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That would be more fun than proverbial monkeys-in-barrels to see in concert.
Friday, November 11, 2005
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Lizzy and Darcy
http://salon.com/ent/movies/review/2005/11/11/pride_prejudice/
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To say that I'm excited about this movie, is possibly the biggest understatement of the past six months.
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To say that I'm excited about this movie, is possibly the biggest understatement of the past six months.
Today in my unhealthy Oasis obsession
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I would so hit that. Don't think twice, it's alright, baby. With apologies to Mr. Zimmerman for the latter.
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I would so hit that. Don't think twice, it's alright, baby. With apologies to Mr. Zimmerman for the latter.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
I would just die
http://www.guardian.co.uk/arts/reviews/story/0,11712,1635733,00.html
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Okay, just saying for the record, if I was at a White Stripes concert, and Jimmy Page was in attendance, I would die. On the spot.
In interest of full disclosure, I once had my picture taken in front of Jimmy's house in London (the one with only stained glass windows). I know, pathetic. But I'm not afraid to admit my Led Zep fan girl status.
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Okay, just saying for the record, if I was at a White Stripes concert, and Jimmy Page was in attendance, I would die. On the spot.
In interest of full disclosure, I once had my picture taken in front of Jimmy's house in London (the one with only stained glass windows). I know, pathetic. But I'm not afraid to admit my Led Zep fan girl status.
Friday, November 04, 2005
On my mind
Okay, I have to get this off my chest.
My little brother, who is a senior in college, just called me, and asked me what it would take for me to be he and his friends designated driver tonight. I told him "a tank of gas and the new Jam at the BBC CD." I'm fully prepared for vomiting in the Jeep.
Luckily for me, my hetero life-mate, Stacy, was a Contiki travel guide in Europe, and has passed on to me many ways of dealing with inebriates. She should know, escorting 30-40 drunken 18-25 year-olds round the Old World every three weeks for three years. Mainly, looping carrier bag handles round their ears to reduce projectile mess in moving vehicles.
This is not a normal occurence, though my brother is a great deal more responsible than I was at that age, as God only knows. 3.97 GPA versus my own pitiful at 21 GPA of 2.3. For you see, he and his friends are out on the town tonight because one of their buddies is back from the Army in Iraq.
While my baby brother worries about grades and getting a job in June, his friend- whom he attended K-12 with, is praying the military doesn't start the Stop-Gap thing again, and he's able to come home in January. While Z is planning the semi-annual Beer Olympics, he's hoping that the car that his Humvee is passing won't explode.
We have a picture of all the guys that I'm picking up at the bar tonight, when they were at my brother's 6th birthday party. They are all without their shirts on, and their skinny white boy chests are covered with fake tattoos, as they flex their non-existent muscles, grinning fit to kill, wired on cheap frosting.
This war is, well, I don't know where to start. What I do know, is that my mom can't talk about my brother's 3 friends who are in the military without crying, and neither can I. We pray that God blesses our troops, but what if that isn't enough? Doesn't every country pray for their soldiers? Who are the truly blessed? And why....
So, I will happily schelp my ass to pick them up tonight, hoping all the while, that I don't weep while driving them to their homes, as I am now.
My little brother, who is a senior in college, just called me, and asked me what it would take for me to be he and his friends designated driver tonight. I told him "a tank of gas and the new Jam at the BBC CD." I'm fully prepared for vomiting in the Jeep.
Luckily for me, my hetero life-mate, Stacy, was a Contiki travel guide in Europe, and has passed on to me many ways of dealing with inebriates. She should know, escorting 30-40 drunken 18-25 year-olds round the Old World every three weeks for three years. Mainly, looping carrier bag handles round their ears to reduce projectile mess in moving vehicles.
This is not a normal occurence, though my brother is a great deal more responsible than I was at that age, as God only knows. 3.97 GPA versus my own pitiful at 21 GPA of 2.3. For you see, he and his friends are out on the town tonight because one of their buddies is back from the Army in Iraq.
While my baby brother worries about grades and getting a job in June, his friend- whom he attended K-12 with, is praying the military doesn't start the Stop-Gap thing again, and he's able to come home in January. While Z is planning the semi-annual Beer Olympics, he's hoping that the car that his Humvee is passing won't explode.
We have a picture of all the guys that I'm picking up at the bar tonight, when they were at my brother's 6th birthday party. They are all without their shirts on, and their skinny white boy chests are covered with fake tattoos, as they flex their non-existent muscles, grinning fit to kill, wired on cheap frosting.
This war is, well, I don't know where to start. What I do know, is that my mom can't talk about my brother's 3 friends who are in the military without crying, and neither can I. We pray that God blesses our troops, but what if that isn't enough? Doesn't every country pray for their soldiers? Who are the truly blessed? And why....
So, I will happily schelp my ass to pick them up tonight, hoping all the while, that I don't weep while driving them to their homes, as I am now.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Songs of the week
I.E. songs that I have sung (screamed) along to in the car more times that I'd like to admit.
1. Jesus Walks- Kayne West
2. One Love- The Stone Roses
3. I Heard It Through the Grapevine- Gladys Knight and the Pips
4. Winterlong- Neil Young
5. This Is A Low- Blur
6. Red Alert- Basement Jaxx
7. Sweet Caroline- Neil Diamond
8. Eleanor, Put Your Boots On- Franz Ferdinand
9. Digsy's Diner- Oasis
10. Going Underground- The Jam
1. Jesus Walks- Kayne West
2. One Love- The Stone Roses
3. I Heard It Through the Grapevine- Gladys Knight and the Pips
4. Winterlong- Neil Young
5. This Is A Low- Blur
6. Red Alert- Basement Jaxx
7. Sweet Caroline- Neil Diamond
8. Eleanor, Put Your Boots On- Franz Ferdinand
9. Digsy's Diner- Oasis
10. Going Underground- The Jam
Much better
http://www.guardian.co.uk/filmandmusic/story/0,16373,1607626,00.html
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Okay, my cat-related injury is not improving greatly. Still sitting here with an ice-pack on my hiney. Treating pain with fine barley products. Feeling rather pathetic for doing such.
Then, I read this interview with Pete Doherty, and suddenly, I felt quite virtuous and organic. Healthy, even.
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Okay, my cat-related injury is not improving greatly. Still sitting here with an ice-pack on my hiney. Treating pain with fine barley products. Feeling rather pathetic for doing such.
Then, I read this interview with Pete Doherty, and suddenly, I felt quite virtuous and organic. Healthy, even.
Oh, boy
http://www.hellomagazine.com/royalty/2005/11/03/charlesandcamilla/">Link
Somebody needs to tell Laura Bush to lay off the Botox. Seriously, she probably doesn't cry, she leaks Botulism. She's the Nicollette Sheridan of the political world.
Look at Camilla- most likely has had work done, but looks totally age-appropriate.
Somebody needs to tell Laura Bush to lay off the Botox. Seriously, she probably doesn't cry, she leaks Botulism. She's the Nicollette Sheridan of the political world.
Look at Camilla- most likely has had work done, but looks totally age-appropriate.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
I find crap like this fascinating
http://www.mtv.com/bands/m/music_geek/pamusic_103105/
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Article from MTV on how various bands choose the tunes that play before they take the stage. Obligatory quote from my secret boyfriend, Noel.
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Article from MTV on how various bands choose the tunes that play before they take the stage. Obligatory quote from my secret boyfriend, Noel.
One of my fashion idols
http://www.hellomagazine.com/music/2005/11/01/eurythmics/
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I am, among many other things, (Alias, Iowa State Cyclones, Oasis, Bridget Jones, et al...) rather obsessed with fashion. There are some who simply help to revolutionize how a certain era looks, such as Anita Pallenberg in the 60's. Annie Lennox- well, it doesn't get too much more iconic than she. Try to imagine what the 1980's would have looked like without the Eurythmics videos. You can't, can you?
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I am, among many other things, (Alias, Iowa State Cyclones, Oasis, Bridget Jones, et al...) rather obsessed with fashion. There are some who simply help to revolutionize how a certain era looks, such as Anita Pallenberg in the 60's. Annie Lennox- well, it doesn't get too much more iconic than she. Try to imagine what the 1980's would have looked like without the Eurythmics videos. You can't, can you?
So friggin cool
http://www.guardian.co.uk/arts/reviews/story/0,11712,1606698,00.html
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Concerts I would have sacrificed non-essential extremities to attend- Gorillaz at Manchester Opera House. (Yes, I realize that they're cartoons).
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Concerts I would have sacrificed non-essential extremities to attend- Gorillaz at Manchester Opera House. (Yes, I realize that they're cartoons).
Sunday, October 30, 2005
So much better than the Grammys
http://www.bbcamerica.com/britain/brit_awards/brit_awards.jsp
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Watching the Brit Awards on BBC America. So much better than the Grammys, it's not even funny. Performers include: Franz Ferdinand( major dance break there), Green Day, Natasha and Daniel Bedingfield, Robbie Williams and Joss Stone, Jamelia, Scissor Freaking Sisters, and The Streets. Worth watching alone for the GD performance. "American Idiot," indeed. Not to mention, Jamelia and Lemar perform a duet to "Addicted to Love." I want my legs to look like hers in my next life. Also, my abs to resemble Jake Shears's.
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Watching the Brit Awards on BBC America. So much better than the Grammys, it's not even funny. Performers include: Franz Ferdinand( major dance break there), Green Day, Natasha and Daniel Bedingfield, Robbie Williams and Joss Stone, Jamelia, Scissor Freaking Sisters, and The Streets. Worth watching alone for the GD performance. "American Idiot," indeed. Not to mention, Jamelia and Lemar perform a duet to "Addicted to Love." I want my legs to look like hers in my next life. Also, my abs to resemble Jake Shears's.
Haha- we win!
http://www.chron.com/cs/CDA/ssistory.mpl/sports/3425435
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Oh Thank You, Jesus, we won. I have a year's worth of leverage against my Aggie friends. Hee. Hee. Hee.
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Oh Thank You, Jesus, we won. I have a year's worth of leverage against my Aggie friends. Hee. Hee. Hee.
Friday, October 28, 2005
NKOTB
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.
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.
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
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
http://www.oasisfanatic.com/band/oasis/quotes/noel/30.html
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I laugh my head off at this site. He's so funny......
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I laugh my head off at this site. He's so funny......
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