Friday, October 28, 2005


Though I am a complete Anglophile (working class) rock snob now, this was not always the case. Back in junior high, my favorite group was, shudder, New Kids On the Block. Yes, I just said that. Hey, I was 13, give me a break. At least it wasn't Stryker!

I loved NKOTB for many, mostly peer-pressure-related reasons, that make me cringe now. Madonna and Prince were a bit too much for my pre-sexual self, but the New Kids were okay somehow. Though now, looking back, I think that I loved them so, was because Donnie Wahlberg scared me a little. In a "good" way. (Not just because of the righteous mullet).

That confession aside, the scary man, Mr. Donnie Wahlberg, is on Jimmy Kimmel tonight. Watch, if simply for the reason that he was unbelievable in "Band of Brothers" and "Boomtown." Such a great actor.

Poor, poor, pitiful me

My life sucks right now. I was supposed to go to the Twin Cities this weekend to A- celebrate Cyclone-style the High (both literally and figuratively) Holidays (Halloween) with Stace and Brookie, and B- Avoid my right-winger relatives that will be arriving to help clean my grandpa's timber for the upcoming deer season (quit snickering).

But, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO- things just had to go wrong. Wednesday night, I was minding my own business, getting ready to go down to the basement to email various amusing (Robbie Williams nekkid) things to my friends when I was met with tragedy. My damned cat, Holden- let me tell you, I am regretting that particular name choice, ran in front of me and nearly knocked me down the stairs.

Whilst I was keeping myself from going ass over teakettle down the friggin' stairs, I pulled my gluteal area. Yep, that would be my arse. This resulted in my limping about like I'm 90, and two appointments with the chiropractor. Not to mention, it's the right cheek, which causes me to put my weight on my left ankle, the bum one, that resulted from my girl's bachelorette party in, oh God, I don't remember. (The famed sliding-down-the-big-Lego-at-the- Mall of America- incident).

And also my current situation, sitting in front of the computer, watching "Little Britain," with an ice pack on my can, drinking a lovely tequila- based drink to kill the pain. As pain-relieving gels go, let me tell you, BioFreeze is a vast improvement on IcyHot. I can't even tell you how much it pains me to say that. Again, with the literal and figurative.

So, not only am I still living and working for my parents, 30 and a singleton, now, my butt is gimpy. Instead of drinking heavily in inappropriate costumes with my girls, I now get to hear about how Hillary Clinton is conspiring to implement the New World Order, and how John Kerry actually shot himself in Vietnam. Instead of busting out my Catholic schoolgirl costume for the umpteenth time, I get to hear about how rich, white, private-school educated people are so incredibly oppressed in America. With an ice-pack on my ass. I rule! So kidding there. Jeez, I hope Dad still has some Vicodin left in the medicine cabinet. Kidding. Okay, not so much.

I need cheering.

Songs that bear repeated listening. This week.

1. Kinky Afro- Happy Mondays
2. Freak Like Me- Sugababes
3. Sweet Jane- Velvet Underground
4. What's So Funny ('bout Peace, Love and Understanding)?- Elvis Costello
5. The Masterplan- Oasis
6. Broken Stones- Paul Weller
7. Extraordinary Machine- Fiona Apple
8. Tupelo Honey- Van Morrison
9. Working My Way Back to You- The Spinners
10. Jailbreak- Thin Lizzy

I love him

I laugh my head off at this site. He's so funny......

God, Jack and Ginger

Is it sad, that I once wanted to take up percussion, because I wanted my legs to look like what I imagined Ginger Baker's thighs to look like?

Wait, just answered my own question.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Tats, etc

Let's hope Wills obtains a tattoo by the time he gets to the same point at Sandhurst. I know, sick. But you know you're thinking the same damn thing.

Yeah, but no, but yeah

I love Little Britain on BBC America(suprise, suprise). Makes me laugh my arse off. The laydees, the "only gay in the village," the vomiting elderly women, VickyPollard- who has six children from seven different fathers... Totally hysterical.

Monday, October 24, 2005

Ahoy, mateys! New Pirates II Info!

I adored the first "Pirates of the Caribbean" movie. Adored. It. What's not to love? My girl, Keira, kicking some butt in a corset, Orlando, the prettiest man in the universe sword- fighting, and Johnny Depp, acting like a pirate version of Keith Richards? Nothing, I tell you, there is nothing not to love. Not to mention, the hottest kiss in the known universe at the end of the show. And, since I have a recurring dream that I'm stranded on a desert island with Mr. Depp, with lots of rum, the movie hit close to home. Okay, I'm lying about that part, but, damn, that would be a really great dream. Please listen, subconscious.

The next one comes out this coming summer. I am really stinking excited, in case you couldn't tell from the above paragraph.

God Love Liam Gallagher. I certainly do.

I love Kate Moss- as a fashion icon, she is without peer. But this quote from the delightfully mouthy Liam Gallagher, made me giggle like a 10 year- old girl after eating Pixi Stix and drinking a Mountain Dew.

"I don't care, man. I don't care about her, her f***ing drugs or her f***ing stupid mates. Same goes for f***ing Babyshambles. I don't want to fight them, I don't want their f***ing birds, I don't want to shoot their dogs, I don't want to stand on their hamster's head. I'm just not into their music."

(I do feel that I need to point out that Pete Doherty and Liam both have a kid by the same woman, and Pete is allegedly sporadic with his child support. Also, Pete's new band, Babyshambles, was supposed to open for Oasis at their concert at Southampton, and didn't show up. Because he allegedly had a fight with Kate. Nice way to get a new rock group off the ground, there, Pete. Do a no-show in front of 75,000 people. Hence the bitterness from Gallagher the Younger).

From Yahoo!

24 days till Goblet of Fire! YAY!

Sunday, October 23, 2005

The Good Doctor's Widow

R.I.P, Hunter, wherever you are.

The Weird Sisters

I realize that I am most likely going to be the only one in the theater watching "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" that knows that members of the Weird Sisters band include the guitar player and drummer from Radiohead, and Jarvis Cocker from Pulp- but hey, I'm okay with that. Just like I was cool with being the only one during "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban" to recognize Ian Brown. (Can't miss the cheekbones). My name is Jen, and I am a rockaholic.

I do not care

I do not care what my friends, Glamour magazine, et al say. Prince William does not have thinning hair. Dip dip dip dip dip dip dip.

This is why I love the Kaisers,11712,1598283,00.html

They are essentially Brits. Therefore, I adore them.


Thank you, Jesus, Mary and Joseph.