world's shortest retirement

"No Hate In '08" is my motto for this year, but seriously, I just don't get music writing these days. People are getting all het up about ridiculous stuff. (Oooh, a guy wrote the Women In Music essay for Pazz & Jop! Quelle horreur!) My frustration plays out in this IM convo (not our real screennames):

heathalouise: i've given up on doing music writing ever again.

heathalouise: OH WAIT I TAKE THAT BACK

heathalouise: http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20174022,00.html

mts: HAHA OMG

heathalouise: dooooood

...And scene. If NKOTB can come out of retirement, perhaps so can I.

it's a new dawn, it's a new day

This AP story is indicative of the new era:

Perched high above his raucous teammates, David Ortiz sprayed bottles of bubbly in every direction, dousing everyone in sight, including himself.

Then it was time to deliver a message.

"When you wear Red Sox on your shirt," he hollered from atop a clubhouse table, "you're good at something."

2004 exorcised the demons; 2007 is the resurrection. My love of Big Papi is eternal.

just another magic monday?

Is it a bad omen that the first thing I saw when I turned on the TV this morning was the ball going through Bill Buckner's legs? All I wanted to do was watch In the Papers on NY1.

could have been the liquor or the music that was alright

Because I am the eternal, Olympic flame of the 1990s (^TM MTS), the first rock show that I've attended since moving back to NYC was none other than Buffalo Tom at the Bowery Ballroom on Friday night. It was a fun show, although I was exhausted and woozy from an impromptu happy hour earlier in the evening. They played a bunch of the "hits," but unfortunately I didn't stick around for the encore, so I have no idea if they played "Porchlight."

My favorite thing though (surprise, surprise) was noticing that Bill Janovitz was wearing a Red Sox wristband. He also razzed the audience about the misfortunes of the Yankees, which made the Masshole in me gleam with pride. There were a ton of Sox shirts and hats on those in attendance. I may just write this night off as "research" into the musical tastes of Red Sox Nation.

But yeah, the show took me back to 1993, when Big Red Letter Day was only removed from the CD player to make room for Let Me Come Over or various records by the Lemonheads and the Replacements.

(The Lemonheads are playing here on Thursday. I am sorely tempted, but there is no way in hell my husband will be willing to sit through that with me.)

so, have i picked a candidate now?

Barack Obama, in New Hampshire for the debate, apologizes for interrupting the Sox/Yanks contest last night. This could be a man after New England's heart. Didn't prevent us from getting our asses beat. I can say this--I don't hate Derek Jeter. I have a begrudging respect for the man. Plus, he doesn't talk shit; he just goes out there and does his job. Alex Rodriguez, on the other hand, has a special place in baseball hell reserved for him. He's a pouty primadonna. I think I may only be disgusted by Barry Bonds more at this point. So losing on an A-Rod home run pisses me off to no end.

In happier baseball news, I'm loving that Shane Victorino's walk-off homer in the bottom of the ninth won the game for the Phils yesterday. Especially since it was Shane Victorino Hula Skirt Figurine Day.

my new favorite musical

While trolling Google Images for a few last-minute additions to my presentation, I came across this gem of a musical that's playing in New York next month. Ladies and gentlemen, Massholia! I am there with freakin' bells on, dood! It's gonna be wicked pissa.

Speaking of Massholia, Mike and I are headed up there in just a few short hours for my conference.

baseball is the new 24

Dude, I am definitely heading up to Nashua this summer to witness the return of El Guapo!. Rich Garces is one of my favorite ridiculous players of all time. I am way too excited about baseball.

who are you working for?!?!?!?!

I know I'm a broken record at this point, but this mash-up of 24 and the Aqua Teen bomb scare is totally brilliant.



[via Best Week Ever]

I don't know if I should be relieved that the emergency responders in Boston don't know what Aqua Teen Hunger Force is or completely horrified. On one hand, it does show that most of the bomb squad is not staying up late, smoking weed and watching Adult Swim. On the other hand, do you really think this looks like an explosive device? To me, it looks like a Lite Brite pattern. Ugh. Apparently, there are 56 of these in Philly.

today is a good day

Pats win, 24's back on and I start teaching my dream class. This week is starting out in a sweet way.

(On the 24 tangent: What's up with Kumar the terrorist and his unaware buddy, Jack's "son" from Will & Grace? I'm loving this all-star cast. Yay for the return of Jack Bauer!)