Saturday, February 11, 2006

More Weller goodness

Yay! Very cool article, comparing The Jam and the Arctic Monkeys.

Friday, February 10, 2006


I can't decide: is it all complete self-indulgent bullshit, or are there some moments of brillance in Pete's prison diary? I feel that I lack the intellectual depth to truly understand poetry- or the will to do so- hence, I may be missing something.

I know, I know, poetry is often a medium that offers entrance to the soul of beings. Expression of the contents of one's heart. But, often, it is shoe-gazing nonsense. Self-indulgent BS, natch.

Fwaaah, Mr. Clooney

So charming, intelligent, handsome. And handsome. Did I mention the fact that he's smoking hot? Oh, I did. Sorry.

"The path to his door is littered with the corpses of female journalists, who after spending half an hour in his company - smart, funny, so suave as to practically curve at the edges - simply expired on the way out and were left to petrify where they fell, on the green patterned carpet of the Dorchester Hotel."

You just can't make this crap up

The United States Judical System, debating what constitutes 'petting.' In Kansas.

On a not-very-related note, Go State! Beat the freaking Jayhawks!


Though I was hoping to see Sean Harris, the actor who played Ian in "24 Hour Party People" reprise the role, I am very much looking forward to seeing this movie.

Thursday, February 09, 2006


I just don't think I can continue to live in a country where Barry Manilow, Train and James Freakin' Blunt are in the Top Ten. I don't think I'm that strong.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

I suppose this means....

Bono is never going to shut his yap. Good deeds, ya ya ya.

That being said, loved the Gorillaz feat. DeLaSoul, tribute to NOLA, Kayne and Jamie and Christina and Herbie Hancock's performances. And Sly's coat. And Mohawk. And the way that I teared up when he stepped onstage for 5 seconds.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

"Love-Rat" Voldemort

Couldn't resist. Also love the bold letters on the word "mother"in the article.

Monday, February 06, 2006

Songs that make me smile

Oh, but there are so many.

1. Tell Her About It- Billy Joel
2. Jackie Wilson Said (I'm in Heaven When You Smile)- Van "The Man" Morrison
3. Sir Duke- Stevie Wonder
4. Bron-Y-Aur Stomp- Led Zeppelin
5. Sweet Jane- Velvet Underground (the bridge, specifically)
6. She Bangs the Drums- The Stone Roses
7. The Weight- Aretha Franklin (the addition of 'sock it to me' works. Fantastically).
8. Stray Cat Blues- The Rolling Stones (I know, sick puppy).
9. Town Called Malice- The Jam
10. She's Electric- Oasis

Bonus tracks- Paradise City- Guns and Roses. Slash is my man. (Though obviously not when this song was released. As I was 11). And "I Am the Resurrection"- The Stone Roses.

This is a satire, y'all

Oooh, but funny. This idiot, whom the letter is addressed to, is trying to outlaw any sex-related activity by the under-16's in Kansas. Including Frenching. Not kidding, unfortunately. But hey, as long as you're married (I believe you can get married at 14 in Kansas), it's all good.

Quite painful for the Iowa Stater in me not to snark further. Veddy painful.

Fricking Jayhawks.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

The Vines

Hate to harp at people with problems, but when I saw The Vines in concert a few years ago, they recieved the dubious honor of being the first concert that I ever walked out on. And I saw Nelson (with the twins) when I was in high school. But we shall never speak of this again, m'kay?

An aside- Jet opened for The Vines. Blew them out of the water. I know they're a bit derivative, but I Do Not Care.

Thanks, Janet and Justin. Thanks a lot.

Oh for GOD'S sake, they censored The Stones? Jesus, Mary and Joseph- do the numbnuts at ABC realize that Start Me Up is played at, oh jeez, about every single farking NFL, NBA, NHL, MLB, BBC, NBC- okay, pulled the last two out of my butt- game ever? Well, since the release of Tattoo You?

Probably not. Wankers.

Harper Lee

To Kill a Mockingbird is one of my absolute favorite, all-time desert island books. After reading this article, I am going upstairs, find my copy and re-read it for the millionth time. As soon as Grey's Anatomy is over, of course.