious! I kept ogling everyone in line with my mouth stuffed full of burrito. Pretty much everyone in the world came. Go if you can -- it's for a good cause.

This is really sweet: Lala.com is offering free streaming of all of their albums in the hopes that you'll pony up the money to put them on your ipod.

"It's like a subscription music service, but without the monthly subscription fee. Lala is betting that in return for getting all that free access to music at home, listeners will pay to buy the songs they want to take with them on iPods and other music players. The prices will range from $6.50 to $13.50 for an album. (For now, Lala plans to sell music only by the album rather than song by song.)
Lala, whose owners include Bain Capital LLC and several veteran Silicon Valley investors, is underwriting the free offering by paying major labels $6 to $8 a user each month, about the same wholesale rate paid by online music-subscription services like RealNetworks Inc.'s Rhapsody. But where Rhapsody and its competitors charge users $12 a month for "all you can eat streaming," www.Lala.com will charge nothing. And where Rhapsody and its competitors require users to load special -- and occasionally glitchy -- programs to access their offerings, Lala will work through a normal Web browser. Users of Lala's Web-based service can create and save playlists, send them to friends and browse the virtual collections of other users -- all for free.More important still, the new service will work with Apple Inc.'s iPods -- something no iTunes competitor featuring major-label content has been able to do."

So, now when I make incredibly awesome music suggestions (as I often do, even though they are seemingly ignored by most of my readers) you can click your happy ass over to Lala.com and listen to the whole album for free.

Alright, I'm going to work now... Expect another post in 15 minutes.

So...Bored....

This is pretty much what I feel like today:

Nnnnerhghgghhg.... brains....

Spider Cat?

I haven't seen Spider Man 3 yet -- unusual for someone with such a love for pop culture such as myself, I know. However, gleaning my opinion for the not-so-stellar reviews, I decided to wait a little on dear ol' spidey. Plus, there's no way a three-hour, million dollar movie could make me as happy as this 30-second YouTube clip just did.

Actually, this ties in nicely: EmoGoogle. For all of you wanting to know how tight your jeans and how black your hair should be.

I typed in "I hate my parents" and returned 598,000 results. Ah, youth.

Seeee Reeson I Brease Izz Yeooowww

Alright. Now I kind of understand what you all are probably going through when I post things in French:

A finalist on the french version of "American Idol" (called Nouvelle Star) sang Britney Spears' "Baby One More Time". Not only is it a completly inane pop song, but he kind of doesn't know the words. The woman in the purple top hat seems to like it though.

Totally worth a watch: