Friday, December 25, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Facebook status collage, that is.
Similar, of course, to my tweet cloud.
The one that makes me happiest? When I got unofficially offered the job I have now, I went home and updated my status to, "ZOMG HIRED?!?!?!??!?"
Monday, December 14, 2009
I hadn't really thought about this before. Really. I assumed... that there was some solution in poor countries that didn't have to include the Tampax brand.
I can officially acknowledge that I have been spoiled rotten.
[From When Menstruation Means Inequality at the HuffPo]
Sunday, December 13, 2009
I tend to over intellectualize things that I know are not the awesomest. Like Medium; I say I enjoy this show because it is a good portrayal of a working mother in a loving and sometimes complicated relationship with her husband. Or Grey's Anatomy for its awesome diverse cast of characters (and not just skin deep diversity, but diversity of backgrounds).
Which brings me to Tiger Woods. I've seen him play on television occasionally (in between naps). I don't watch golf voluntarily, I don't find it particularly exciting, and while I can appreciate his talent, I generally don't care that much about him.
Which I assume is what most people felt. We admire his hard work and talent, but unless we enjoy golf... that's where our thoughts about him stopped.
Until we found out that he slept with about 100 cocktail waitresses and porn stars (I haven't been keeping count after 3). Suddenly the Huffington Post has a page periodically updated with mistress photos and videos. Commentators offer their opinions on cable networks. The late night comedians have a field month.
Why? Two reasons:
1. Tiger was too good to be true, and now we have proof. Classic fall from grace. He's talented, he has a pretty wife, he's got beautiful children, and he's rich. We love this fall from grace. No one can be that great -- if only so they don't make us feel bad about not being so great. We love this so much: "Yeah, he has talent, but he can't keep his personal life straight!"
2. We are natural voyeurs (this is, unfortunately, the reason that reality television exists). We're all peeping toms, just a little bit, but instead of peeking into his windows we're thumbing through the tabloids and online. We are naturally curious about the lives of others. Its instinct; its how we learn how to live our own lives, from the trial and error of others.
For my part? I know way more about this than I should. My RSS reader gets the Full Feed from Huffington Post which gives me the up to date info as soon as it happens. (I need to rethink the HuffPo, because they are the reason I know about OctoMom). And I have to admit, the illustration above is awesome. And without the constant coverage seeping into my brain, I wouldn't find it funny.
So feel better if you think you know too much about Tiger Wood's bedroom. Its just your natural voyeurism kicking in.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
My apologies, but this is spot on. I might stay mum on the topic of Sarah Palin and her crazy, but it doesn't mean that she doesn't still annoy me.
[And now, back to my scheduled silence on all things Sarah Palin]
Monday, November 30, 2009
A lot of this is because I have my Hype Machine account connected to my twitter account, so all the times I "loved" songs shows up in there.
Words Most Used:
Get your own tweet cloud.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
I don't see any IMDB information on it yet, so who knows when its coming to America. It'll be released in January 2010 in the UK.
You can read their official statement and watch the trailer their as well.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Skipping over Christmas into Valentine's Day? This might be the perfect Valentine for the person you are with for the health insurance.
[For sale on Etsy, brought to my attention by The Frisky]
Only in America could you hurry along your relationship for the want of health care.
In my family, we have a cat. And there is a certain voice that everyone uses when they are talking for him. Soak that in. We aren't talking to him. We're talking for him, and its sometimes about what idiots we are.
"Uh, you guys? Uhh-huh, you look stupid we're that."
There's a lot of "Uhhh. Huh-Huh," in these impersonations. But otherwise, the cat has perfect grammar.
Enter the LOLcat. For some reason, various members of my family don't understand this phenomena. Even though they've been doing a real life LOL variant. The cat calls us stupid, says he only cares about birds, and asks if he can sit next to us.
see more Lolcats and funny pictures
LOLcats is just us doing our collective cat voice. Cats think we are stupid, but they also think that dogs, rabbits, and other cats are stupid.
Cat owners have taken over a section of the internet. Not cats; our vision of how cats are.
And maybe a little bit our vision of ourselves. After all, we feed, house, and comfort animals that have little regard. Who has the better deal; the cat who sleeps all day, has his food handed to him and doesn't have to do any work, or the "hoomin" who goes out 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, to work for both food and shelter for themselves and the free rider.
When you put it that way...hoomins are pretty dumb.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Yeah, I know. For some reason, this stuck with me.
Even though during my last NaNoWriMo I had already seen this. For some reason, it comes up now. (And I'm about 4000 words behind. Ack)
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
With the full time job, though, neither of these things has been done properly. Although I'm succeeding partially at NanoWriMo, keeping right on pace. So that's going okay, but mostly because I'm getting a good thousand words in during my lunch breaks.
In other NaNo news, someone is apparently writing a comic strip while participating:
[EDIT: OMG for some reason the format was off. The cute comic and others like it can be found at the web address below. I can't figure out why its broken, I have a word count to catch up on!]
Apparently she's also created a hashtag for those behind in their word counts, called #nanopanic. Pretty awesome.
And now back to writing.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
In case you can't read it, it says, "Re-live the good old days, come and check out the video to Blur's classic tune, "Girls and Boys". We all know it's awesome!"
Wow. Facebook is now a little eerie in its accuracy. Thanks....I think. I wonder who paid for that advertisement, and what they expect out of it. Me watching the video doesn't do anything monetary for anybody. Are they prepping their U.S. audience for a (possible) tour and want to refresh fans memory?
[Want to watch it? Go ahead. Click here.]
Friday, October 30, 2009
[Here is where you think of the words, "Are we human? Or are we dancer?" and groan. Truly awful. Here are my original thoughts, like, eleven months ago.]
But today, on the train while doing the Samurai Sudoku, I forgave him. Specifically because of the song "Dustland Fairytales".
It is epicly good. Hopefully this continues.
[The video out-epics the song! Truly astounding. Thousands of years from now, they'll think of Brandon Flowers the way we think of Homer. Maybe.]
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Which, I kind of understand. Except that I've been getting this ad:
Facebook thinks that I'm a super jealous girlfriend who needs to confirm her paranoia. Excellent.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Spring 2007 I sat down to watch a movie called Atonement. It was a lovely Sunday night and I had just gotten off work.
[Full disclosure: I worked at a Blockbuster Video and got to watch it for free. This situation could have been much, much worse]
Two and a halfish hours later, I was in a state of despair. Two people [Cecilia played by skinny girl Keira Knightley] and Robbie Turner get their lives completely ruined a false accusation of rape. Robbie gets carted off to jail. Cecilia pines and cuts herself off from her family -- her sister is the one who made the accusation.
Things suck. A lot. For a longass time. But at the end, the sisters reconcile and Robbie and Cecilia live by the coast together.
Except: this ending is a fictional one, the atonement for the false accusation years ago by the younger sister. If they couldn't be together in real life, at least they could be together in this novel the younger sister wrote like sixty years later, right?
Wrong. Cold comfort. You think that just because in fiction they get to be together forever, that makes any bit of difference? You think that just because in fiction you reconciled with your sister that you are somehow closer to her in her death?
[Yeah, I get that Atonement is completely fiction. But within the universe, this is the situation]
It bothered me. I've seen the movie again and read the book, but the same things bother me about it. Like, who could think that this was honoring anyone? Would the two people's lives who were ruined be happy that you made everything happy fictionally?
[Twoish years later]
I saw Inglourious Basterds. And it was basically the same premise.
You think just because you depict Adolf Hitler being tortured and killed, being scared of the "Bear Jew" that makes any difference to real life? That anyone really feels better about all the deaths he directly and indirectly caused?
Sure, it might be nice to briefly inhabit a land where revenge (cosmic or otherwise) is exacted on the Nazis, the most perfect movie villian of all time. But -- just like Atonement's false happy ending -- its a cold comfort. World War II doesn't end with that kind of justice.
[Turns out the skull that was thought to be Hitler's belongs to a woman]
I left the theater both disgusted by the films climactic scene -- torture is still torture, even if its done to Nazis -- and empty. No amount of film fantasy or fictional happy endings is going to change what happened. Fiction doesn't make up for anything. Not even a little bit. Its like getting a wet blanket to keep yourself warm with.
[Or fiction ain't shit]
Saturday, September 26, 2009
[The good stuff in the video starts at the 1:45 mark. From the episode of Mad Men "Guy Walks Into An Advertising Agency"]
You know how when you were a kid, people would well meaningly tell you about dangerous household items in hopes that you would take care around them?
I was afraid of lawn mowers when I was six because a guest to the classroom told us a story of a little kid getting their foot chopped off by one. The child was running behind it.
I was frightened of the deep freezer, because I was told that if you let it close on you, you would suffocate. Anytime I got anything out of the deep freezer, before I would let the door close I would run to the opposite side of the room. You know, to prevent me somehow getting sucked into it.
I refused to swim when my parents weren't home because I might drown. They themselves warned me of this, and to this day refuse to believe I didn't once take a dip while they were at work while I was stuck home, alone, with no air conditioning. [Not to digress, or anything]
And the above video? I guess it was the sixties, so no one warned them as children that lawnmowers are DANGEROUS DANGEROUS RUN AWAY!!!! [unless you are the one on it, of course] That is the moral of the above video.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
[From Book Blogger Appreciation Week. Which has since totally past. But I love thinking about the way I read.]
Do you snack while you read? If so, favorite reading snack? Primarily right now I read while eating lunch. Usually a sandwich.
Do you tend to mark your books as you read, or does the idea of writing in books horrify you? Most of the books I read are library books, so I don't write in those. I'm reading for a science fiction book club right now, so I underline passages I like or want to talk about.
How do you keep your place while reading a book? Bookmark? Dog-ears? Laying the book flat open? Usually I hold the book open with one hand or I lay hardbacks on a table.
Fiction, Non-fiction, or both? Mostly fiction, sometimes a little nonfiction if its recommended.
Hard copy or audiobooks? I hate audio books. Mostly because I can read faster than they talk so I get impatient.
Are you a person who tends to read to the end of chapters, or are you able to put a book down at any point? I try to wait until chapters, but sometimes I get too sleepy.
If you come across an unfamiliar word, do you stop to look it up right away? Nope, I usually just move on.
What are you currently reading? Biting The Sun by Tanith Lee for science fiction book club.
What is the last book you bought? Same book as above, since the DC public library didn't carry it.
Are you the type of person that only reads one book at a time or can you read more than one at a time? Sometimes I start more than one when I'm bored, but I try to stick to one at a time.
Do you have a favorite time of day and/or place to read? I like to read at lunch and on the metro.
Do you prefer series books or stand-alone books? Anything that's well written. And if a series stays well written, I'll keep reading it. (I'm looking at you, Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins.)
Is there a specific book or author that you find yourself recommending over and over? The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins.
How do you organize your books? (By genre, title, author’s last name, etc.?) At my parents house, they're organized by which books would be friends with each other (i.e. High Fidelity goes next to Bridget Jones which goes next to Size 12 Is Not Fat) but right now in my apartment, they're in random order. Its glorious.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
I totally wrote a paper about this second semester of freshman year! This whole self-censorship of the movies irks my fave Roger Ebert so much that he writes about it and talks about it all the times.
The MPAA is so secretive and doesn't disclose any guidelines about their rating process or any of its members. The film hires private investigaters to figure this business. Excellent. Turning the investigation of the MPAA into a Veronica Mars like sleuthing adventure!
Friday, September 11, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
I finished the sequel to the Hunger Games last week. Its hard to tell if I like it so much because I love the universe and the characters so much, or if it was able to carry the torch of the last one. I loved every second of reading it though. Every. Single. Second. Even when it was suspenseful, I was filled with absolute glee.
Because the story keeps going! More shit happens! Book three comes out....in a couple of years!
Monday, September 7, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
I'm always shocked when people work with family.* And the Gallagher brothers have never been on the best of terms. Even so, this doesn't feel like it'll stick. After all, what's he gonna do, go solo? Or just sit around with his piles of money?
*(Even P.C. Cast and her daughter Kristen in the House of Night series! You are mother and daughter! This is akin to cats and dogs! You should be fighting about creative control! Exclamation point!)
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Just bought a case of this, and man, even though its not catchy the phrase "amazingly smooth" (printed just above the logo) is apt.
I mean, wow. The Cherry Vanilla Dr Pepper never did it for me, but this, this is excellent.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
The video's from 2006 so I'm very behind on this, but I had no idea this existed out there in the big great world. A cold comfort when Blur themselves have no plans to do anything else after their tour.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
I received this in the mail yesterday! I have a few days off from work and will hopefully be done with it by Saturday.
I'm extremely excited to have this opportunity from Living Social.
Monday, July 20, 2009
It isn't the most boring stuff on C-Span, but there are only so many times I can care about the "wise Latina" remark.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
I went into this book knowing that it was going to be a novel about suicide for teens.
Its not that I don't understand that life can be painful (especially during your teenage years) or that some people have problems dealing with things. I just got totally annoyed by the girl who committed suicide.
She commits suicide before the book begins. Our narrator, Clay Jensen, receives them in the mail and gets to go on a emotional roller coaster ride (with a punch in the face every thirty seconds). On the tapes, the suicide girl, Hannah Baker, says there are thirteen reasons/people why she is not among the living anymore.
And really, it all seemed like normal high school stuff. Getting put on mean lists, being sexually harassed, feeling like you weren't noticed...that's what high school is?
And the last person on the list has to go through this test, this test to see if he will answer her cry for help. She whispers into the tape recorder that this is the last chance for someone to save her. If this guidance counselor takes her seriously, she'll not do it. Only this guy? He's not really a guidance counselor. He's the English teacher filling in.
Bah. She makes it so difficult for anyone to help her, for anyone to reach through. Its frustrating as well, because at the end of the book? She's still dead. There's no adequate conclusion. And these tapes? They are torture. She is placing the blame squarely on these thirteen people. It is your fault I killed myself, she tells them, over and over and over.
I was thinking about how frustrated I was when Oasis's Don't Look Back In Anger came up on my random iPod shuffle.
Chill out about high school. And for God's sake, don't posthumously lash out.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
I didn't realize this was on sale already! I read an Advance Reader Copy way back in February. I was in Barnes and Noble and picked it up. Now that I've quit the bookstore I won't know about things like that anymore. Or get advanced reader copies.
The last perk I got was this:
A handy little book to have around, more detailed than the Zagat restaurant guide. Even so, I can't imagine not using the internet in conjunction with the guide. If I'm going to put so much thought into find a place to eat that I'm looking through a book, I'm also going to double check with Google.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Seriously listening to this over and over again. And also have the day off, so this may or may not be it for the day!
[Note: changed the outline of the blog because, ugh, posting pictures and videos is my life, and the old outline was too small. No big deal.]
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
The company treats you like shit. They pay you very little and are paranoid that you're either committing time clock fraud, stealing merchandise, or stealing cash from the register.
If you are sick, you might as well come into work because you will get written up if no one covers your shift. Tough luck, its only excused if you have a doctors note. And the corporation doesn't insure you.
They will hear how many hours you want to work and over/under schedule you by at least ten.
My desk job encourages those who are sick to stay home. No one freaks out if you aren't working every second or go to the bathroom. And its nice. I could get used to it.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
I think most of us made it through the transfer. I mean, it is kind of a mind fuck: the idea that more than a million people who have televisions plus antennas may have been left without a service that they had the day before? A service that warned them of service weather and emergency situations, as well as provided (usually sub par) entertainment?
But congratulations, America. Most of us made it. It's only the technophobes that got left out of the loop. And who cares about them, anyway?
Friday, June 19, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
There are conflicting reports on whether or not Olive Garden has pulled its ad spots from David Letterman in solidarity with Sarah Palin.
The fantastic eatery is denying it. I hope they hate Sarah Palin as much as I do. And I don't really want to get into the nonsense of the joke was blah blah blah blah blah. Look, we need to just ignore her, okay?
THIS MEANS YOU, OLIVE GARDEN. YOU SHALL STAY MY NON-PARTISAN TREAT FOR YEARS TO COME. DO NOT GET INVOLVED WITH THAT CRAZY LOON, JUST BECAUSE SHE CHOSE YOUR EATERY, LIKE, ONCE.
|The Daily Show With Jon Stewart||Mon - Thurs 11p / 10c|
|Irandecision 2009 - CNN's Unverified Material|
Hey, at least they're saying something, right? Hopefully they'll start sticking that "unverified" tag on all their bullshit iReports, too.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
I've been a little behind on all the concert footage coming out, but this stuff makes me really happy. Even though they're in another country touring, its still good to see them. And its good to hear that they still sound awesome!
[Coffee and TV via Stereogum]
Its also good to see that Think Tank hasn't completely gone by the wayside, with a performance of Out of Time:
[Out of Time via Victorian Horror]
And isn't it nice to hear the audience sing along with it?
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
CNN has been catching flack for talking about Palin vs Letterman June '09 rather than the Iran election and subsequent violence.
Above is another piece of non-news. It isn't even news like Dick Cheney coming out in favor of gay marriage in a total flip flop. Republicans coming out in favor of gay marriage is very near to news.
But Melissa Ethridge in favor of pot legalization? Who didn't think she was for this? Who looks at that headline and says, "WHAAAAT? I have to read that!"
'Cause we know this. Pop culture inferences tell us this. We don't need this news, especially from you. You are supposed to be news. Or whatever. You are supposed to fill my head with some kind of knowledge, not shit I already know.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
moar funny pictures
Kicking around story ideas in my head for the past two months (!!!!) has been a little exhausting. I have two word processing documents that start two stories. Each document is about a page long.
One features an awesome dog named Lucy. The other has a motorcycle. I want to write you both. I really do, but I work 45 hours a week. The blog, which takes half an hour a day (tops..mostly maybe ten minutes) has suffered.
All of this happened and I get word (via twitter and her website) that Marissa from The Anti DC that she has quit her part time sex shop peddling to focus on fiction.
THE JEALOUSY! IT BURNS!
Although if we all think about it, I will likely spend one hour a day (tops) writing and approximately six hours watching telly and playing videos games and three catching up on the google reader.
I get that if I want to write, I should probably write for an hour sometime after I get home from work and sometime before I go to sleep. There's about four quality hours that somehow get lost between dinner, television, and reading. I get that most full time bloggers supporting themselves with their writing first were working a full time job plus their full time blogging before they were able to switch. I get it.
I just don't know where they get the time.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Popscene was made to merge into Song 2. Its nice to see PR going on for Blur, but buying the newer best of seems silly as I already have every Blur song, like ever.
The video is nice to watch still. And I know the song isn't exciting, but No Distance Left To Run? Is that song just not good anymore to them?
[via Victorian Horror/Facebook/Blur marketing campaign]
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
ACK! There was a point when it felt like there would never be a a new Madmen, ever ever ever. In fact, I was nearly complacent with seeing Jon Hamm on 30 Rock. And while there's not really anything new in the clip, its still great: shit is going to go down this season.
That clip is way more exciting than the new Twilight movie.
[From Basket of Kisses, one of the two Mad Men crazy blogs I follow]
Friday, May 29, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
It is really, really loud.
Last night there was a wedding just letting out next to my apartment building while I was walking home from work. I have no feelings about this until a random delivery truck honks it horn (in celebration?) as I'm walking past.
I scream and jump about a mile in the air. Big truck horns are louder than normal horns (for safety reasons?) and are usually unnecessary. Its noise.
Horns are always (always!) irritating. I know, you want to get the attention of your friend across the street, you need to let the asshole in front of you know you're pissed, or you're waiting outside someone's building and are tired of waiting. You believe the horn is the best way to do this.
I'm here to tell you: call the cell phone of the person you see. Let go of the fact that jerk just cut you off. The horn, while it relieves whatever you are feeling, spikes a feeling of complete and utter irritation in everyone around you.
Example: in the parking lot next to my apartment, there are very few spaces to park. It is a small parking lot. Someone had arrived in the middle of the night and parked in the middle of the the parking lot, blocking cars on both sides from easily getting out.
It is five in the morning when a woman begins honking her horn in frustration at this vehicle. Yes: at five in the morning, this woman was trying to leave and while having trouble getting out of the lot, she repeatedly honked her horn. Not just little beep beeps!, but long, ugly beeeeeeeeeeeps. I know you are frustrated. You are blocked in through no fault of your own.
But now? I'm frustrated at you. I was sleeping. And you are being just as infuriating as the illegally parked car.
DC must be the capital of the frustrated honk. Look, traffic is bad in DC, and I know you're angry that it isn't moving as fast as you'd like. Honking your horn isn't going to change much of anything. Seriously. You just spread your irritation to everyone around you like the rage virus.
Even short beep beeps! are weird. I see a flash of your car and my mind twists around, trying to figure out if I know you, if I'm in your way, or if you are also confused as to who I am -- thinking I am someone else, you honked to say hi.
Honking your horn is loud and ambiguous at the same time. Unless someone's life is danger, please stop it.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Like, a lot. The Hazards of Love played on my iPod constantly. Like, I might've air guitared in the elevator at work to the above song. More than once.
Above is The Decemberists playing one of the best songs from the album on Jay Leno. The girl from My Brightest Diamond has the biggest voice I've ever heard.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
There is a group of people who don't know that letters are not numbers.
Yes. It is a fact.
You see, when I enter my apartment number, I just merely state that it is APT 346. Or some people who don't have an apartment number but merely have a suite number or floor number or house number...you get the idea. Occasionally, rather than denoting what time of space it is, the person will get lazy and write "#99" or something similar.
But there is a section of housing, out there in the world, that doesn't exist with numbers. Things are lettered, instead. Like Apt B, Suite D...and so on.
Which is fine. Mostly. Except this leads people to write this as their address:
385 Made Up Street #B
Seriously. When you say it out loud, you say, "Number B" which isn't a thing. It is a letter. Big Bird will tell you that.
You shouldn't think too long on this. Because, after all, this means that the people who do this probably write that they live at #B every time they write their address out. Like they don't realize that what they are writing isn't a thing. Ever.
(NOTE: I do realize that sometimes letters are used in mathematical equations. But they are mostly just standing in for numbers. Not part of the number. And imaginary numbers never count.)
Monday, May 18, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Jodi Picoult, I'm convinced, is evil. One of the most evil people in the world. She has written a plethora of books that will cause you to cry on the metro, both from depression and the sadness that you can tell this woman is manipulating you.
Take the above trailer, a movie based on the book My Sister's Keeper. A girl is conceived to be a genetic match for her sister, who needs some cells from the umbilical cord upon birth. And then later she needs blood. And bone marrow. The list goes on.
Sad, right? If this girl stops at any time, her sister dies. But it hurts her; the only reason she was put on this earth was to save her sister, and the only way to do that is to constantly have needles shoved into her skin.
So she sues for medical emancipation, despite the fact that her sister will die without a new kidney. Get ready to cry. Picoult manipulates every situation into a major tear jerker.
And its not just this book. 19 Minutes, the story of a school shooting. The Pact, the story of two teenagers in love that make a suicide pact. Change of Heart, where the murderer of a man and his daughter wants to donate his heart to the murdered girl's sister after he is executed.
You are manipulated. So much so that it no longer seems real. At the end of My Sister's Keeper, a twist occurs that made me want to throw the book across the room. "Come on!" I shouted.
Compared to the book, We Need To Talk About Kevin, by Lionel Shriver, which is about a school shooting from the eyes of the mother, in the aftermath, in her letters to her absent husband. I cried, but didn't feel like the author had created these situations to cause me to cry. Rather, they happened to the characters.
With Jodi Picoult, you get the feeling that she dreams up terrible situations and twists them around to get the most heartache.
(With the new job, I commute 40 minutes both ways. Plus 30 minutes for lunch, I get to read a lot. But I don't really write as much as I'd like to. That includes here.)
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
I wonder if this is the one that was never released after he got "let go" from his label...I haven't been the best Graham Coxon fan in the last twoish years. But this email was exciting! Plus the fact that I subscribed to the Blur fanmail but get Graham Solo info as well? Great.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
I'm a little frustrated with the lack of U.S. news for you guys. I know that I haven't been a fan for long, but I barely missed the boat on the U.S. tour in 2003. I have spent the last (almost) six years kicking myself, for not being on that boat sooner.
You have to come to America. Soonish. I live in a major American city (Washington, DC) and can get to many other major American cities.
I am an American, like others, who love your entire catalog. Not just a few singles I heard on MTV. A very big fan. As in I don't think that between October 2003-October 2004 I heard any music that wasn't somehow involved with Blur or its members.
And you are still my "favorite" band. And yet no U.S. plans? No peep, no acknowledgment that there are other countries besides the U.K. that love you? What do I have to do?
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
I was vaguely aware of this (The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold) becoming a movie, but apparently Mark Wahlburg is going to be in it. And Rachel Weisz. Excellent.
(Picture from here)
I'm also excited about The Time Traveler's Wife.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
I find the park unsettling. There are so many places that are not visible where its clear that people are having sex or doing drugs. Plus, I feel like someone will projectile vomit on me from above me while I'm trying to get to the top. Not cool.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
To supplement the concert on Sunday I've been listening to Ryan Groff/Elsinore non-stop. This includes trolling Youtube for videos and being extremely disappointed that Timid Maggie Mae was never filmed. The above is "How To Fight Loneliness" a cover of Wilco. It is excellent.
Side note: I searched "landlocked by cash crops" and my site is first. Out of four. I'm not sure if this is saying anything. Its a tiny bit exciting.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
There's a graphic shower scene. One that feels like it belongs more in the fan-fic of Jessica and Marcus than in one of the actual books. I was blushing. And I'm not a school girl.
Its more like my complaint about the third person and senryus: the other books weren't like this. And Jessica Darling said that writing about sex made her feel kinda skeezy, so details were few.
This is the world I had settled into. I was not prepared for a masturbatory scene in a shower. Where he "rubs the shaft of his cock" while lathering with liquid soap. Its not like I don't read sex scenes frequently in books; I just wasn't ready for this one. Despite the fact that its one of the 10 Things You Need To Know About Perfect Fifths. The warning "Four Words: Marcus Flutie shower scene" were not enough.
I did like how Marcus did acknowledge Jessica's judginess. This wasn't something I had noticed when I first read Sloppy Firsts or Second Helpings. But she started to wear on me. Its a little like the character in Curtis Sittenfeld's Prep: she holds herself apart from everyone, judging everyone, and playing herself as the victim.
And now what, Megan McCafferty? This is what you're known for. Are you going to create a new character? Write other books?
Sunday, April 12, 2009
There was a point in my life in which I'd be at an Elsinore concert once a month or so. It's been ten months since my last one.
Towards the end of the concert, I asked if they were going to play "Timid Maggie Mae" which is one of my favorite songs of theirs.
Their response? "Who are you?"
Fair enough. They claim they haven't played that song in two years, when I know for a fact I heard it at the concert in the park last June. Instead, I get the above song dedicated to me: Landlocked. The song I (among others) dumped into an Elsinore playlist three weeks ago. The song that choked me up on the way to the metro:
"People in the Midwest
Have giant hearts inside their chest
Landlocked by cash crops"
Surrounded by tall buildings and honking cars, I am no longer in the Midwest, no longer landlocked by soybeans or corn. No longer able to go to Elsinore concerts once a month or so.
I am a tiny bit homesick. Going to the concert felt a tiny bit like coming home. Apparently the bar (The Velvet Lounge) smells like Recycled Records in Springfield, IL.
It was a great concert. Too bad it was a Sunday night, and Easter Sunday as well.
The below video is just hilarious. Just fantastic. Kristen, you should watch it.
And, OH MY GOD Ryan Groff (lead singer) looks so young in this:
It had become a ritual for this week, even though I had been told that all the fiction totes had been gone through and no, no Perfect Fifths. I know to disregard this, so on Thursday, I saw they were listed in our computer. Three copies.
And by Saturday, they were shelved. I pulled one off the shelf for myself.
It is a slight book. Not that the others were big and fat, but they were substantial. This combined with the knowledge that 70-some pages are dialogue and then there is about a thousand senryus, well, there just isn't much story left, is there? Worryingly slight as a book. As a conclusion, its slim.
It sat behind me throughout work. I couldn't bear to read it at work. That isn't what it deserves. Plus, I was still finishing Bliss by Lauren Myracle (plus the downer ending).
I read a few pages on the bus home, and then this morning. I am through the third person portion, and through all the dialogue. Much better than the third and fourth books. Maybe the problem in those was Marcus was too far away? But I am most skeptical of this poetry, mostly because I am invested in prose. I do not write poetry. I am bad at understanding poetry. Why oh why would someone change their writing style for the fifth (and final) installment of a series?
Writers Note: I was originally going to write this post last night, sans the parts that I'd read, because I hadn't read them yet. So this is two posts that had been planned in my head: first impressions in the bookstore, then impressions midway through.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
I haven't had musician dreams in what feels like years, but on the heels of a Washington DC concert, I've been dreaming about being at Elsinore concerts.
Last night, I dreamt about the Blur song "Daisy Bell", mostly likely because of I Love You, Man. They briefly mention riding in tandem; alas, it doesn't actually happen.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
A week away and its not even in the store yet. Bad sign? What if my bookstore doesn't even carry it?
(Usually books arrive the Tuesday before they come out, or exactly one week before.)
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
I'm subscribed to Megan McCafferty's blog and to lead up to the release of Perfect Fifths, she's been running "10 Things You Need To Know" about it.
I wrote about this ages ago. I loved Sloppy Firsts and Charmed Seconds. Loved it. Read them each at least ten times. Charmed Thirds, however, was mediocre. And until I reread it, I wasn't really sure what Fourth Comings had been about.
The release date draws near. I haven't seen any copies around the store yet. I just want to look at it, to reassure myself. The only way I can think that this will be good is that the two bad books have one thing in common: no Marcus. For some reason, writing Jessica Darling without Marcus (and subsequently reading her) is laborious. So maybe it will actually be good.
But I'm a little scared. Like, 74 pages of CONVERSATION? Fifty-six Senryus??????? None of the other books are written this way. Let's take an example from Twilight series: Meyer changed the way the fourth book was written, and for that and other reasons, the fan base is deeply divided.
Anyway. The waiting continues.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
A store that does any kind of business has a dirty carpet. Next time you're in a carpeted store, look at it. It is discolored and fraying, and probably has gum on it. The paths to the most popular sections are well worn. Please! Don't sit on it. You don't know who's been walking on it.
Every six months or so, this carpet gets cleaned. The carpet cannot be cleaned during store hours, so if you are a store that has particularly late hours, someone has to stay and wait for the carpet to get all nice and clean for hours after the store closes. I have only been subjected to this once, and I mostly did paperwork while waiting for the guy to finish up.
Our store did not close until midnight. I was there with the carpet cleaner until after 3 a.m. Employment sucks.
The bookstore's carpet just got cleaned Sunday night. The intrepid manager (read: not me) stayed until four in the morning, waiting for the carpet cleaner to be finished. Its a late night business and no one is happy about it. Least of all the manager who mostly works mornings.
Fast forward to his next shift, beginning at three o'clock the next day. Almost as soon as he arrived to the store, he is pulled aside by the security guard.
"I need to show you something," he said, and these are perhaps the most ominous words that can be spoken by a security guard.
The manager is led to the center aisle.
Down the center aisle of the store are puddles.
Ten of them.
Leading to the bathroom.
On the newly cleaned carpet.
Apparently a homeless man was in Dupont Circle, and was too drunk to notice that he was shitting down his leg. A friend, taking initiative, helped carry the shitting man into the bathroom of our bookstore.
Please, don't sit on the carpet.
And I'll thank you kindly not to shit on it, either.
From a Japanese Gameshow. I'm not sure if there is any kind of a rhyme or reason to this. Like, why would this ever be a contest on a game show? Is it even contest? If it isn't, why does everyone hug and look so excited at the end?
Nevertheless, its pretty sweet. I regret not being a part of it.
This is kinda how I feel at the moment. I mean, what am I supposed to write that isn't completely mundane and that no one, not even my parents, would care about? After all, both my parents have the address to this blog and have been only once or twice.
Ahem, thanks Dan!
Monday, March 30, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
(exclamation points may be my own dramatization. bear with me.)
This got me thinking. There's been a lot of criticism about this whole recession thing and the different ways Barack Obama and gang are going to deal with it. A lot of media scrutiny.
A lot of people are hurting. A lot of people are desperate for something to stick, for something to make the economy function like it did during the nineties. Some of these people would just like their jobs back.
There's a lot riding on this. And maybe its good that there's so much scrutiny; maybe it'll make a better stimulus, a better bailout for the country.
But just to play devil's advocate here, how is this different from January-March 2003? A time when criticism of the government's actions was unpatriotic. A time when the criticism of the country meant that you were criticizing and therefore hurting the morale of the troops?
Compare to now: constant financial news on the television. The Dow is closely monitored as a barometer for how Barack Obama is doing. People are being shown foreclosed upon. Daily numbers about job losses are posted.
Anxiety and depression about job loss, money loss, home loss correlates to the recession suicide spike.
People's lives and livelihoods are at stake, possibly exacerbated by the intense media scrutiny. What is so different about the 2008-200? recession from the lead up to the Iraq war that makes it completely vulnerable to media and other party criticism?
Both have a lot of money invested. Both have human lives and livelihoods invested. Both have had elections won and lost over them.
What is it about war that makes it uncriticizable?
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
But now, after ever video I've watched today, there's a following video advertisement that I have to click out of to get to "other suggested videos".
It was too good to last, I guess.