Last night Phil and I saw The Strokes again at the New Daisy. They show was originally scheduled for The Orpheum, which I was excited about since I’ve never even been inside that place. Apparently ticket sales were slow so they moved the show to the New Daisy, which is sort of like 328 with a balcony. I don’t mind small venues, but it is sort of a bummer when you have really good seats…
Nick came down yesterday to hang out and deliver me an illegally made DVD of the first season of Extras. We went to the Soul Fish Cafe to have lunch (I had my usual chicken po boy and he had the blackened catfish) and then saw Thank You For Smoking, which is still playing at Studio on the Square. I thought it was really funny, moreso than many reviews gave it credit for. “Rock on,…
How this relic still stands is anyone’s guess. Let’s see if I can get back into the swing of things now that I’ve had the luxury of going for a whole week without blogging. It was actually really nice, so I’ll probably be toning things down around here for the foreseeable future and posting less often. I’m taking on some top-secret personal projects that will hopefully keep me away from the computer, so I won’t…
Co-worker No. 1: I wonder if Pau (Gasol) will be at that game.Co-worker No. 2: I doubt it. I think he’s come down with … something I can’t name in polite company.Me: Syphilis?
Andrew Sullivan linked to this YouTube video of women in burkas trying to eat spaghetti: Sully didn’t imply that it was hilarious, so I’ll let him off the hook. But the jokester who set the scene to music and compared it to Lady and the Tramp, woo, what a sharp comedian he/she must be. Dr. Rusty Shackleford, who posted this video on his site, warns viewers to step back from their computers if they have…
…but I gotta ask some serious questions/make some random observations that occurred to me after a glass of wine and a couple of episodes of House Hunters. 1. When did Blogger start using comment permalinks? Very cool. If they’ve been doing this all along, I’ve never noticed it in all my years of blogspot perusal. I also noticed the other day that there’s now an option in lieu of the graphic comment verification box to…
From Downtown Books: Burke’s Bookstore, that fine old establishment, is in trouble, financially. They recently sent a letter out to their client list asking for help and “cash donations”. In the letter, they blame superstores, 9-11 and the internet for decreased sales. … Bookselling is hard work. The image of the doddering old bookman who smokes a pipe and reads all day is as far from reality as one can get. Books are heavy, and…
Eat me. So, this little test tells you what kind of personality you have. Kind of like handwriting-ology or whatever, only with barnyard animals. Turns out I: Am a realist.Am direct, and enjoy playing devil’s advocate and neither fear nor avoid discussions.Am emotional and naive, and care little for details and am a risk-taker.Am secure, stubborn, and stick to my ideals.Am an OK listener.Have a bad sex life. Also, and the test didn’t say this…
In my last post, I jokingly linked to Prussian Blue’s website. You remember them, don’t you? The cute-as-kittens little girls who sing white supremacist songs? Yeah, they had their 15 minutes a few months ago. Anyway, I was bored and decided to follow the link to see what those little racist scamps were up to, and I came across this: And that’s when I began to tremble, because it is so incredibly fucked up to…
There’s apparently a bit of a dust-up going on over whether or not disliking rap means you’re racist. The scapegoat amid the kerfuffle is Stephin Merrit of the Magnetic Fields. First of all, some full disclosure: I like the Magnetic Fields. However, Merritt does seem like a jerk from the interviews I’ve read. Some artists are just sniveling assholes. They have to be all dark and brooding and shit in order to let their emotions…
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