I was looking up George Michael pictures for today's column. (I swear that's the reason!) This one didn't fit with the theme, but I had to share with someone.
As you no doubt recall, the other day I posted a video of two girls breaking a beloved Star Wars figure, all on the "charge" that one of them had a fiance who wouldn't give her an engagement ring.
I did not get the response I was looking for.
However, Koz sent me the follow-up video, and I now realize that the truth is much much worse.
I hate everyone involved in this whole situation, and I hope many of them find their way to Alderaan, if you get my meaning:
I told you earlier about Paste Magazine, that Koz got for me. Along with every issue is a CD full of songs from up-and-coming artists. One was Sia singing "Academia." I'd actually hear of her. Her full name is Sia Furler, and I've been following her for awhile. Some readers have tried to get me into Zero 7, a group Sia has sung for.
Anyway, "Academia" is a nifty little song, and may make you want to check her out more. She sounds a little bit like a cross between Sarah Slean and the lead singer from Six-Pence None the Richer. And, since the lyrics come fast and furious, I have them copied below for you to follow along. Enjoy.
You can be my alphabet and I will be your calculator And together we'll work out on the escalator I will time you as you run up the down And you’ll measure my footsteps as I blow through this town
The mean of our heights is divided by the nights Which is times’d by the daggers and the route of all our fights The pass of your poem is to swathe me in your knowing And the beauty of the word is that you don’t have to show it
Oh Academia You can’t pick me up Soothe me with your words when I need your love
I am a dash and you are a dot When will you see that I am all that you’ve got I’m a binary code that you cracked long ago But to you I’m just a novel that you wish you’d never wrote
I’m greater than x and lesser than y So why is it that I still can’t catch your eye You’re a cryptic crossword A song I’ve never heard While I sit here drawing circles I’m afraid of being hurt
Oh Academia You can’t pick me up Soothe me with your words when I need your love
You’re a difficult equation with a knack for heart evasion Will you listen to my proof or will you add another page on It appears to me the graph has come and stolen all the laughs It appears to me the pen has over analysed again
And if I am a number I’m infinity plus one And if you are five words you are afraid to be the one And if you are a number you’re infinity plus one And if I am four words then I am needing of your love
Oh Academia You can’t pick me up Soothe me with your words when I need your love
When I was making today's ranking Supporting the Women's Movement, I ran into a couple of pictures that did not fit, but were great and I wanted to share.
I don't know what this is about.
This one is cool because you can't tell which way she's facing.
B) A satire of what the the far Right supposedly thinks Obama represents?
C) A satire of the Far Left, for thinking the far Right can be reduced to simplistic notions of what Obama represents.
D) A satire against people who read The New Yorker (and their ilk), pointing out their hypocrisy, since there have been repeated jabs against right-wing politicians (including the sitting president), with the outcry we see now.
2. Candles come in all sorts of strange flavors these days. But if Hot Wicks has their way, soon you'll be smelling dryer sheet candles, beer candles, grass candles, pigskin candles, and stripper pole candles. I only wish I were kidding.
3. From the "I swear I stumbled upon it accidentally" department, have you ever seen Gay Christian Horse Porn (with cartoon illustrations)??? Me, neither. Not really unsafe for work, but do you want to be caught looking at it, even briefly? (You're curious now; admit it.)
Koz got me this magazine called "Paste." Every month it comes with a CD of (I'm guessing) up and coming artists. One of them that struck my fancy tonight was "California Girls" by Magnetic Fields. Sort of the opposite of the Beach Boys' take.
The music may sound scratchy, as if someone recorded the band live on a cell phone, but that's how it sounds on the CD too. I can only assume this is on purpose. (I'm too busy to do so myself, but if you like the sound, read up on them on Wikipedia.)
Anyway, when I heard the lyric, "I hate California Girls," I knew I had to dedicate this to Schrodinger.
That's right. I went there. I don't know if I have used that word (in a negative way, at least) EVER, but I'm making an exception.
Koz sent me this video, and, mood that I'm in, I watched the entire thing. I'm not ashamed to say I cried.
Ladies, you know I've been your biggest supporter (literally) for a long time, but tell me how you justify this behavior. Tell me why I'm standing up for you, sticking my neck out with my ardent feminism, fighting the good fight against abuse, and not generally thinking all women are gold diggers.
I heard a little bit about a band starting, a band that was being steered towards me by that freaking lifesave Hyperion. This is the last time that I allow him to use the I save your life card upon me.
So, here I am, sitting in a hotel in San Diego, having to beg off of the New Kids on the Block reunion tour, which is not making me the biggest supporter where my wife is concerned and having to get on a commuter plane through Minnesota and then onto Providence. Thanks Hype, paying for 1st class is too much for you?? Anyway, Lindbergh Airport is nice, though not as nice as my cushy bed.
Dragon is a menace, probably still hopped up on speed or artificial sugar, pick your poison. And if I have to deal with that sexed up drama queen that is Koz for longer than a few weeks, I may have to tear what is remaining of my hair out.
But, there is the music. This little band was something special, even if it was on the bar circuit. They had a talent, as long as they did not play that Butterfly Cover, they were special, which is why I am flying coach out of San Diego.
yesterday was International Pizza Day. Actually, you can celebrate this all week and be cool. I myself had a Three-Meats Totino's Pizza, baked on a cookie sheet (because I like it a little bit chewy).
Today is International Eat Something New Day. I'm contemplating ordering the new Island Fire Burger from Sonic. If not that, any suggestions?
Tomorrow is International Razor Burn Day. (I do have to shave, but maybe I can just cut myself a little.)
Friday, alongside Independence Day, is also International DUDE Day. I'm fairly sure you must watch THE BIG LEBOWSKI, at least for a few minutes.
Saturday is International Don't Drink Pee Day. You know, if you were planning on it, don't.
And the week rounds out with Sunday's International Blogocile Day. (Combination of Blog and Imbecile, and more than that you'll have to read Wordnerd's explanation.)
I saw WANTED Monday night (review coming later today). Before the movie were some pretty cool previews. Here were a few of them.
THE MUMMY 3: TOMB OF THE DRAGON EMPEROR - I think I've already showcased this one, although they had a new trailer (which you can see here). Jet Li might make it a neat movie, but I have to ask: was anyone clamoring for more Mummy?
X-FILES: I WANT TO BELIEVE
Thoughts - Talk about nobody clamoring. David Duchovny has a new hit series on Showtime, so is Gillian Anderson that hard up for money? For that matter, why can't she make it in movies?
MIRACLE AT ST. ANNA
thoughts - I can't think of a single area where Spike Lee and I see eye to eye, but most of the time he makes great movies. MIRACLE will either rock hard-core, or absolutely suck. The trailer sure looks promising, though.
DEATH RACE
Thoughts - A remake of the old Death Race 2000 classic. That's Joan Allen as the bad guy, and Al Swearengen makes an appearance! This could rock.