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:

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.