WTF was up with Bruce Willis and P. Diddy at the VMA's last night? I thought P. Diddy and Ashton Kutcher were, like, totally BFF! I tried to find a picture online, but couldn't. I only watched for about 5 minutes last night, which was long enough to catch some rappers that i am not cool enough to know the name of performing some song where everybody in the crowd went hog wild and there was Mr. Die Hard rocking out with Puffy. It was surreal.
I love Kevin Smith, but this has v.v.BAD written all over it: Smith clocks in 'Clerks' sequel
I like to redesign my site every season, and fall is fast approaching. I usually start with a color pallette and move from there. Any suggestions?
World Officials Ask Hamm to Give Up Gold
fuckers. deal with your own fucking mess.
The State of California has organized an enormous garage sale to get rid of their surplus goods. Staying a step ahead of other states, the garage sale spans the digital divide and is up on eBay as well.
Among the prize items up for auction: 30 Pounds of Scissors, + or - 660 Scissors
Be sure to check out all the items for sale, as well as California's feedback rating. And of course, buyers from California must pay a 7.75% tax (surcharge) on all sales. Isn't that double dipping?
child pimp & ho costumes
file under: things that shouldn't be funny, but are, and should never have really even seen the light of day, what the hell were they thinking?
sarah and i came up with the insanely hilarious concept of W.W.S.D. (What Would Satan Drive?) today. She thinks he would drive the above monster truck, just for the irony.
I got a phonecall from EA Games. I applied to them before I graduated when I was still looking for a job because they are opening a new studio in Chicago. It was just on a whim, I figured they would never call me, but what the hell... it was just fun to try.
And then they called me today. I would never leave my current job, because it rocks, and I would much rather work in web design than in software design. I've done software design, and realized it was just a major pain in my ass. And I've worked for a company that had a lot of industry recognition, which just left me with a haunting feeling every day that I was intellectually inferior by my coworkers, was a fake, and they would find out I didn't belong there. That was just way too stressful of an environment for me.
Regardless, I am still flattered that they called me. It makes me feel special.
So far, every day this week I have had Olympic results spoiled for me. Spending the majority of the day on the internet, I inevitably end up on some news page or portal which screams "Phelps Wins Gold!", or "Hamm Wins Gold!". Brianne watched a news clip in which they went around and interviewed people, asking them if they would like to hear Olympic results as they happen, or watch them on TV time-delayed. 100% of people would like to watch the events live. With the exception of NBC, who has a vested interest in keeping the results quiet, everyone else just wants to go and blab their fat mouth. So just shut the hell up. You are taking all of the fun out of the games.
No, don't blink. You read that right. Coffins.
Finally, my $45 / year membership pays off. I have to go and see this.
Brianne and I went to go see Modest Mouse and Death Cab for Cutie at the Q101 Block Party after much debate between the suck factor of it being sponsored by Q101 and finally getting a chance to see Modest Mouse, even if their new album is dwarfed by the greatness of their previous albums.
With our luck, we get down there and it is totally sold out. But it is outdoors, so we figure we will just sit outside and listen. There is a squirelly guy on the inside of the fence, talking to all us ticketless losers outside. He keeps giving tickets to people, but doesn't look like he is taking money in return. We watch him like hawks and find out he is a Budweiser rep, and is giving tickets to people who tout the smoothness of Bud Light, the sponsor of the show. We go up to him and tell him that Bud Light fucking rocks so much, we bathe in it, and it makes your hair shiny. And we get tickets. Another case of viral marketing at work, because here I am posting the greatness of Bud Light.
Modest Mouse sounds great live, and played a pretty decent show, although I would have liked to have heard more from the Moon and Antarctica. We were surrounded by total tools, one of which actually screamed "Play the radio song!" Then the girls behind us started playing Truth or Dare. For the love of god. So we moved out to the back and just sat on the grass by the food stands and enjoyed the music from there.
Last time I go to a Q101 event, that's for sure.
Bean & I went to the Curiosa Festival yesterday which, with the weather being as unseasonable as it has been, really attests to my respect for the Cure. I want to get that off the bat right now.
It took 2 hours to drive from Roscoe Village to the Tweeter Center. rock. We're cold, and damp, and have to walk all the way back to the car after arriving at the gate because "umbrellas and other missle like objects" are not allowed inside the Tweeter Center. damn. In between bands, you can text message your own personal shout out to the big ass mega screens throughout the theatre. We text "$9 Coronas suck my ass". And then wonder why it is never shown.
Interpol rocked so hard my head fell off. Easily one of the best live bands I have ever seen EVER. But we got robbed and they only played a quick 8 song set, no encore. So anticlimactic.
The Cure finally takes the stage in a weird spectacle of pink and purple and glittery weird christmas lights, prompting Bean to say "The stage looks like a Barbie".
Let me preface what I am about to say by saying this. I really like the Cure. At one point or another in my life I have owned all their albums either on CD or cassette (!). They have never really made a bad song ("Wrong Number" excepted). But they spent the first half of their set playing highly mediocre songs. I was cold and cranky, and Robert Smith looked very old and bloated. Then they did a wam bam of "Lovesong", "Catch", "Just Like Heaven", and "Pictures of You". And had at least 3 songs left after that.
So we left. We heard all the songs we wanted to hear, knowing the chances that they would play "A Forest" or "Killing an Arab" were slim, and decided to beat the traffic home. In the car, we both secretly felt that Interpol earned our $15 much more than the Cure did.
from sean bonner: Photostamps - vanity run amok
animals on the underground is so super cool and is my new desktop. rock.
from Erika who got it from majorityreportradio, Bush having a nervous breakdown. Listen and you can hear the cackling.
Which reminds me of.....
Memorable Quotes from Billy Madison (1995)
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Principal: Mr. Madison, what you've just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul.
Vote John Kerry... hearthrob! Hip T-shirts & gear - at cafepress.com
Campaigning has never so resembled a sorority car wash
- Go see Garden State. Everything about this movie makes me want to own it and watch it 3 zillion times a day. And I haven't even seen it yet. Maybe it is the fact that it has gotten rave reviews. Or maybe because the soundtrack rocks. Or maybe because Zach Braff is SO my new boyfriend
- Go to Curiosa Festival. If you didn't get your tickets for $15 + no service charge last week, you are bummed. I am going to be let down when I finally see Interpol and they don't look like total vampires.
- Go see Modest Mouse (yay!) at the Q101 Block Party (boo!) I hate the idea of block parties almost as much as I hate Q101, but you just can't go wrong seeing Modest Mouse and Death Cab for Cutie for the low low price of $10
- Go to the comic book convention thingee. Sarah has a booth there, so you should support consumerism and buy all her stuff.
I don't care what you are doing right now, you need to drop everything and get yourself to the nearest Toys R Us.
Gregg let us know yesterday about the TVGames at Toys R Us, so Sarah and I headed over there on our lunch break. He had bought the Atari Classics version, which we were totally planning on buying until we saw the super awesome Ms. Pac-Man version.
It totally rocks and you can take it everywhere. All you need is 4 AA batteries and an RCA cable jack in your TV. I took it over to Bean's last night, and she decided that if they ever came out with a Clissic Nintendo one (All the Mario Brothers + Dr. Mario), she would spend $100 for it. I would never leave the house. Or figure a way to surgically attach a TV to me.
I moved into new digs yesterday, so expect light posting. Not only do I have 4 years of junk to sort through, but I am without internet access until the 10th.
So this is what death feels like.
However, after that expect me to post a crapload of pictures, including such classic highlights as:
1. Brianne and Patrick get a bulldog
2. Lauren gets an iBook
3. Lauren gets a new house
yay!