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The "I continuously haven't enough sleep to care enough to really write anything and I'm crabby when I'm tired, but I figured I might as well put something up here so you reader people don't write me off altogether" edition.

I couldn't really give a flying about Killa and his Dip Shit-Dip Shit-Dip Shit crew, but this topic over at ILM vaguely intrigued me. And I laughed ironically and snidely at this golden quote: "white people should just listen to indie rock anywayz...its not like dipset or dancehall makes us more interesting." Hee hee. Also on the board, up for Classic or Dud: "Stay With Me Tonight" (Classic!) and "I Can't Go For That (No Can Do)" (Classic!).

My "helping the morning pass quickly and wake up the brain" routine includes gossip columns. (...shut up.) Today's R&M was a crackup from start to finish (Guiliani might be eating crow! Anti-Post snark! Bush kid knocks herself stupid "dancing"!), but I think I vomited a bit thinking of Lohan and Farrell. Ugh...that man radiates disease. Hanging out with Grandmastah H Saturday night (it had been so long that I'd forgotten his psuedonym...that's a long fucking time), he had been watching SNL and my second reaction (1st being "people actually still watch that show?") was "that freaking guy looks like such a skeezeball." To which GH replied perfectly, "and Farmer doesn't?" "I was innocent back then, I didn't know that beforehand!" Besides slightly dirty is fine, looking like if you stand within 15 feet, I'll catch your herpes is extreme. I'm amused by Hollywood so-called bedhopping. Everyone is within six degrees of Paris Hilton's vagina...which you'd think they'd find pretty frightening. I know I do.

Doing the link browse, I stumbled onto this article and it reminded me of something I've always been considering: has anyone ever noticed how fucking bizarro most rap/R&B reviews are? I'll be reading and just pause, cock my head to the side, and say "what the FUCK are you talking about?" These strange turns of phrases -- what is up with that? Is it a word count thing -- sticking any old thing in just to get that 200? Does the editor look at it and say "maybe it's some slang thing...I'll just leave it alone?" Like this little passage:

It's deep. Like an X-rated schizophrenic reading of the Pentagon papers mixed with Katzenjammer capers. El-P's sound tries to come across like some William Burroughs cutup of the B-boy's Bhagavad Gita but turns out more like Nabokov's Lolita holding down a slab of Velveeta so it can get fucked by Chester Cheetah.

Word? But, the Mumsie thing was funny. [via The Cool Out via Nick]

Eh. It's all I've got right now.

Posted by Candicissima at December 14, 2004 11:13 AM