Thursday, January 29, 2004

lend me some sugar, i AM your neighbor...

If after watching this, you're still in a bad mood, then you are just truly heartless. Remember, I have a cat named Linus, so this to me is the cutest thing ever.

Wednesday, January 21, 2004

Now your baby can dress like a mall punk too. (Link via the Black Table)

Monday, January 19, 2004

never say never...

VH1's Bands Reunited is going to have me glued to the TV for the next few nights. I swear they just looked at the most-played videos on VH1 Classic and tried to get those groups back together. Tomorrow night's episode is Romeo Void, which I'm especially interested in since one of the members of said '80s one-hit wonders was my boss when I worked at the MT&R all those years ago. (By "all those," I mean "eight.")

Wednesday, January 14, 2004

nobody ever lends money to a man with a sense of humor

I highly suggest following Low Culture's advice and rent the Monkees' 1968 drug-induced "masterpiece" Head this weekend instead of shelling out to see Torque. (This is coming from someone who forced Jason to see XXX with me in the theater when he came to visit me in Athens. So, I don't know if I should be believed. Then again, the 3 people who read this thing aren't likely to see that piece of crap anyway. We all know we're waiting for it to be on cable...)

In other news, (also Jason-related), I'm now obsessed with The Apprentice. The show is 8 million different kinds of awful. The contestants are tools, Trump is his usual egomaniac self and everything seems to be covered in gold. Tacky TV at its best.

Thankfully, school starts next week. I'm going a little bit insane, and I feel myself getting a tad dumber.

Monday, January 12, 2004

dood...

"What's the point of being from Boston if you can't credibly refer to people elsewhere as rubes and yahoos?" Go PATS!

Monday, January 05, 2004

I nearly had a heart attack this afternoon when I looked at CNN and saw that Ray Davies had been shot. Luckily for him, it was in the leg. He was doing the heroic thing and trying to get his girlfriend's purse back from a snatcher.

I'm not even going to discuss the Britney marriage fiasco. The girl is a dumb, trashy redneck.

Oh, and I'm sure that soon enough I will be ranting about bridal magazines and the like as I attempt to plan my wedding. I'm thrilled to be engaged, but I'm dreading the bureaucratic undertaking...