BSMF Sunday was a pretty good time. I say pretty good because I didn’t see anyone to get too excited about. Eisley was pretty good, and I was impressed that they were able to hit all those harmonious high notes. I caught some of Robert “Wolfman” Belfour right about the time I got a call from my brother, who was there with some friends. He hunted me down and proceeded to pester me to buy…
I noticed recently that Photobucket is now allowing video uploads, and will bundle your file into a little embeddable player. So I thought I’d dig through my photo folders and see what I could find. My little Nikon CoolPix takes 15-seconds of silent video. And that eats up a shitton of battery power. In this first video, watch as Felix makes a dramatic backflip off the couch and onto the end table and floor below.…
Amber has checked in from the lovely land of leprechauns, where she’s daydreaming about rolling on the luscious grass and licking it. Says she: My favorite thing about this part of the country is how the island ends not with beaches, but with gigantic cliffs. You could walk to the edge of the world and jump in the ocean, had you a death wish or balls of steel. She and Courtney were serenaded by some…
Look over there! My money’s on Sinister Minister. That’s him up there, with the little man on his back. He’s a beaut, and my odds aren’t too bad (12-1 is pretty good, right?). This will actually give me an excuse to watch the Derby, which I’ve never done before. I’ve still never had a mint julep.
So I’m going to do a Friday Random Ten. This is the second and last time I will do one of these. Really. 1. “Love & Communication” — Cat Power2. “Take You on a Cruise” — Interpol3. “Alright” — Jamiroquai4. “Tiny Vessels” — Death Cab for Cutie5. “Joy” — Against Me!6. “Beautiful Child” — Rufus Wainwright7. “Not About Love” — Fiona Apple8. “The Dusk of Us” — Colossal9. “Hands Away” — Interpol10. “I Want to…
Mr. Mike asks: Is it time for another Memphis blogger meet-up? I’m thinking maybe it’s time I met some of you pajama-clad, jobless keyboard jockeys*, so, yeah. Mike’s collecting input in his comments, so head on over. *According to the Nashville Scene.
Axe body spray has gamekillers, Aunt B has blamekillers. (Sort of the anti-Blame Squad, if you will.) At the first sign of some patriarchy-blaming, the blamekillers swoop in to break up the blaming. Aunt B: You know, it really is a shame that some people still think most women who get raped asked for it. Blamekiller One: It’s stupid for women to think they deserve special treatment if they can’t use common sense and not…
My apartment is in a two-floor walkup with a front entrance onto the courtyard and a back entrance onto the tiny parking lot. Directly behind my unit is the big trash bin, the one that’s usually emptied loudly and with careless abandon at roughly 3 in the morning twice a week by garbagemen hopped up on No-Doz and coffee. Now that the weather’s warming up, I’m seeing more and more dumpster divers scavenging for usable…
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…
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