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| December 30, 2004
"Get her cell phone number..."
So Joss Whedon may remake Wonder Woman. If you just asked who is Joss, you need to go watch lots more television. Stat. I have a problem, though, with either Charisma (and what were her parents thinking when they named her that?) or Sarah Michelle playing Wonder Woman. WW should not be deathly skinny (as all of Joss's leading ladies end up, it seems). She needs a little junk in the trunk. That lasso of truth needs to hang on something. WW also shouldn't be blonde. No, that would just be wrong. And I think we all know that SMG doesn't make a good brunette. WW needs to have a nice, deep voice. Amazon princesses don't squeak. I think you know where I'm going with this....  p.s. If you know the story behind this post's title, don't tell Glenn I told you. December 29, 2004
Taking Back Sontag
On hearing of the death of Susan Sontag, my first thought was in whose name is Andrew Sullivan going to give dubious awards now? But I've decided to honor her memory in my own special way. I'm watching Xanadu this weekend. Maybe some Busby Berkeley. Any other suggestions? December 28, 2004
An-ti-cip-
When Kyle and I watched the latest video from The Killers the other night, we both commented on the lead singer's adorabilty. If you have iTunes check "Mr. Brightside" out here. Or check out their web site.  Once I got over the initial reaction to the hotness of the lead singer (and the haggardness of the video's antagonist/c-list celeb/brother to America's sweetheart Eric Roberts), I caught something interesting in the lyrics. [See, all those rhetoric and poetry classes really have paid off. Now I can discuss things like enjambment and sound smart when I'm really just a goofy kid in love with music.] I'm not sure if there's a rhetorical term for it, but it involves the expectation of a word to complete the set-up of a rhyme that never comes. One of my favorite examples of this comes from the Xander/Anya duet, "I'll Never Tell" from Buffy The Vampire Slayer's musical episode "Once More, With Feeling": You're the cutest of the scoobiesIt's a handy little way of letting what's unsaid have its say. In "Mr. Brightside," the lyrics go Now I'm falling asleepBravo, cute boy from Las Vegas. Bravo. December 26, 2004
December 23, 2004
Absences
Two years ago, I called it That Sad December Feeling. And this one is harder still. I've lived so long in this state--almost always present. My perfect attendance award is no great reward. At times it's quite a burden. Excerpt from a chat: me: The streets are rather empty. DC is a ghost town this time of year.I've said goodbye to a number of friends this year. They've moved to new opportunities, to new cities, to new lives that I know less and less about. I've just said goodbye to one today, and I can't wait to hear of his success. Already, I can count three more I'll probably be saying goodbye to in the very near future. I'm a creature of habit. A slave to the rhythm. There is pleasure in repetition. The comfort that comes from the sun rising each day and setting each night. Change is hard, but necessary. A few days ago, I had to say my last goodbye to the first person I ever loved. But I didn't say goodbye to the love. December 21, 2004
What My iTunes Says about Me
I like to listen to music all day. In fact, I don't think I can work in silence. Don't tell, but I've even been known to shut my office door and dance a little. The blonde lawyer lady in the building across the way has caught me. I'll deny it, though, if we happen to meet on the street one day. I'll tell her she must have been seeing things. Like all lady lawyers do.  The top ten most played songs on my iTunes say a lot about me. Well, actually, just the tenth one. 1. "I Believe In You" Kylie Minogue 2. "Dead Disco (Kylie Kills Mix)" Metric 3. "Lady Di, Why Did You Have To Die?" Cosmetique 4. "Filthy Gorgeous (ATOC vs Superbuddha Remix)" Scissor Sisters 5. "Wonderful People" Q And Not U 6. "Folder" Plastic Operator 7. "Cish Cash (Featuring Siouxsie Sioux)" Basement Jaxx 8. "Finest Hour" Duran Duran 9. "You Are The Generation Who Bought More Shoes And You Deserve What You Get" Johnny Boy 10. "Gay Boy" Futon December 20, 2004
"There are children here somewhere. I can smell them."
On the train this morning, as I thumbed through the Express, a news photo reminded me of one of my great fears from childhood.  I really don't think looking like the Child Catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang is a good defense strategy for an accused child molester. On an unrelated note... do you think it was hard for him to catch a cab home? So, this has been a week I never hope to repeat. I suppose I can just say this--I share lots of personal things here, but I'm not going to get into a lot of what I'm going through right now. One thing I've learned, though, is that my friends fucking rock. Beyond belief. December 13, 2004
And that's when a man's head poked out of the closet....
So, this weekend some wiseacre sent me this message: I wanted to give your blog a little something in honor of its anniversary, so might I suggest this update of your famous logo to reflect the evolving nature of your personal tastes?  Thanks, Jerry, Thanks!. Speaking of Lindsay Lohan, did you see her Entertainment Weekly cover? I love how she's trying to change her image and not seem so slutty by posing in only her pantyhose. I thought the control tops were a nice touch, really. [Heh heh, "control" "tops"] I first saw the cover Friday night after work. I was blasting some wonderful tunes on the iPod. I walk into the condo building, grab the mail, and stare at Ms. Lohan's legs the whole way to our front door. The song building to crescendo in my ears is "Call on Me," and I, of course, feel the urge to recreate the video and its hot and semi-not-safe-for-work parody with a few pelvic thrusts. So I bound down the hallway dancing and singing and moving to the groovin', and I get to the bedroom door. I look in and see a certain cute boy (whose birthday is today) sitting on the bed and smiling. So I turn up the pelvic thrusts a notch or two. Then I notice Glenn's looking towards the closet, so I look over that way. And that's when a man's head poked out of the closet. "Oh, and this is Chris," Glenn says. I think I was still frozen in mid-thrust here. I turned a lovely shade of crimson. Now, before you get the wrong idea, the man in the closet was fully clothed. Thankfully this means I didn't have to chose whether to go the porno route and keep the pelvic thrusts going or take the Springer route and grab a frying pan from the kitchen as I chase them both around the house screaming "Oh hell no, motherf*%er. You best hope I don't catch your skinny little ass." It turns out that, unbeknownst to me, Glenn decided to get an estimate on getting our closets redone. And unbeknownst to him, I would come home bursting out with a Lindsay Lohan-fueled bacchanalia set to a Steve Winwood bassline. But maybe it was beknownst to him since I sort of do it everyday. And, really, isn't that the best birthday present of all? December 12, 2004
Blownoff
 Do I have to link to everyone? Oh my. Kyle, John, Jimbo, Michael, David, Brian, and a whole mess of other homos were at Blowoff last night. Kyle's posted pics, and they're far more interesting than anything I could say. Especially if you want to see my gut. Oh, also, there's something really cool about hearing a remix of a song that I love and then looking over and seeing the artist. December 10, 2004
The Sun'll Come Out
Tomorrow, Cher pops into town to say goodbye again. I'm holding a vigil at Sonny Bono Park just in case. Tomorrow, it will have been two years since I first started this p.o.s. Jeez, what a blowhard! I love ya, tomorrow!
Queens of the Indies
At some point this week, I found myself at the Cricklewood Massive's iPod Jukebox. I hadn't had the time to set up a playlist, but I did get to enjoy a few sets from some kickass kids. It's always a pleasure to see Brian, Michael, and Bob, and it was very cool to meet some new people. Oh yeah, and someone saw fit to mock me for liking Bright Eyes. I went home and cried before he played the good shit apparently. Once during the night, I felt a cringe of "alter than thou"... that moment when you mention something obscure and realize you're just trying to flex your indie muscles. I mean, I wasn't really expecting anyone to have heard of Casiotone for the Painfully Alone's "Toby Take a Bow." But it is a fun song. The first twenty times. At another point during the night, I felt a cringe of "older than thou." That would be when I mentioned how much the Kylie-Scissor Sisters collaboration "I Believe in You" (link courtesy of musicvideoz) reminded me of OMD's "(Forever) Live and Die." Crickets. OMD? Orchestral Maneuvers in the Dark? Crickets. Oh, wait, I was in 7th grade and you all were just learning to crawl, that's right. Hopefully next time there's an mp3j night, I can participate. The idea really appeals to me. Like mp3blogs, it's a way to get exposed to some really cool and different music. And speaking of cool music, I have to say this upcoming event has a wonderful name. December 09, 2004
Tickle Me and I Cry
The other night, I was heading home on the Metro from a trip to the 'burbs. At the Silver Spring stop, two people got on and sat in the seats catty-corner to me. Now I'm not one to eavesdrop (much) but he was rather cute (and a swimmer if one was to believe his Washington U. shirt) and my ipod was dead, so I listened in. He said very little. She wouldn't shut up. She was talking about the WTO and the IMF and other manifestations of the man. (Aside: I learned the other day that if you have lunch near the World Bank, you get all the opportunities to make fun of bad European fashion [ahem, Germans] without having to deal with passports and time travel.) So she's going on and on about corporate greed and Naomi Klein and acting like every piece of clothing she ever wore was American Apparel (which is not to say that I don't support most of that stuff, but sometimes people need to be less earnest and more honest about it) and then she starts talking about some other silly nonsense and says, "He had one of those tickle-me Emo dolls." Cute swimmer corrected her, "You mean Elmo?" (Elmo, by the way, spoke at my graduation). I love the idea of a tickle-me emo doll, though. You could pull a string and he would sing an entire album about how his girlfriend broke his heart. Sesame Workshop, are you thinking what I'm thinking?  (p.s. Judging from the volume of parentheses and brackets in this post, it seems to have been broughten to you by the letters A, D, and D. I think Felicity Huffman stole my adderall again) December 08, 2004
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December 02, 2004
To whom it concerns, Darlene's work will be late...
Someone has two mommies. I have horrible gaydar when it comes to women. I'm not shocked when one of them comes out, but I don't usually pick up on it before. I wonder why that is... December 01, 2004
Hey, Lindsay, You Say You Wanna Lose Control!
I got a late night IM from the other coolest family member pointing me to the now infamous (or defamous?) Lohan bluntsgiving pics. Then I get this tidbit from Ben by way of John (those Beaverhausen boys are always in touch). An upset Lindsay Lohan reportedly stormed out of the wrap party for her own upcoming film, "Herbie: Fully Loaded." A source told Star magazine that producers had compiled a tape of outtakes, including some of Lindsay flubbing her lines, to show at the party for laughs. But Lohan didn't think it was funny and left, only to return about an hour later to cause a scene. "She was yelling and throwing her arms around," said the source.Then I find out her dad got arrested again! Poor Linds. At least she's got some good friends to take care of her. p.s. confidential to teenmusic.com, I think having a headline that reads "Duff Slams Lohan Song Rumours" is just mean. I was hoping that Hillary was going to trash the LL song "Rumors" (that I may or may not have danced around in my underwear to this morning). Instead it's some stupid anti-catfight piece. Who wants that? |
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