Saturday, June 30, 2001
Speaking of U2 -- kick ass! I just found myself in the footage U2.com has of the tour's opening night in Miami.
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The government of Malaysia said today (Friday) that video bootleggers have flooded the underground market with thousands of copies of a film labeled Pearl Harbor that contains only five minutes of the actual movie. The rest of the video contains hard porn material featuring Caucasian and Asian actors, the government said. Mohamad Helmi Hassan, an official of the Home Ministry (comparable to the U.S. Dept. of Justice), warned: "Parents should be careful and make sure they are buying the original version of Pearl Harbor for their children." No legal video copies of the movie have been distributed anywhere in the world.
(from IMDB)
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(from IMDB)
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U2's "Elevation" took over my head on October 1st, 2000, and has not left since. That song is my default mental setting -- I'll just be standing somewhere quietly and before I know it I'm lunging all over the place, rocking out and singing "WOO-OO" at the top of my lungs. It's especially bad today, because the Influx Remix, the track that opens the current shows and that the band walks onstage to, has finally hit the Net. It rules the world. Get it now before the bandwidth costs (if you post a rare U2 MP3, you'll get thousands of hits within hours) cripple the provider.
Maybe you could educate my mind
Explain all these controls
I can't sing but I've got soul
The goal
Is elevation
12:25 PM | e-mail |
Maybe you could educate my mind
Explain all these controls
I can't sing but I've got soul
The goal
Is elevation
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Friday, June 29, 2001
Go see THE ANNIVERSARY PARTY. It's a comedy-drama written, directed, and acted -- all superbly -- by Alan Cumming and Jennifer Jason Leigh, about a Hollywood couple celebrating their anniversary as their relationship crumbles. Kevin Kline, Gwyneth Paltrow, and John C. Reilly are in it, amongst others, and it's just a really smart and entertaining movie. It was also filmed in 18 days on digital equipment, for those of you who are impressed by that sort of thing.
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Thursday, June 28, 2001
Oh cool! Congratulations to Kevin's sister, earning great reviews for her performance in SWAN LAKE in New York.
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Wanna be a glam rocker? You'll need a name. Part of the website for the upcoming HEDWIG AND THE ANGRY INCH, which I would rather like to see.
By the way, mine was "Golden Crotch." Not as good as Lindsay, who sent this to me, who was "Diamond Vamp."
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By the way, mine was "Golden Crotch." Not as good as Lindsay, who sent this to me, who was "Diamond Vamp."
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Monday, June 25, 2001
I'm all tanned and unshaven and rugged-looking at the moment. I imagine I'd be quite sexy if not for the fact that I'm a gangly-ass bastard... Must. Join. YMCA.
And because this was a random outburst, I will now provide a random link.
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And because this was a random outburst, I will now provide a random link.
10:50 PM | e-mail |
It's time to have a mega-post full of links, because I'm going to try to avoid spending this evening in front of the computer.
My mother returned home from the store today bearing a copy of Neil Gaiman's AMERICAN GODS. I'd mentioned in passing at dinner yesterday that it had come out while we were gone and that I wanted to read it, and bam, she brings it home. I'm now willing to forgive her for the 10,481 times she's bugged me about getting a job in the past few weeks (Current prospect: Old Navy). I've only read the first twenty pages so far (I plan to knock as much of it out tonight as I can), and while it seems just a tad too hard-boiled at first glance, I'm probably going to enjoy it mightily -- Salon's review uses the phrase "Wagnerian noir" to describe it, and that's brilliant, so.
(In slightly related news, I'm sorry you missed your chance to meet Neil... better luck next time, I suppose.)
Also on the books tip, I'm very proud of myself for socking away five, count 'em, five pretty heavy-duty books while I was away. I recommend, largely without reservations, all of the following -- Gabriel Garcia-Marquez's ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE, Barry Unsworth's PASCALI'S ISLAND, Phillip Roth's THE HUMAN STAIN, Kurt Vonnegut's WELCOME TO THE MONKEY HOUSE, and especially Zadie Smith's WHITE TEETH, which I know everybody raved about last year but I never get to these things until paperback.
And now we're finally off the topic of books, and onto some good old-fashioned Random Links.
-- I got a good laugh out of Freakytrigger's 24-hours-of-MTV marathon blog.
-- My former school's drama group, poetically titled The Drama League, now has its own website. I'll shamelessly say that I could've probably made it look better, but then Tristan (the webmaster and a nice guy) knows a shite of a lot more than me about databases and backend and all that stuff, so I'll stay quiet.
-- Interviews with Depeche Mode (well, Dave Gahan, anyway) and Weezer. The latter's especially entertaining.
Alright, I'm going to go bury my nose in Da Book...
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My mother returned home from the store today bearing a copy of Neil Gaiman's AMERICAN GODS. I'd mentioned in passing at dinner yesterday that it had come out while we were gone and that I wanted to read it, and bam, she brings it home. I'm now willing to forgive her for the 10,481 times she's bugged me about getting a job in the past few weeks (Current prospect: Old Navy). I've only read the first twenty pages so far (I plan to knock as much of it out tonight as I can), and while it seems just a tad too hard-boiled at first glance, I'm probably going to enjoy it mightily -- Salon's review uses the phrase "Wagnerian noir" to describe it, and that's brilliant, so.
(In slightly related news, I'm sorry you missed your chance to meet Neil... better luck next time, I suppose.)
Also on the books tip, I'm very proud of myself for socking away five, count 'em, five pretty heavy-duty books while I was away. I recommend, largely without reservations, all of the following -- Gabriel Garcia-Marquez's ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE, Barry Unsworth's PASCALI'S ISLAND, Phillip Roth's THE HUMAN STAIN, Kurt Vonnegut's WELCOME TO THE MONKEY HOUSE, and especially Zadie Smith's WHITE TEETH, which I know everybody raved about last year but I never get to these things until paperback.
And now we're finally off the topic of books, and onto some good old-fashioned Random Links.
-- I got a good laugh out of Freakytrigger's 24-hours-of-MTV marathon blog.
-- My former school's drama group, poetically titled The Drama League, now has its own website. I'll shamelessly say that I could've probably made it look better, but then Tristan (the webmaster and a nice guy) knows a shite of a lot more than me about databases and backend and all that stuff, so I'll stay quiet.
-- Interviews with Depeche Mode (well, Dave Gahan, anyway) and Weezer. The latter's especially entertaining.
Alright, I'm going to go bury my nose in Da Book...
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Sunday, June 24, 2001
Hi, I'm alive. I never did put up a post explaining that I'd be running away to the Bahamas for a week, did I? I mentioned it obliquely in the Music Week kickoff, but that's all. I'm sorry about that.
Anyway, I'm back, and I'm very happy after spending a week here (we recommend it heartily), and my scalp is peeling from sunburn, which sucks, and I'm using run-on sentences, so I'm stopping.
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Anyway, I'm back, and I'm very happy after spending a week here (we recommend it heartily), and my scalp is peeling from sunburn, which sucks, and I'm using run-on sentences, so I'm stopping.
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Wednesday, June 13, 2001
Oh my God, how cute is this? I didn't think the little baldy bastard had it in him.
And speaking of little baldy bastards, Moby's finally putting out that DVD he kept hinting at.
Also speaking of little baldy bastards, I shaved my head again.
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And speaking of little baldy bastards, Moby's finally putting out that DVD he kept hinting at.
Also speaking of little baldy bastards, I shaved my head again.
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Tuesday, June 12, 2001
Two new reviews at FUCK MTV!: U2's "Elevation (Remix)" and Tool's "Schism." People are gonna be angry with me, I can tell.
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Sunday, June 10, 2001
Because she can can can: Tanya Headon hates "Lady Marmalade". A fitting cap to months and months of MOULIN ROUGE ass-kissing on this site, I suppose...
When said person was also the man responsible for Sunscreen (a joke which wasn't funny before it was even written) I get angry. When he is also the guilty party for turning a Shakespeare tragedy into a fucking worldwide disaster by playing Radiohead, The Cardigans and The Wannadies on the soundtrack - well let's just say you wouldn't like me when I'm that angry. You probably wouldn't like me anyway.
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When said person was also the man responsible for Sunscreen (a joke which wasn't funny before it was even written) I get angry. When he is also the guilty party for turning a Shakespeare tragedy into a fucking worldwide disaster by playing Radiohead, The Cardigans and The Wannadies on the soundtrack - well let's just say you wouldn't like me when I'm that angry. You probably wouldn't like me anyway.
11:54 PM | e-mail |
From Cheesedip comes a really neat article about the video for R.E.M.'s "Imitation Of Life." It's a pretty bad-ass video, if I do say so myself, and the article was interesting, if a bit overanalytical.
10:29 PM | e-mail |
10:29 PM | e-mail |
Why, God. Why must I be condemned to be completely addicted to Bands On The Run? Possibly because I know that if I were ever in a band, I would not be anywhere near as brutally retarded as some of these people are, and that gives me a rush.
Of course, I wouldn't know half as much about promotion, business, etc. as a couple of the bands do. So I guess it evens out. Wait, no it doesn't, I'm better and let's leave it at that.
Anyway, I hope Harlow wins, just because they're halfway intelligent. Unlike Flickerstick, who I find myself wishing would simply die. I don't understand why anyone would ever buy into the quote-unquote "rock and roll" lifestyle of drinking yourself stupid every night. It's completely counterproductive and has destroyed more fabulous artists than you could possibly count. So WHY THE HELL DO YOU THINK IT'S A GOOD IDEA?
God, I need to shut up, go to bed, and get out and have a life. In that order.
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Of course, I wouldn't know half as much about promotion, business, etc. as a couple of the bands do. So I guess it evens out. Wait, no it doesn't, I'm better and let's leave it at that.
Anyway, I hope Harlow wins, just because they're halfway intelligent. Unlike Flickerstick, who I find myself wishing would simply die. I don't understand why anyone would ever buy into the quote-unquote "rock and roll" lifestyle of drinking yourself stupid every night. It's completely counterproductive and has destroyed more fabulous artists than you could possibly count. So WHY THE HELL DO YOU THINK IT'S A GOOD IDEA?
God, I need to shut up, go to bed, and get out and have a life. In that order.
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"A lot of bands had a lot more fun than us, but of course they sucked. So."
-Billy Corgan on MTV, looking back on the Smashing Pumpkins
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-Billy Corgan on MTV, looking back on the Smashing Pumpkins
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Because, you know, it's her. Madonna has kicked off her world tour, apparently to an ecstatic reception, although all but four of the songs she played were from her last two albums. Which, you know, I don't mind, since with a few notable late-period exceptions ("Vogue", "Like A Prayer", "Express Yourself") most of her early output really was crap, and she played "Human Nature" here, so that rocks. Anyway. Go browse the setlist and the spectacle, should you desire.
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1:53 PM | e-mail |
Go to A Fire Inside and participate in her Lists Of 5 extravaganza. The free-form insanity of the first round has given way to the more organized and directed second round, in which you suggest 5 Songs To Have Sex To and 5 Songs To NOT Have Playing When Trying To Get Some. It's truly binto.
And to add to the whole extravaganza, I submit my touching list of the 5 Most Romantic Songs I've Ever Heard. Because, you know, with all this talk of gettin' freaky, we can't forget the luv.
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And to add to the whole extravaganza, I submit my touching list of the 5 Most Romantic Songs I've Ever Heard. Because, you know, with all this talk of gettin' freaky, we can't forget the luv.
- Lamb, "Gorecki"
- U2, "All I Want Is You"
- R.E.M., "Be Mine"
- Weezer, "Across The Sea"
- DMX, "Get At Me Dog"
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Saturday, June 09, 2001
I should be sleeping. But two important additions to the Dumb But Happy post:
One of the primary things I've noticed about making these is how embarassing they could potentially be if they got into the wrong hands. I once put Vol. 3 into the CD player on a long ride back from Naples with my brother and sister-in-law, and it didn't exactly work out. INXS and the Jesus and Mary Chain went over well, but Robbie Williams and Mousse T, unsurprisingly, did not. I found myself in the awkward position of having to justify my tastes in guilty-pleasure pop. So: fuck that. A mix like this is for you. It's been my experience that most people, myself included, are used to making mixes for others, anticipating each person's likes and dislikes, the way each person listens to things, et cetera. When making general mixes, I often picture myself in a car with four of my friends, and then try to arrange a mix that won't make them scream and die. But that is not how the Dumb But Happy mixes work. They're all about indulging yourself in a little bit of truly unrespectable shit every now and then. You don't have to like yourself in the morning. Just as you're listening to it.
Second: An important addendum to the "happy" requirement. The song itself need not be happy; it just needs to make you happy. For example, The Pogues' "Rake At The Gates Of Hell" is actually a vicious, nasty little song. But it sure does jig like a mofo, and so despite all the carrying-on re: maggots and being dragged down to hell etc., I still bounce up and down when I hear it. So on it goes. Same for Rob Zombie's "Dragula" (from Volume 1) and other assorted tunes. Thomas IMed me and asked if Guns 'N' Roses' "I Used To Love Her" could qualify. And I figure hey, if spousal murder makes you jolly, then slap it on there, suckah.
(Please note that I am not saying that spousal murder makes Thomas jolly. He was pretty much yanking my chain. I, however, am a literal bastard and decided to write a 200-word post about his joke. Le sigh.)
Also, one final note about Music Week. I want to be hearing from you people about it. I'm sure anybody who's written to me in the past knows that I'm deeply shitty at responding to e-mail properly / punctually / ever. But this week I'm going to pay special attention to my mailbox, so if any of you think something I've put up here is really profound (or kind of retarded), or would like to share your versions and interpretations, then do it, damn you, do it.
2:52 AM | e-mail |
One of the primary things I've noticed about making these is how embarassing they could potentially be if they got into the wrong hands. I once put Vol. 3 into the CD player on a long ride back from Naples with my brother and sister-in-law, and it didn't exactly work out. INXS and the Jesus and Mary Chain went over well, but Robbie Williams and Mousse T, unsurprisingly, did not. I found myself in the awkward position of having to justify my tastes in guilty-pleasure pop. So: fuck that. A mix like this is for you. It's been my experience that most people, myself included, are used to making mixes for others, anticipating each person's likes and dislikes, the way each person listens to things, et cetera. When making general mixes, I often picture myself in a car with four of my friends, and then try to arrange a mix that won't make them scream and die. But that is not how the Dumb But Happy mixes work. They're all about indulging yourself in a little bit of truly unrespectable shit every now and then. You don't have to like yourself in the morning. Just as you're listening to it.
Second: An important addendum to the "happy" requirement. The song itself need not be happy; it just needs to make you happy. For example, The Pogues' "Rake At The Gates Of Hell" is actually a vicious, nasty little song. But it sure does jig like a mofo, and so despite all the carrying-on re: maggots and being dragged down to hell etc., I still bounce up and down when I hear it. So on it goes. Same for Rob Zombie's "Dragula" (from Volume 1) and other assorted tunes. Thomas IMed me and asked if Guns 'N' Roses' "I Used To Love Her" could qualify. And I figure hey, if spousal murder makes you jolly, then slap it on there, suckah.
(Please note that I am not saying that spousal murder makes Thomas jolly. He was pretty much yanking my chain. I, however, am a literal bastard and decided to write a 200-word post about his joke. Le sigh.)
Also, one final note about Music Week. I want to be hearing from you people about it. I'm sure anybody who's written to me in the past knows that I'm deeply shitty at responding to e-mail properly / punctually / ever. But this week I'm going to pay special attention to my mailbox, so if any of you think something I've put up here is really profound (or kind of retarded), or would like to share your versions and interpretations, then do it, damn you, do it.
2:52 AM | e-mail |
Friday, June 08, 2001
You know, hundreds of thousands of people have composed hymns of praise to MP3s and CD burners and the like, so I'm not going to bother. Instead, I'm just going to say that without them, I could never have the Dumb But Happy series, and that would have been a damn shame.
Instructions:
(1.) Collect 74 minutes of pop songs. They should, ideally, be both dumb and happy. It is not required that they be dumb, but it is required that they be happy. Their hipness quotient is also irrelevant. Ideally, at least 30% of this mix should make you feel dirty for liking it. But in a good way.
(2.) Arrange them as necessary. It should stand to reason that the arrangement should be deliberate; if you make mix tapes and you don't carefully order the tracks, you're not thinking enough about your music.
(3.) Make the tape / CD, then get in your car and drive for at least 74 minutes, listening all the way. And sing along, bitch.
I have three volumes in the Dumb But Happy series at the moment, and I've started to compile the fourth. As a random sampling, here's the tracklist for Volume Three, which I listened to in the car tonight on the way to pick up dinner. And oh yes: I sang along, bitch. To every last one.
10:52 PM | e-mail |
Instructions:
(1.) Collect 74 minutes of pop songs. They should, ideally, be both dumb and happy. It is not required that they be dumb, but it is required that they be happy. Their hipness quotient is also irrelevant. Ideally, at least 30% of this mix should make you feel dirty for liking it. But in a good way.
(2.) Arrange them as necessary. It should stand to reason that the arrangement should be deliberate; if you make mix tapes and you don't carefully order the tracks, you're not thinking enough about your music.
(3.) Make the tape / CD, then get in your car and drive for at least 74 minutes, listening all the way. And sing along, bitch.
I have three volumes in the Dumb But Happy series at the moment, and I've started to compile the fourth. As a random sampling, here's the tracklist for Volume Three, which I listened to in the car tonight on the way to pick up dinner. And oh yes: I sang along, bitch. To every last one.
- U2 - "Pop Muzik (Pop Mart Radio Edit)"
- Robbie Williams & Kylie Minogue - "Kids"
- George Michael - "Freedom"
- A-Ha - "The Sun Always Shines On TV"
- Breeders - "Cannonball"
- Jesus and Mary Chain - "Happy When It Rains"
- Fatboy Slim - "Ya Mama"
- Aquabats - "The Cat With Two Heads!"
- Robert Palmer - "Addicted To Love"
- Hole - "Malibu"
- Iggy Pop & Deborah Harry - "Well Did You Evah"
- INXS - "Need You Tonight"
- Madonna - "Amazing"
- Moby with Kelis - "Honey (Remix Edit)"
- Mousse T with Hot & Juicy - "Horny '98"
- Destiny's Child - "Independent Woman Pt. 1"
- Aimee Mann - "Save Me"
- The Pogues - "Rake At The Gates Of Hell"
10:52 PM | e-mail |
Alright. So my personal problems are bothering me, but I don't have the will to discuss them -- instead, I'm going to shut up and dance. Proverbially, anyway.
I hereby break a champagne bottle over DOYOUFEELLOVED.COM Music Week. I spend more than half my time on this blog jawing about music anyway, so from now until next Friday night, you will be treated only to posts about music. Let's hope they don't suck. My personal problems may show up again, but only when focused through the lens of music, which might make them vaguely tolerable. Who knows?
Anyway, I'll dig up great music links, share some mix tapes, tweak the radio station a bit, get you folks to play along, and say what I think about albums, artists, songs, whatever. Maybe I'll even finally blow some dust off of Fuck MTV! The future may hold many surprises.
When it all ends Friday night, I'll have run off to the Bahamas for another week of relaxation and reading and beaching and family and Not Being In Front Of A Computer, so if you're gonna sit Music Week out, don't bother turning up again until June 25th.
Right then. Prepare yo'self.
10:04 PM | e-mail |
I hereby break a champagne bottle over DOYOUFEELLOVED.COM Music Week. I spend more than half my time on this blog jawing about music anyway, so from now until next Friday night, you will be treated only to posts about music. Let's hope they don't suck. My personal problems may show up again, but only when focused through the lens of music, which might make them vaguely tolerable. Who knows?
Anyway, I'll dig up great music links, share some mix tapes, tweak the radio station a bit, get you folks to play along, and say what I think about albums, artists, songs, whatever. Maybe I'll even finally blow some dust off of Fuck MTV! The future may hold many surprises.
When it all ends Friday night, I'll have run off to the Bahamas for another week of relaxation and reading and beaching and family and Not Being In Front Of A Computer, so if you're gonna sit Music Week out, don't bother turning up again until June 25th.
Right then. Prepare yo'self.
10:04 PM | e-mail |
NME do a track-by-track review of Bjork's new album VESPERTINE. What a fine year this has been and will be for music...
(The NME also tells me that Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds will play NYC on October 4th, which I think I already knew, but it's cool anyway)
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(The NME also tells me that Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds will play NYC on October 4th, which I think I already knew, but it's cool anyway)
12:03 PM | e-mail |
Thursday, June 07, 2001
Metafilter turns its attentions once again to the satirizing of literature, and the results are genius. The Voice Of A Generation.
By the by, you'll want to go to U2Audio and watch the truly phenomenal performance of "Where The Streets Have No Name" that aired on last night's NBA Finals halftime show. I missed it, because I was watching my friends graduate and because my VCR deserves to die for its sins. But this makes it all better. (P.S. It'll be on the Elevation Tour DVD that could maybe, I hope, be out by Christmas.)
7:49 PM | e-mail |
By the by, you'll want to go to U2Audio and watch the truly phenomenal performance of "Where The Streets Have No Name" that aired on last night's NBA Finals halftime show. I missed it, because I was watching my friends graduate and because my VCR deserves to die for its sins. But this makes it all better. (P.S. It'll be on the Elevation Tour DVD that could maybe, I hope, be out by Christmas.)
7:49 PM | e-mail |
Tuesday, June 05, 2001
Buy me this. Now.
I'd been admiring it on principle since I started seeing the TV ads about a month and a half ago, but MAN do I want one now.
10:18 PM | e-mail |
I'd been admiring it on principle since I started seeing the TV ads about a month and a half ago, but MAN do I want one now.
10:18 PM | e-mail |
If you read only one more thing in your lifetime before putting out your eyes with forks, then let Ionesco For Kids! be it. The Bald Soprano with sock puppets. PHENOMENAL.
My school drama league did a terrific production of Bald Soprano a few years ago. I mainly hung around behind the set making sure it didn't fall over, but boy, it was fun.
(via Metafilter)
12:37 PM | e-mail |
My school drama league did a terrific production of Bald Soprano a few years ago. I mainly hung around behind the set making sure it didn't fall over, but boy, it was fun.
(via Metafilter)
12:37 PM | e-mail |
Monday, June 04, 2001
Le sigh.
("Wait a minute -- is that fucker gonna let this post go with nothing but that? Let's lynch him!")
Fine, fine. Suffice it to say that my life has suddenly filled with Annoying Problems* that, to be honest, probably don't merit a full-fledged Le Sigh, but then, what does. In any event, I'm all depressed and I listened to The Smiths in the car and that didn't help at all, and now I'm just all melancholy-like.
I did pick up my guitar from the repair place, though, so maybe I'll start learning how to play it, and I taught myself the very simple riff to Depeche Mode's very awesome "When The Body Speaks" on the keyboard last night, so THAT's cool. But still. Le sigh.
* I am almost entirely certain that, immediately upon reading this post, several of you will IM or e-mail me and ask "What problems?", on the assumption that I want to talk about it. Don't. All I will say is that they are romantic, financial, parental and personal, though maybe not in that order, and that they are, at present time, none of your business. I'm posting about them on the blog only to let you know how I am generally feeling, and to give a semi-explanation for why I haven't been around or may not be around in the near future.)
4:04 PM | e-mail |
("Wait a minute -- is that fucker gonna let this post go with nothing but that? Let's lynch him!")
Fine, fine. Suffice it to say that my life has suddenly filled with Annoying Problems* that, to be honest, probably don't merit a full-fledged Le Sigh, but then, what does. In any event, I'm all depressed and I listened to The Smiths in the car and that didn't help at all, and now I'm just all melancholy-like.
I did pick up my guitar from the repair place, though, so maybe I'll start learning how to play it, and I taught myself the very simple riff to Depeche Mode's very awesome "When The Body Speaks" on the keyboard last night, so THAT's cool. But still. Le sigh.
* I am almost entirely certain that, immediately upon reading this post, several of you will IM or e-mail me and ask "What problems?", on the assumption that I want to talk about it. Don't. All I will say is that they are romantic, financial, parental and personal, though maybe not in that order, and that they are, at present time, none of your business. I'm posting about them on the blog only to let you know how I am generally feeling, and to give a semi-explanation for why I haven't been around or may not be around in the near future.)
4:04 PM | e-mail |
Saturday, June 02, 2001