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| February 27, 2007
A Gracious Host
I spent some time in the Guest Room at Subway State recently. I'd like to thank Aaron for the opportunity, which I basically forced him into. My song choices are pretentiously obscure, extremely gay, stolen from much cooler friends, or a mixture of all of the above. Labels: music February 26, 2007
Watch What Happens
Top Design in no Project Runway. But Kelly Wearstler's hair in the last episode makes the whole season in my book. February 21, 2007
I Still Dance
I know there's an mp3 blog out there trying to teach the indie kids to dance again, but I just realized that there's an entire niche market for songs all about the sad subject of non-dancers. I've had The Rapture's "Whoo! Alright - Yeah...Uh Huh" in my head for weeks now after seeing them in Baltimore. The chorus of the song has been disputed on SongMeanings.com but goes a little something like this: People don't dance no more, (what!)Some say the next word is "diss" others think it's "piss." Either way, no one's dancing. Of course, Brandston's recent "Nobody Dances Anymore" also raised this point. Just the other day, my iTunes shuffle play revealed the Dismemberment Plan addressing non-dancers with "Do the Standing Still." I must have missed this subgenre. Are there more songs? If so, I could make a mix CD entirely of songs about people not dancing and then dance to it ironically. Perhaps Sally Struthers can start some sort of charity. "For just the price of a double latte, your contributions can teach Ian here how to shake his bony ass to the beat of the latest Clap Your Hands Say Yeah single..." Meanwhile, all the cool kids can meet me on the dancefloor. Labels: music February 19, 2007
Misheard in DC
Friday night I ran into my friend Markie at ye locale Giant Grocery. He was gathering materials for a delicious barbecue meal, while I was getting a new ice scraper and deicing stuff so Glenn and I could dig out the car to hang out with friends in Northeast. The next day, I went ice skating with Markie and Brian. We were chatting about the night before when I heard Markie ask, "Did you get your rocks off?" Hmm, that's a bit personal, isn't it?, I thought, my inner Catholic schoolboy taking over. "What?" Markie repeated what he said. "No, we just ate Chinese and watched Sin City," I answered. Brian, then giggling, said, "He wasn't asking that. He asked if you got your rock salt." February 18, 2007
Truths of Our Time
John: Which one is he? Chris: He's the blogger/DJ. John: Is that like model/actress or hooker/waitress? Chris: Exactly! February 13, 2007
Ollie Ollie Oxen Free
Perusing the WaPo this morning, I came across an article about Oliver North's Tiff With the Smithsonian. It struck me for a few reasons. One, isn't it funny that a right-wing pundit would complain about the business relationship that a quasi-governmental institution would strike up with a megacorp? Since these people continue to push for the privitization of our public services, it's about time they get smacked in the face by it. Poor thing. Two, what the hell was I thinking when I was a young proto-gay over the summer between 7th and 8th grade and watched the Iran-Contra hearings with my friend Jenny since it was on instead of Days of Our Lives and we both thought Ollie North was innocent. Because he was hot. I promise to share this weakness for salt and pepper men in uniform during any voir dire process in the future. February 09, 2007
Hot Ticket
Wow. So, wait... I have a blog. I forgot about that. |
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