Kitty Power

Resolutions 05 Revisited: Roundup Part 2

So at the start of this year, I was poised to:

01. Be more social
I think I did pretty okay at that. Made tons of new friends I'd say.
02. Reconnect with those I've lost touch with
Good job on this, even if most of them found me!
03. Update my personal style
I wasn't really sure what I meant by this at the time, but I'm not as college kid shlubby as I thought I used to be -- even wore dresses willing -- so done.
04. Take a class
Didn't happen.
05. Dust off my creative side and start cracking
Eh. Barely.
06. Keep writing
I think I basically stopped writing this year. That's a real problem.
07. Be more proactive
Yes, I was very good about that. I went after a lot kinda admirably.
08. Build an oasis at home
If by oasis I meant a place I can be as comfortable as easily as I was at home, then check
09. Do something career wise that makes me happy
Yeah...no.
10. Get a new passport and take a major trip
Nyet. I kinda sucked at that also.
11. Fine tune the radar
I'm going to give myself a major pat on the back for this one. No more sniffer reveals to ruin my day. I could finally see it from miles away. Go me!
12. Keep building the nest egg
Haha. We sucked at that. Broker than ever!
13. Take more chances
Another pat on the back for me. Good job on that front.

Music Makes Me High: Roundup Part 1

I actually may have discovered more music this year which really isn't that surprising guess. I did pick up and go to Miami for the express purpose of hearing music 24-7 and the rest of the year just followed. I learned a lot of things by osmosis and followed the musical links. It's been a very good year for all that. This year, KP was into:

1. Favorite New-To-Me Finds: Chateau Flight, Liquid Liquid, Four Tet, Handsome Boy Modelling School, Dub Trio, Beans, Battles, Diverse, In Flagranti, Dry & Heavy, most of the Massive Attack catalog

2. I Gave Into The Hype And I Actually Liked It!!: Jamie Lidell, Death From Above 1979, LCD Soundsystem, Dizzee Rascal, Kanye West, !!!, Fannypack, Kelley Polar

3. Most Awesome Bits of Revisted Youth: Nine Inch Nails @ MSG and Jamiroquai @ Nokia Theater

Anways, my best of what I was listening to all year, in no particular order:

Albums:
33hz, 33hz
Chateau Flight, The Meal
Death From Above 1979, You Are A Woman, I Am A Machine
Dub Trio, Exploring The Dangers Of
Four Tet, Everything Ecstatic
Jamie Lidell, Multiply
Prefuse 73, Surrounded By Silence
Run The Road
Sam Prekop, Who's Your New Professor?
Shawn Lee's Ping Pong Orchestra, Moods and Grooves, Vol. 2.

Songs:
Amerie, "Talkin About"
Damian Marley, "Welcome To Jamrock"
Fannypack, "On My Lap"
In Flagranti, "Bang Bang"
Jamie Lidell "Multiply"
John Legend, "Ordinary People"
Kanye West "Gold Digger"
Kelley Polar "Cosmological Constancy"
LCD Soundsystem, "Disco Inflitrator"
Mariah Carey, "We Belong Together"
R. Kelly "Trapped In The Closet Part 1-Infinity"
Tiga "Good As Gold"

Not Even New Shit That Wouldn't Let Me Go
Brandy, "The Ritual (Chateau Flight Remix)
Massive Attack, Mezzanine
The Jones Girls, "Nights Over Egypt"
La Caution vs. Chateau Flight, "Deserts et Lezards"
Dizzee Rascal, Boy In Da Corner
Urban Renewal Program
Asian Dub Foundation, "P.N.K.B. (Dry & Heavy Remix)
Boogie Down Productions, "The Bridge Is Over"
EPMD "Crossover"
Talking Heads, "Born Under Punches"
Disco D + Princess Superstar, "Fuck Me On The Dancefloor"

Favorite Shows of '05:
1. Winter Music Conference/M3 Summit -- March '05 -- If only for the sheer numbers of people that I saw including Los Amigos Invisibles, Tortured Soul, 33hz, Mylo, The Glimmers, Ellen Allien, Killa Kela, Digable Planets, Mark Farina, Donald Glaude, Marques Wyatt, Slam Dunk, Greenskeepers, Ben Watt, and more that I don't even freaking remember (and some I want to forget). It was music overload. Nothing even came close to topping it.

2. Dizzee Rascal @ Irving Plaza -- 4/23/05 -- I'd only started listening to him a few weeks before the show and I got my ticket on a mostly ulterior motivation, but the show was classic. A hip hop show top to bottom. Dude has massive stage presence and it's really impossible to look away. I was a fairweather fan before I got there, but seeing every song get twice the recorded energy made me a true blue.

3. Beans/Battles/Prefuse 73 @ Bowery Ballroom -- 5/7/05 -- It's almost hard to believe that I had never seen Prefuse do more than a little spinning until May...especially with me being all obsessed and all. So, I rectified that fully this year. He came and went earlier this month and I didn't even pause. No more Prefuse for another year or so. But, this show was the 2nd of the two night stand and Trendvickster and I did it up. I hadn't given more than a passing though to Beans (though I knew of him), so I was blown away by his performance. Full of personality that dude is! (and he's been really cool when I've run into him since.) Battles came from nowhere to blindside me the first night and I was still all about them the second. Likewise, Ian Battles is very nice, considering I badger him about that damned bag every time I see him. I think Prefuse could've banged a garbage pail along to a CD of the music playing and I still would've loved it, but live drums and keys along with the samples was the shit. It definitely enriched the flavor of the songs and gave it enough weight to fill the room and then some.

4. Dub Trio/Nisennenmondai/Tyondai Braxton /Prefuse 73 @Rocks Off Boat Cruise -- 9/18/05 -- As The Director joked, the incredible concert with no words. Awesome musicians every last one, but you know what? My favorite part was being on a boat on a warm fall night spitting distance from the Statue of Liberty. That was an incredible sight that I haven't seen in too long. That was a true "I Love NY" moment.

5. Nine Inch Nails @ MSG -- 11/3/05 -- I've never ever been to an arena show and I've kinda regretted it over the years. And then I remember that I'm usually broke as fuck. So, now I know that in an arena, you can barely see shit and you're just one of a mass of thousands of people, but dammit, it's exciting! You feel a part of something bigger than yourself. And it definitely helps when the band on stage is playing most of your favorite songs and the sound is immense going all the way to the back row. It rocked.

You're Good As Gold

I'm home sick and I've been having silly out there dreams. In one, I went to London and married Dizzee Rascal and became the Martina to his Tricky. In another, Tantrum and I collaborated on an electro song and it was a hit. And then I bought a crazy glass walled apartment and threw parties and slinked (yes, slinked) around NYC with my sunglasses at night indoors before jet-setting around the world. I guess I just dreamed I was G. Rizo. I have no idea what her apartment looks like, but she's the bomb and I wouldn't call her out for briging aviators inside. She chatted with me at her party when I was an anti-social retard and she's insanely cool. Cheers to her.

Also a heartfelt congrats out to Steven and Rachel. I didn't even have my typical "eww...engaged" reaction, so good for them.

Doing up the blast from the past thing last week was Grandmastah H, back again from London. I finally dragged over to him that air matress I borrowed almost a year ago that was my bed for the first month and a half here. And in return, I got smoked out and dinner and drinks. Good fucking deal. He dragged me out unwillingly Friday night with the promise of more drinks and I hung with him and his friends, partaking in the bottle popping. He's my favorite Mr. Moneybags.

A reminder I could've done without was the boy sending me an email out of the blue. It's never a good sign when just the sight of someone's name in your email box sets you off screaming and flipping off the screeen, futile or not. Ultra frustrating that was. I was advised to just delete it, but I responded back fairly nonchalantly. "Glad to hear you're well or whatever." Let's close the book on all that now, shall we?

Ms. Mommy came to us to make Christmas dinner. I love how parents can tell you how fat you are one second and then make a feast with ham, chicken, stuffing, macaroni, yams, and cornbread that it's obviously up to you to eat. Ant and I noted amazed that it's probably more food than we've ever had in our fridge at one time. And damn it's good too! I got her a mini mp3 player that's so cute that it almost tempted me to buy one for myself. (Speaking of mine, it's finally on its way back to me! I dropped it too many times and they just scrapped it and gave me a new one. Yay! Though, gave implies I didn't have to pay $100 for them to do that. *sigh*) My combo Xmas/birthday present is her covering the WMC trip in March. Woo! Less money for me to save is always nice.

Christmas night, Ant and I went to see Wolf Creek with apparently classloads of kids. I'm old enough that I never had to deal with buying a PG ticket just to see an R rated movie, so imagine how annoyed I was when all the brats buying tickets for The Ringer ended up in my theater. And you know I wasn't happy about the assholes with the baby in the carriage either. Yeah, your 1-year old is totally going to sleep through that loud ass horror movie! Dicks. People suck. That's probably why I don't go to the movies often, besides it costing $10.25 at that place. Damn. I still remember how pissed I was when the $2 theater went up to $3! I feel old.

And before I forget, my favorite Christmas text: "Merry Christmas. Thanks for you being you. And for letting me be me."

Now I Know Who's In Control

You're an Expert Kisser

You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity You've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks off And you're adaptable, giving each partner what they crave When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable

[via Stevie Nixed]

I'll Stand By You

So yeah, you know about the strike. It's pretty rough. I walked to and from work Tuesday and it majorly sucked. My knees and joints are staging a mutiny against me. I also found out that bridges give me a case of vertigo. I almost passed out on my walk home. Not so awesome.

I took the LIRR in Wednesday and caught a ride back home that night, It's pretty nightmarish, but I support the TWU (my mom is a former member) and find the coverage on the news generally biased and disgusting. I can only imagine with glee the book my former Jobs, Unemployment, and Social Welfare prof will write about this. May the union prevail! No wonder why Mr. Sailor called me a communist.

NO MAS

I'll admit from the start that it was my own fault. What the hell was I doing in the Music section anyways? I stopped reading ages ago because I realized it was better for my blood pressure to stay away. My throwaway line back here prompted an email calling for some constructive criticism and I think I responded helpfully, even if that was the last of it and I haven't checked to see if there was a change. I accepted that the tag team action was on the irritating side and decided to play out of sight, out of mind. But then I saw this lovely screed on the X-Clan/Jr. Gong show that went down the other week and there was only response I could have: off with his piss-filled head and then burn the body.

I used to be a bit of an apologist. The other one was just revelling in being a bad writing chump and this one at least had some sort of drollness about him. And he's a big Man Man supporter, so how bad can he be? But no, fuck him. Fuck him in the eye. Fuck the entire pair of crack-addled, ass-scratching monkeys they call "music bloggers" over at the Voice. I hope they're the first ones to get the pink slip when the new boss comes in.

Because then I won't have to be killed with the "cleverness."

"For the Babies" was too pro-life an encore that night ("You're wrong, dude!" someone shouted), but radio hits "Road to Zion" and "Jamrock" and a Shabba Ranks cameo got Marley off the coat hanger. But hey, at least he got on it

"For The Babies" is an anti-abortion song and Marley was on/off the hanger..get it? Ho ho ho. Another post:

Lil Kim. Still on tour, Lil Kim goes from one corner of her cell to another singing "Lighters Up" and occasionally "Lighters Up (Reggaeton Remix)," which is "Lighters Up" with a very pronounced lisp. Pretending cinder blocks are her fans, she sometimes holds a lighter up near the block as if the block is holding the lighter, then gets taken to a nearby hospital for burning her finger.

Least successful tour cause she's in jail! Ho ho ho. Yet another:

So I'll bite: Why would Juvenile punch a baby? Probably because when you punch a baby, it makes a funny noise that sounds like rapping. But why punch a baby in the mouth? Probably because when you punch a baby in the mouth, sometimes it nibbles on your fingers. But wouldn't the baby cry a lot? Probably not--unless it's one of those wimpy babies (a dog).

Then again, maybe Juvenile is stuck in the metaphorical here--maybe this isn't an actual punch, but a crazy punch. Maybe, as three paragraphs in I'm beginning to suspect, Juvenile is "punching" babies for a special baby fraternity, membership to which is limited to Juvenile, Tony Yayo, and 45 of the awesomest, most punchable babies. The babies' moms can also join if they want.

Ho ho ho...baby punching as a riff! High-larious! He's so funny! I can't stand it! It makes me want to knee him in the balls! That would be really funny!

Is there no way in the world to pull the plug on the shticky little fuck? He's not funny. He's not clever. He's usually ill-informed and ridiculous. He's the personification of that acne-ridden smug joker in school who held the class hostage with his "unrestrained" humor every time he opened his mealy little mouth. NO MAS. Throw him against the wall and take him out.

Like I Give A Shit

On my shitlist today is CBS for interrupting the last 10 mins of As The World Turns to talk about the NYC contingency plan in case of the strike Friday. And I'm pissed because frankly, most people sitting around watching soaps on a weekday afternoon don't give a fuck. Like for example, ME! Save it for the nightly news, assholes!

And then there's my neighbors -- the building next door, our apartments share a wall and windows face across the alley. I got greeted by the sounds of a baby nonstop crying totally out of the blue last week about midnight. It's like they sat the brat right next to the wall or something! And then I got the extra special Sunday morning treat of Lite FM at 9am. I am not down with being up for 20 hours and then having to deal with Shania Twain where I can't break the radio into a million little pieces. Oh, what was I doing up at that time of day, you ask? Well, I got back from Rubulad at 6ish and I was just..erm, hanging out..*cough* The fact of the matter is: I hate them and I want to leave a nasty note in their mailbox. Or bang on the wall in anger. Or engage in sonic warfare. Grr.

I Wanna Show You How I Handle Business

We've since softened our "no like!" stance on the new Tiga. There's more than a handful that we like, but we haven't gone back to it yet this week so...meh. We finally let curiosity get the better of us and got some Kelley Polar. The one song so far is like delicate disco or something. We like...very much. Everyone I read (of the critic variety) is making year end lists. And since I like wasting space on randomness, I'll do one too..sooner or later. What'll probably be on it is pretty no brainer. Every album that I actually got around to listening to fully the past year more or less. But, we'll see it when I make it up.

Meanwhile, take these:

Dub Trio, Sick Im Kid
The Jones Girls, Nights Over Egypt
Chateau Flight, Les Antipodes
Diverse, In Accordance
Echo and the Bunnymen, The Cutter
Man Man, Tear of Octopus (Adam Sparkle Remix)

Just Say No

I've always had a bit of an uneasy, occasionally amused relationship with babies. I guess they're okay in the abstract sense. I was one, my brother more recently was a cute one. Sometimes I run into them and they make funny faces or whatever, but I usually try not to think of them at all. They're in that same zone of things I'd rather not have my downright laissez-faire existance intruded on and the whole "where is my life going?" crisis set off that, like marriage and responsibility. Bad, bad words.

I was getting slighty afraid to notice lately that I'd softened considerably towards the kidlets I see around. They were making me smile and make those cooing sounds I save for the cat usually. "What the hell is wrong with me?" I asked myself. "We're just being weird. Don't let them suck us into the vacuum! Turn back that biological clock!" So, fate stepped in.

My Secret Santa person around the office was this pregnant lady about to go off on maternity leave. Yoiu want to know how connected am I to my office/co-workers? I didn't even know she was pregnant until like 2 weeks ago when I overheard someone asking how far along she was. I just thought the waddle walk was caused by average issue weight gain. The floor holiday lunch turned into a secret baby shower and I decided to just kill two birds with one stone and get something from Buy Buy Baby since it's about a block from where I work.

That place is...weird. Baby crap everywhere with the faint sickening smell of formula. It kinda made me sick just to be in there. I paid for my gift and got the hell out of there. I could almost feel my ovaries shriveling and began to feel like everything was right with the world. Now the little devils invoke a feeling of terror. I try to avoid eye contact and the cute net. I see their evil schemes: first, they want to pop our your vagina and then, they'll take all your money. No thanks. Stay in your world, babies, and I'll stay in mine.

It's Kinda New

*sniff* I can't even go! B-but it's Cielo a-and Tiefschwarz! Life can be so cruel.

Anyways, music thingy making the rounds (via Alafairnadia):
"Da rules are: List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now. Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to."

1. Chateau Flight, Les Antipodes (Malik Dub)
2. The Jones Girls, Nights Over Egypt
3. Hot Hot Heat, Talk To Me, Dance With Me
4. Death From Above 1979, Go Home Get Down
5. Kanye West, Crack Music
6. Damian Marley, We're Gonna Make It
7. Black Box, Everybody, Everybody (Le Freak Mix)

Hmm...my 7: Cupcake, Jay-V, Anthony, David, Bill, Hani, Mac, and the blogless Tantrum.

You Supplicate

Believe it or not, I just noticed the inverse relationship between the level of my job satisfaction and the amount of time I'm chained to my desk. I've been more negative than usual about the whole thing in the past month or so and it dawned on me, "that's because you scraped the November vacation and have been working non-stop since March, more or less, genius!" So, this week (until Friday at least), I'm hanging out around the house, watching As The World Turns (so good lately!), eating chips, and curling up next to my cat for midday naps. It's like a perpetual weekend and therefore, wonderful. But, I still am at a point where I'm ready to be a media bitch somewhere else.

I don't actually have nothing to do of course. I won tickets to a show at Canal Room tonight. Oh man, I love to win. Since I don't have anywhere to be early, I get to go to all those early week events that I usually wisely avoid just so I can get my lazy bones up and out easier. And then Wednesday, I've got the extra special plans of getting the gas meter read and my semi-annual checkup at the doctor's! How awesome! Thursday's going to be fairly pesky, in terms of feeling like a zombie on Friday morning, because the DHers are having a Festivus party. My head preemptively hurts already.

All around, things are pretty great right now. I let my nerd out and downloaded Firefox and now I'm in love with an internet browser. I'm asking for gift cards and/or money for Christmas, so I can make up the difference between my little pile of saved pennies and what I need to get that laptop. I had a delayed reaction to actually going off to listen to DFA79 after the show and I'm loving it! More energetic non-emo and slightly sleazy rock, please! If I wanted to dwell on things bugging me, I could consider the present fissure between Farmer and I (too much to get into really. It's always complicated) or the Friday emotional crisis I had where I wondered if all this stuff related to the boy is some sort of sign about him (no, no, no...we're not going there on any level). We're not unpacking those bags because I think it'd be nice to try and have December be like the only month of the year without some sort of romantic/emotional garbage getting me down. More kitty snuggling, less wallowing the dumps.

Measure By Measure, Drop By Drop

Man Man - Tear of Octopus (Adam Sparkles Remix)

I've been trying to figure out for the past 2 days exactly where I got that song from and why it's been unloved and unlistened to all this time. It's exactly the type of stuff I would've been loving all along: Man Man chopped up and gone borderline electro. Thank you, sir, may I have another? It fits the general wackiness of the weekend misadventures lately. It’s all been fun if occasionally borderline absurd.

Last Friday, neighbor-friend Lirio and I were off to Dumbo to do up some open bar action. I’ve resorted back to mostly not thinking much about that neighborhood at all since a) it’s shit inconvenient to get there from where I live b) my only connection to the place was the boy and…yeah. I was actively dreading the chance of running into him since we had to walk right past where he works and the place was about two blocks from his studio, but no dice luckily. The gallery has this sign outside that really pisses me off: New Tribeca. Come again? Dumbo really is bad enough. (“Hey, let’s name our ‘new’ neighborhood after this acronym that’s also a cartoon elephant! Awesome!”) But to then try to rename it after another fake neighborhood name where the new one would just be actively retarded? Oh hell no. Does anyone see any triangles or a Canal St in Dumbo? Yeah, I don’t think so. Stop smoking crack. And then in the gallery, the open bar consisted of vodka and Mountain Dew. Do you know how nasty that is? Plenty disgusting, let me tell you. That didn’t stop us from drinking, erm, 4, but it was really gross. If it wasn’t free and all, we would’ve had a real problem!

From there, we went a block over to this bar to drink hot cider with rum and pal around with the locals. I really like that bar because it looks so sleek and borderline fancy, but really is a cheap neighborhood joint. We watched the bartender literally throw this drunk dude into the street on his ass and got chatted up all over the place by the randoms. I ended up in this absurd debate with a guy from Manchester about who got the worst end of the stick: the working class in Britain or poor black people in America, but I really just wanted to ask him if he was perhaps Jimi Goodwin from Doves having set up shop in Brooklyn. Or at least related. The resemblance was kinda uncanny really.

The next day, I persuaded Alafairnadia to roll with me to this random art show/magazine party in someone’s apartment about 4 blocks from us. I figured it’d be good for a time killer and boy was I right! Everyone in the place was about 19 and most were totally socially retarded. Any slight feeling I’ve ever had of missing college house parties were totally erased by it. There was a makeshift bar in the kitchen with $3 40s or $5 unlimited rum drinks. The “bartender” actually had a measure to make the drinks with and she, by that point, was so trashed that she could barely get the liquid in the damned thing. Not to mention the annoyed looks of romantic rivalry passing through and the total absence of game anywhere. It was like a painful episode of “This Was Your Life.” Such a bad scene. And the “art” sucked.

This Friday was some sort of photo book show in Williamsburg with Lirio. [Oh, look at me, I’m such a hipster! All I do is go to art parties! No, not quite. I’m just a freeloading lush. I don’t know shit about anything except which liquor sponsors mean fun mixed drinks and real(ish) bartenders (and that would be Bacardi. Viva their marketing team!).] The place was a madhouse since everyone had traipsed through the fucking treacherous streets to just get there, so goddammit, we were gonna double fist those drinks if we wanted! All was cool until this aggro bootleg Mr. T asshole went nuclear when Lirio noted that he was practically knocking her over. Major prick. Then we met some randoms and I planted the seeds to bring back some old high school slang.

And then we leave and here’s where it just gets strange. We’re strolling down the main drag and we see this guy and a girl about to cross us carrying a Christmas tree. The guy is Ian Battles and I’m all “hey! You! What’s the deal with the Battles bag?” And he’s looking me like I’m retarded (which is the only way to play that) before he goes, “oh yeah, I met you at the Bowery show.” He blah blahs something about bags soon and I’m all “yeah whatever.” Maybe some time before the apocalypse, guys! So, I turn to the girl and I’m like “you’re [his gf], right? I’m friends with [the boy].” And she’s all “cool!” (The boy and she are friends.) We all stand around and shoot the shit for another minute and then it’s back to walking through the cold. The two of us were off to town to dance and I got home about 4am, scarfed down some leftover BBQ chicken, and was out like a light.

Saturday night was the party I adore so much. I met up with Alafairnadia after retrieving her from a few wrong turns en route. Fun dance night for sure, but I’m really not into the whole “woo! We’re dancing like we’re extras in Animal House to the old soul 45s” thing. Nothing I can actually do about it though. Two of the bands were interesting: this group of dudes that looked like professors who were finally playing their Sonic Youth-inspired songs somewhere besides the faculty lounge and this group with an amazing kick ass bass playing chick that really has inspired one of my new year’s resolutions to be take the fucking bass out the closet already and figure something out. I’ve had that thing since ’97 and I think I know how to play it less and less as the years pass. I almost ripped this girl limb from limb in my first try at the coat check line when she dumped all this fake snow in my hair -- and I'm still picking little hidden pieces out two days later. Grr. But, heaven is splitting a plate of pasta around 4am. The randomness for that night was running into one of the dudes from the Dumbo bar. Small world. For reference, I’m ridiculously vain and flattery really does get you everywhere. Well that and the right frame of mind natch.

Drop In The Ocean

After almost 25 years of snow, we've decided that we like it as long as we don't have to go out and function in it. Pristine, just fallen snow: great. Dog-pissed, slushy, wet icy snow: shit. I'm amazed we didn't either drown or fall in today's journey to work and believe me, it was hard not to. Nothing says awesome like flooded boots in the morning!

So, you know I was pissed when the lady came onto the train doing her "praise Jesus!" shtick. And especially so when she plopped down next to me and started a-chattering with the lady beside her about how Jesus is everywhere. A little old man got on the train somewhere around Wall Street and he looked pretty dismayed that there was nowhere to sit as he shook and could barely hold onto the pole -- incidentally, right in front of that chick, now reading her prayer book and averting her eyes like the rest of us. I looked around as he did, hoping that someone would leave and he could take their spot, feeling kinda blah and lazy and tired, guilt tripping myself because I really hate seeing older people have to suffer around town. So, I got up at Park Place and he took my seat. He smiled at me and I went "eh...whatever" and took his place in front of preaching lady. Still awfully engrossed in the Lord's word. And I got a new seat at Chambers. That's my good deed for the holiday season. We now return to the "bah humbug" already in progress.

This week was a bit amusing overall. I've accepted the truth after so long: yes, I am a self-loathing hipster. I'm not proud obviously (being self-loathing and all), but I can deal with it. After all, what else would I be if C telling me this (new to me) piece of gossip that a certain supernova scenester-type (who may or may not be pictured here) does their wig and glasses shtick to hide the fact that they are a middle-aged sort perving after young idiotic sniffers. I think it's awesome personally. Reason #1 why I don't hang out half as much as I used to: you never know who'll crawl out from under a rock to talk to you. But when you're doing all the bad things, it's a part of the adventure. Natch.

Alafairnadia and I made a pilgrimage to the toy shoppe. I was especially up for it because after not thinking of the boy at all for a while (because of my short-attention span and all), it seemed like everyone was asking about him/us and then I started to wonder about him...and we're not going down that road. He literally is someone that can be better replaced with plastics. Flipping through this lame ass hipster "smut" mag, who did I see in a spread only half-naked (thank my lucky stars) but The DJ! You could've knocked me over with a feather. Especially since for once and for all, he's just not that hot and has the body of a 14-year old. Ugh. Oh, the dark days of former crushes! And then just to amuse myself, I picked up this glass/hard plastic toy and used it for emphasis as I chatted with Alafairnadia. There was this couple skulking around that got redder and redder as I did. "Oh noes! Someone is holding a sex toy in a sex toy shop! Horrors! We'll just have to get that Bend Over Boyfriend online! It's just embarrassing in here!" And they fled. Tsk, tsk.

Musical Notations

The only thing I can think to write about at the moment is that MT says I have no comments because it's smoking crack, but I've got special whitelisting, so less comment approval work for me...yay! Ugh...I'm a fucking internet addicted geek, so let's be random and talk about music instead.

Question: If a Prefuse show happens and I didn't care enough to think about it, does it make a sound?

Man, we're just not feeling the new Tiga. And we were waiting pretty impatiently for that. Boo. It actually might be too 80s. Who would've thought that was a bad thing? But, we like the new song and the flasherrific site.

I'm the bitch of VH1 Soul and VH1 Classics. Songs I've been sorta embarassedly singing along to for the past week or so: Crosby, Stills, & Nash, "Southern Cross"' (yeah, man, I know...) and the hook to "Heard 'Em Say" (even though I hate nasal ass whathisname. He's like sub-Timberfake. The dude gets zero respect). But, if I see "I Should Have Cheated" one more time, I'm gonna lose it. I'm already turning the channel when it comes on. I don't like that chick and her stupid X-Men hair.

We're angry at Bill. All this time and no Jamiroquai post?! Was our bringing him to the concert in vain? Bill hath forsaken us!

Go check out Anthony's Top 50 of '05 in progress. He's smoking that fine vintage crack (Lohan? Crazy Frog? That truly terrible Trina song? Akon = "One of the few popular singers these days with a great voice and a penchant for restraint????" No, no, no, no!) But he's got pictures and it's funny.

An awesome (though that seems like a strange choice of words) article about the people caught up in the Lennon shooting 25 years ago. That should be way more than a Yahoo music blip.

Tech Crap

Just a note: I've updated to MT 3.2, so if things are a bit buggy, let me know. Back to my goofing off, already in progress.

The Management.