Ch-Ch-Changes.
So they may be little, but they are significant. As you may have noticed, I’ve figured out how to add pictures to the blog. Though it is difficult for me to do so from work since I don’t have an FTP program, but I’ll do my best to steal images from the web and work from home to make this site a little more visually pleasing.
There is also the added option to post your own opinion on this page. I’m sure it will open the flood gates for gay jokes from Paul, but it should make this blog a bit more exciting. So if you don’t agree with me or you want to comment on my general awesomeness, all you have to do is click on the Comment option at the bottom of each post and fill out the link.
Whoa, Now I’m Confused.
How many plot lines does it take to complete an episode of the O.C.? After last nights barrage of twists and turns, I was left drooling uncontrollably on my couch. First of all can we run down how stupid Seth and Summer have become? Where is Anna? I want my Anna back. Summer could use a donkey punch or two. What does Cohen see in this girl besides a pair of tits? And trust me; tits can only get you so far. Wait, calm down, it’s just a TV show.
Can we take bets on what method of suicide Marissa will attempt next? After the bombshell that rocked her world last night, she is sure to try something drastic. Next weeks previews showed her running to Chino for help. What the fuck is up with that? She would never do that. She is such a dunce. Donkey punches for everyone!
O.C. Order In.
Despite the lack of promotion, the O.C. hang turned in some big numbers. It started off slowly, but by show time 186’s living room had Kyle, Builder, D, Miriam, Oveis, Karen, Dan, Sivan, Mikey and Stevo crammed into it. It was great that all these kids knew it was a new episode and that they should stop by. We put a gigantic order into Tiny’s and despite their tardiness; everyone was full and happy by the end of the show. Stevo, Builder and I hung out for awhile after everyone trickled out. I was all set to crash out by 12am, but a tape of the Sopranos caught my attention and kept me up till 3am. Now I’m paying for it.
It’s funny how a lack of funds can turn you into a TV whore. Speaking of TV whores tonight is the first day of the Sweet 16. What are we doing for the games?
Lot Of Action. Double Down.
The Beatles at Shea. Hammer playing for Oakland. The famous Disco Sucks scene in Chicago. These are just a few of the links that rock has had to the baseball diamond. Check them all out here. Enjoy this one Yaps!
The Strokes and Franz Ferdinand are the latest to throw their hats in the boycott of MTV Europe due to the reduced royalty fees. Let's bring MTV to their knees!
This could get ugly. And this almost got scary. Last year it was Jeter... and this year? Whew, it was just a false alarm.
If you didn't already know, Snoop Dogg is the fucking man. He sits down with Spin to tell us which of his co-stars is whiter and why the hell he loves AOL so much. This guy is hilarious. I want him to be my brother.
Do you hear that? Seriously, what is all that noise? Oh, wait never mind, its just the sound of the devil fucking Ray Charles in the ass. How does it feel Ray? You are off the artistic payroll.
Cami! I didn't know that your boss is running from the law.
Finally, an interesting column from Filter, but it does pertain to Hip Hop. Chza is lying out is a basic skeleton for all genres of music that have been rapidly commoditized since there conception. Reproducing the urgency and necessity of the originals is nearly impossible and even a rebirth of any genre can only get so far. When something "new" and exciting is created, it is more often than not wrapped around a rebellion or a set of circumstances that induces a public struggle. We can't expect artists who spend hours in studios and afternoons in their 3 bedroom apartments to reproduce the struggle of the forefathers anymore than some artist like Nelly or John Mayer who are in it for the scratch.
Damon Albarn fans, look away. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Your daily dose of Libertines news: The Libertines are slated to launch a new London club night that sounds like a good time. Are there any English readers who can find me a flat for $100 a week? Or free. Free is awesome.
Ronnie, how could you hurt us like this?
The notion of "Cult Classics" gets a modern makeover. Film fiends who were once turned off by the genre are now changing it to mean something entirely different. Basically this link is for Leah.
I bet Morrissey secretly loves In and Out Burger. It's probably a serious vice that only a few of his dearest friends know about. In public he is all Meat is Murder!
And I thought Rush was a bunch of pussies. Guess I was wrong.
Richard Simmons gets cited with assault charges for bitch slapping some guy in the Phoenix airport. Can you imagine seeing that pile of man love slapping some dude? It's enough to get Paul off.
Jay likes to dance. Bring it on.
The Hold Steady get a solid review from Pitchfork. Did I mention that when we saw them live at their Mercury Release show, they had a saxophonist with them who reminded me of Rob Lowe from St. Elmo's Fire? Yeah, its that cool.
Today's Ipod mix includes: The Jam, 'A' Bomb on Wardour Street; The Jam, News of the World; Television Personalities, Family Affair; Stephen Malkmus, Church and White; Velvet Underground, What Goes On; Primal Scream, Jailbird.
So they may be little, but they are significant. As you may have noticed, I’ve figured out how to add pictures to the blog. Though it is difficult for me to do so from work since I don’t have an FTP program, but I’ll do my best to steal images from the web and work from home to make this site a little more visually pleasing.
There is also the added option to post your own opinion on this page. I’m sure it will open the flood gates for gay jokes from Paul, but it should make this blog a bit more exciting. So if you don’t agree with me or you want to comment on my general awesomeness, all you have to do is click on the Comment option at the bottom of each post and fill out the link.
Whoa, Now I’m Confused.
How many plot lines does it take to complete an episode of the O.C.? After last nights barrage of twists and turns, I was left drooling uncontrollably on my couch. First of all can we run down how stupid Seth and Summer have become? Where is Anna? I want my Anna back. Summer could use a donkey punch or two. What does Cohen see in this girl besides a pair of tits? And trust me; tits can only get you so far. Wait, calm down, it’s just a TV show.
Can we take bets on what method of suicide Marissa will attempt next? After the bombshell that rocked her world last night, she is sure to try something drastic. Next weeks previews showed her running to Chino for help. What the fuck is up with that? She would never do that. She is such a dunce. Donkey punches for everyone!
O.C. Order In.
Despite the lack of promotion, the O.C. hang turned in some big numbers. It started off slowly, but by show time 186’s living room had Kyle, Builder, D, Miriam, Oveis, Karen, Dan, Sivan, Mikey and Stevo crammed into it. It was great that all these kids knew it was a new episode and that they should stop by. We put a gigantic order into Tiny’s and despite their tardiness; everyone was full and happy by the end of the show. Stevo, Builder and I hung out for awhile after everyone trickled out. I was all set to crash out by 12am, but a tape of the Sopranos caught my attention and kept me up till 3am. Now I’m paying for it.
It’s funny how a lack of funds can turn you into a TV whore. Speaking of TV whores tonight is the first day of the Sweet 16. What are we doing for the games?
Lot Of Action. Double Down.
The Beatles at Shea. Hammer playing for Oakland. The famous Disco Sucks scene in Chicago. These are just a few of the links that rock has had to the baseball diamond. Check them all out here. Enjoy this one Yaps!
The Strokes and Franz Ferdinand are the latest to throw their hats in the boycott of MTV Europe due to the reduced royalty fees. Let's bring MTV to their knees!
This could get ugly. And this almost got scary. Last year it was Jeter... and this year? Whew, it was just a false alarm.
If you didn't already know, Snoop Dogg is the fucking man. He sits down with Spin to tell us which of his co-stars is whiter and why the hell he loves AOL so much. This guy is hilarious. I want him to be my brother.
Do you hear that? Seriously, what is all that noise? Oh, wait never mind, its just the sound of the devil fucking Ray Charles in the ass. How does it feel Ray? You are off the artistic payroll.
Cami! I didn't know that your boss is running from the law.
Finally, an interesting column from Filter, but it does pertain to Hip Hop. Chza is lying out is a basic skeleton for all genres of music that have been rapidly commoditized since there conception. Reproducing the urgency and necessity of the originals is nearly impossible and even a rebirth of any genre can only get so far. When something "new" and exciting is created, it is more often than not wrapped around a rebellion or a set of circumstances that induces a public struggle. We can't expect artists who spend hours in studios and afternoons in their 3 bedroom apartments to reproduce the struggle of the forefathers anymore than some artist like Nelly or John Mayer who are in it for the scratch.
Damon Albarn fans, look away. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Your daily dose of Libertines news: The Libertines are slated to launch a new London club night that sounds like a good time. Are there any English readers who can find me a flat for $100 a week? Or free. Free is awesome.
Ronnie, how could you hurt us like this?
The notion of "Cult Classics" gets a modern makeover. Film fiends who were once turned off by the genre are now changing it to mean something entirely different. Basically this link is for Leah.
I bet Morrissey secretly loves In and Out Burger. It's probably a serious vice that only a few of his dearest friends know about. In public he is all Meat is Murder!
And I thought Rush was a bunch of pussies. Guess I was wrong.
Richard Simmons gets cited with assault charges for bitch slapping some guy in the Phoenix airport. Can you imagine seeing that pile of man love slapping some dude? It's enough to get Paul off.
Jay likes to dance. Bring it on.
The Hold Steady get a solid review from Pitchfork. Did I mention that when we saw them live at their Mercury Release show, they had a saxophonist with them who reminded me of Rob Lowe from St. Elmo's Fire? Yeah, its that cool.
Today's Ipod mix includes: The Jam, 'A' Bomb on Wardour Street; The Jam, News of the World; Television Personalities, Family Affair; Stephen Malkmus, Church and White; Velvet Underground, What Goes On; Primal Scream, Jailbird.
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