So Brandon‘s tearing it up over at the Beale Street Music Fest blog*. The big event is this weekend. I still haven’t decided if I’m going to throw down $20 for a one-day ticket on Sunday, just to go because I’ve never been and it actually might not rain this year. Buuuuuut, we’ll see. I can think of other ways to spend $20 that are a bit more fun than having to slog through mud…
My favorite Frenchman. If he’d have me. Seriously. My love for him rivals Amanda’s. (Amanda, do you still pine for Mr. Colbert?) Colbert knew he had one shot to do this, and he went balls to the wall (what does that mean, anyway?) and he’ll never be asked to do it again. Because it was brilliant. Check out C-Span’s coverage here (I think those Salon links are subscription only). Here‘s a transcript. Update: “Balls to…
Tuckered out from copious hijinks, the Turner clan takes a breather on a bird poop-splattered bench. Honestly, I couldn’t love them more. (See pictures for visual details.) They called me up at around 11. Naturally, I was still asleep. “We’re turning on to Poplar!” my mom said as I rubbed my eyes and tried to find some pants. “OK, I’ll come down to the curb so you can see me to pull in the drive,”…
I smell really good today. Not sure why. I didn’t bathe any more thoroughly than usual, I’m not wearing perfume, and I’ve been using the same shampoo/conditioner and deodorant for weeks, so I’m not responding to a new smell or anything. But I smell fucking awesome. I’ve just been sitting here all evening reveling in the intermittent whiffs I get of myself.
Bored, I was reading the Fark thread about Pete Doherty’s latest hilarious junkie antics, when I stumbled upon this comment by Salieri_82: How the fark does this waste of skin and hair get to bang Kate Moss? Every problem in the entire world will be solved when women stop lusting after dickheads. /Okay, that may be a touch hyperbolic. But the point stands… And, while I recognize that most Fark threads are more are less…
It’s so late and I’m putting off brushing my teeth because I am L-A-Z-Y and I cannot lie down with dirty teeth, which means I’m wasting time before bed, which means I’ll sleep so late tomorrow. Eh. So I’m going to kill some time by doing one of those pointless Friday Random Tens you see everywhere. But I’m going to make it matter by putting my psychic skills to the test. I bet we get…
I fear for my generation. Her hair in her face like that makes me want to jump off cliffs. Watch this kid take a drag off his cigarette. Hee. These kids are parodies of themselves.
Rush Limbaugh plays the world’s tiniest violin for himself. “Drug use, some might say, is destroying this country. And we have laws against selling drugs, pushing drugs, using drugs, importing drugs. And the laws are good because we know what happens to people in societies and neighborhoods which become consumed by them. And so if people are violating the law by doing drugs, they ought to be accused and they ought to beconvicted and they…
It’s not all corruption and racial tension in Memphis. Sometimes negligent truck drivers accidentally run over dwarves who used to be carnies and wrestlers. Rest in peace, Mighty Mo.
This sounds like it was so much fun. But I never had a professor or a group of classmates that (openly) cool.
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