From Facebook: EELS leader Mark Oliver Everett, aka E, reflects on Michael Jackson's artistic legacy at AOL Music today. Furthermore, E tells EELStheband.com: "Michael Jackson was the King of Pop, Bruce Springsteen is The Boss, and I could not be The Assistant Night Manager of Rock without them."
Which brings us to...
Frank Sinatra: Chairman of the Board
David Bowie: the Thin White Duke
Prince
Queen
Run DMC: Kings of Queens
Madonna: often referred to as "Her Madgesty"
TMBG: Brooklyn's Ambassadors of Love
And furthermore...
Fergie (of the Black Eyed Peas (or Kids Inc.)) calls herself The Duchess.
Lady Gaga
King Missile
Kings of Convenience
Queensryche
What say you?
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I'll say "what a year!" and leave it at that.
Wait... no. I want to leave it with this:
Ted Striker: Mayday! Mayday!
Steve McCroskey: What the heck is that?
Johnny: Why, that's the Russian New Year. We can have a parade and serve hot hors d'oeuvres...
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So I'm commuting on the N this morning, looking out the window while going over the Manhattan Bridge, like you do... when I noticed something on the right bottom corner of the window.
Three drips. On the inside. Red.
Using my brilliant detective skills (gleaned from Bobby Goren and Veronica Mars), I determine that that this could not be blood because it would be brown not red. Right? Right?!
Plus it looked sticky; stickier than blood. And it didn't taste like a penny...
Oh shush, I didn't really taste it. :P
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I'm appalled right now. I'm disgusted.
It was sad to hear that singer Rhianna was beaten by her boyfriend Chris Brown. It was worse to see that the NY Fucking Post plastered the police photos of her severely battered face all over their front page today.
Then, while waiting for an interminable amount at the doctor's office, I overhear some guy discover that Chris Brown beat Rhianna because she gave him herpes. This asshole went on to say that she deserved it, if it had happened to him she'd look worse, and that Chris Brown went easy on her. Because, you know, herpes is forever and how dare she.
He wasn't kidding.
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I'd say "you heard it here first," but chances are you read all this over on Facebook. (Or I've told you some of this before).
1. My elbows are double-jointed.
2. I spent just about a year convinced I looked like a man.
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I didn't forget what 8 was for.
But 10 was for everything.
Shut up, Gordon Gano. Shut it!
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While reading a list of bands attending SXSW:
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) tacologic: there's a band called tokyo sex destruction... of course they are from spain
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In case you hadn't heard, it's snowing in NYC...
Obscenities and violence so wear your headphones should you be watching at work, you slacker.Before there was South Park and Orgazmo, there was Alferd Packer: The Musical aka Cannibal: The Musical.
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Last night laughingirl and I had one of our Double Features: Center Stage and Center Stage: Turn It Up. Yes, they made a sequel to Center Stage. I saw the first movie at a free screening in college and the whole crowd laughed hysterically. (Not just because the character "Cooper Nielsen" was the combined name of two of our dining halls.) It's a bad movie... highly entertaining (to some of us), but bad. So when Lisa and I heard that there was to be a straight-to-Oxygen sequel, we knew we had to watch.
Oh but we shouldn't have... Yes, we filled our obligation to Ethan Stifel and Peter Gallagher. Yes, we sated our curiosity. No, you should never, ever watch this movie. Center Stage: Turn it Up takes all the worst qualities of the first and then combines it with parts of teen dance movies Step Up and Save the Last Dance and You Got Served and Dirty Dancing. I can't even describe to you how bad it was... It makes the original look like a good movie.
So instead, feast your eyes upon the greatness that is "Cooper Nielsen's" (actually choreographed by Christopher Wheeldon who does ballets for NYCB and doesn't actually suck this much) ballet:
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It's like "suntanned" only different.
And also, repeat after me: "Leggings are not pants. Leggings are not pants." She's got her own "clothing" line, you know.
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Maybe you brilliant people can help me out...
I'm trying to remember where this story comes from. I've checked episode lists for The Twilight Zone, Outer Limits, and Amazing Stories to no avail.
The concept I remember is that there's someone (can't remember male or female) who is able to stop time and by doing so reveals that there are movers (the image of men dressed in/painted blue) who move our objects in between seconds. These movers account for why you can't find something that you just had in your hand a minute prior.
Any ideas?
Edited to add: Thanks kennfusion! I missed the The New Twilight Zone...
And also, here it is on YouTube. The guy has it in three parts:
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The mouse could be alive. It also could be dead.
More importantly I did not hear it in my room last night. (Which also means I slept through the night.) Perhaps Danny and I chased it into it's space below the floor and sealed it in. Perhaps it ate some of the poison we threw down there.
I did buy the equivalent of a mouse electric chair yesterday. Seems a little sadistic, but the theory being it will crawl in, get shocked, and then I can dispose of it easily in the trash outside without really having to see it. Better for me than snap or glue traps.
So despite its absence last night, I do not think it's gone until I see that little blinking light say "dead." Constant Vigilance!
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When I got home last night, with tehdawgfather in tow for backup, I found that the glue trap I left near the hole had been inhabited and then uninhabited. Seems like the little critter is strong enough to pull itself off. We trotted across the street for rat/mouse poison, steel wool, and duct tape. I headed home and began sealing the hole and cleaning my room.
I was watching some tv-on-the-computer, trying to relax... the show ended, it was silent, and then I heard it. The scratching noise in the closet. I started pulling all of my shoes out of the closet and then, across the back, I saw the little bastard dart. I called Danny back.
Wait? The mouse is in the closet?! But I plugged up the hole! Once we managed to scare it out from behind my bed/night-table it ran for its exit only to find it blocked. It raced back under the bed so the plan was to reopen the hole, scare it down there, and seal it back up. Using a combination of broom and hockey stick we scared it out, however it ran past its hole (clearly not noticing it was open) and behind the dresser... then behind the computer desk. In our efforts to scare it back towards the hole it darted out through my double doors and into the living room.
Danny chased it in there while I remained standing/crouching on the bed, visibly trembling. (Yes, I spent most of this time freaking out on my bed.) Since I had previously scoured the living room for mouse holes, we determined it was in my roommate's room. He lost it in there, but we found a massive hole in her floor. Assuming that the mouse disappeared into that hole (as assuming is all we could do) we sealed it up and resealed the hole in my room.
I tried to sleep with my headphones on but it took forever to relax. I kept waking up swearing I heard noises or saw something move. I fear I'm not going to get a full night's rest until I see it's little dead body. I hate this.
And yes, I suggested to my roommates we call our absentee landlord/super and ask for an exterminator. (Or that we buy a Rat Zapper, which has been highly recommended. Won't do anything for the next few nights, though.
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Ever since this happened I've been hyper-sensitive about the noises in my room/apartment. On Thursday afternoon, while I was off work, I heard scrabbling near one of my windows. I went to look and there was a squirrel trying to get through the screen window -- or at least trying to climb it. I scared him off but not after taking some pictures. (What? It was cute, for a rodent.)
However, ever since then, I've been hearing a lot of noises. A lot of scrabbling, scratching noises. Noises of things rustling near plastic bags in my room. So much so that I've been waking up in the middle of the night, hearing them, and not being able to fall back asleep. Since I'm pretty poor until Friday I was unable to get any traps, steel wool, spray, etc. The only thing I could do was get one of the sticky traps that we did have and put it near the hole in floor under the radiator.
Tonight I'm going to pick up my stuff that's on the floor in hopes that even if I never catch whatever critter scurrying around I won't have to hear it.
Or maybe there's a heart trapped under the floorboards and my conscience is going cow-suit-crazy.
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Re-post it (I don't care if I/you clutter my/your friends page. If you've seen it, you can keep scrolling), pass it on via email, put it on Facebook/MySpace, etc. Thanks kennfusion!
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This is a story about me, my roommate, and a cockroach.
Aside from all the wonderful things about living with Adam and JohnLouis, one of the things I really, really miss is bug killing. I am stereotypically female in this respect.
Case in point: last night. I came home from bar trivia with my coworker and his friends (Good time was had by all and I won three of the five shot questions.) and flipped on the computer to watch some TV. After an episode, I decided it would be a good time to get ready for bed. I was leaning over the sink to rinse the toothpaste out of my mouth when I spied something out of the corner of my eye... above me.
I whipped up.
On the mirror is a fucking huge cockroach -- we're talking two to two and a half inches long (but it looked like two feet long)! I screeched and ran out of the bathroom and into my room. After about a minute of freaking out (and feeling like I'm covered in bugs like that scene in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom), the front door of the apartment opened and it's my roommate, Jen. Oh, thank god for Jen.
We did the requisite squealing and jumping, but she managed to get the roach out from hiding and sprayed it to near death with Lysol (the only thing we had on hand). Then she thumped it with a sneaker of mine and we flushed it down the toilet.
The I woke this morning well before my alarm only to hear some sort of crunching in a corner of my room. I turned on the light and it stopped. When I crawled to the edge of the bed, I swore I saw something shimmy through the hole in the floor at the radiator. The hole is rather small so I doubt it's a mouse, but you never know...
I need to buy steel wool for that hole and some roach traps. Gross.
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When the going gets tough, the tough go to amusement parks.
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So... there's a monsoon in NYC right now. Weird.
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Nothing feels as good as winning.
Aside from actually being the person who saves the game.
Against the #1 ranked team in the league.
Twice.
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This may just be the best thing 2008 has to offer: Dr. Horrible's Sing-a-long Blog. Well, aside from Batman: The Dark Knight, I guess... and Iron Man... and...
It's NPH vs. Nathan Fillion via Joss Whedon!
Captain Hammer: "I hope to set an example, you know, for children and stuff."
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Last night I dreamt I was flying a helicopter around Chicago as my form of personal transportation. I. Don't. Know.
Also... Eddie Izzard tickets: http://newyork.craigslist.org/mnh/tix/729710901.html
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I heard from my Mom last night that Hobbes is going to be put down (he has kidney disease), probably on Friday. My poor, sweet little munchkin kitty. My Senor Habez (when he's Spanish, which you know... happens). My Little Man. My kitty. Hobbes was brought to us 13 years ago after being found in a Wendy's dumpster in South Jersey. Because of his size, they (the rescuers) thought he was a kitten but he was actually four. He's old, I know. And he's lived a very long and well loved life, but it doesn't make it suck any less. I'm going miss him so much.
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In twenty days (June 30) I'm going to be 30. Yes, you read that right... 30. Holy crap.
This of course means that I want a new tattoo. The problem is that I'm not an artist. I have the concept but it needs to be fleshed out, so to speak. For reasons too many to mention at the moment I want a phoenix. I'm not ballsy enough for a large one all over my back or even on my shoulder(s), but I think the inside of my left arm, just below my wrist or so, would be a good place. (It's about 2.5 inches wide.)
So here's where you all come in... Some of you are artsy types. Some of you know tattoo artists. Some of you are filled with a creamy nougat center. The image below the cut (which comes from The Global Egyptian Museum) is what I want the design based on. If you feel so inclined, have some fun with it... show me what you've got: alter it, fill it in, give me an outline, make it colorful.
( Follow that bird... )
Please?
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Apparently the Flight of the Conchords gig in L.A. sold out in 5 minutes.
I wonder if we, NYC, beat that record.
PS -- Got tickets for the Tuesday, May 6, show! Awesome.
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You: And to think... all that time it was your [fish] that was poisoned.
Me: They were both poisoned. I spent the last few years building up an immunity to [wasabi].
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Poll #1151759
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All Which is worse...
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Supposedly, Patrick Swayze is dying of pancreatic cancer and has five weeks to live. All of these news articles list the National Enquirer as a source. The National fucking Enquirer, people.
I know, I know... if it's on the internet it must be true.
Edited to add: The New York Post says his publicist has confirmed it. Weird. Neither of these sources are what I'd consider reliable.
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A few weeks ago I took a dollar out of my wallet and put it in my pocket so I could buy my coffee at the stand outside the library. When I got there I noticed that the dollar had slipped out and I was without coffee that morning. (I was especially bummed as I had borrowed that dollar from Adam so I wouldn't have to go to the ATM before work.)
Yesterday, when returning from lunch with Heather, I came down the stairs towards my office and lo and behold a dollar sitting on the last stair. "My dollar" came back to me.
Fin.
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I'm such a creature of habit that I use the same stall every time I go to the bathroom at work.
I'm not such an obsessive freak that I won't use another if MY stall is occupied.
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Two posts in one day?! How do I live at this speed?
In addition to the trailer below I bring you an answer to that age-old question: "How can I tell if I'm really in love?"
Part 2 (Electric Boogaloo) w/Guy's Lines
But what about the Girls? They say the darnedest things!
Some initials about sex... WTF? STD? NFW!
And the running commentary from the lovely chap who posted all the clips.
I know I watched this in health class (probably when I lived in Delaware). I also recall having a VHS copy of it in my house, but I'm going to swear up and down that my Mom used it for the Religious Education classes. Really. No lie.
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Found on 4th Avenue between 10th and 11th Streets in Brooklyn, NY.
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I can(not) believe Eli beat Tom Brady! I'm flummoxed. I'm proud. My boy, Eli. The look of pride on his brother Peyton's face... Seriously, the more I think about it the prouder I am of Eli. Sometimes I compare myself to Eli... no no, stick with me on this. Everyone always jokes about how Eli always looks like he'd rather be doing something other than playing football (squash?). He's been a decent enough quarterback but not like his brother. That's how I feel about myself and street hockey. I'm a decent enough player and I suppose I have potential to be great, but often I'd rather be doing something else. Maybe I should take my boy's victory last night as a sign and go win the BTSH cup this year.
Also... Go fuck yourself, Tom Brady!
This morning, however, I read that Matt Pickens of the Chicago Fire (my soccer-boyfriend) has signed with Queens Park Rangers of the Championship. (Note: Footballer turned actor Vinnie Jones used to play for QPR until 1999.) He's also been rumored to have wed a French woman in the off-season and has deleted his MySpace. Pickens, what the hell is going on here?! I demand answers, Matty!
In other (knitting) news, I'm finishing the first sleeve on my first adult sweater and then the next and then I'm done. It's a bit bigger than I wanted it to be, but that's what the next attempt is for. Still looks like a sweater, though, and fits.
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Take a picture of an old thing.
 laughingirl and I went to The Living Room on Saturday night to catch a set by Brad Roberts, formerly of the Crash Test Dummies. (Yes, the guy with the super low voice. Yes, the one who sang "Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm.") He played for little over an hour and a whole lot of songs from God Shuffled His Feet. It was odd to hear those songs as they're now fourteen years old (at least). The sentiments in some of them seem so young and almost naive; neither adjectives I'd use when describing Brad Roberts. Still the show was good and it was nice to have a few words with Brad as we left the club. Despite his on stage vulgarity, he is supremely nice and gracious in person. I'm not sure what part of this I consider "old thing." Could be the music. Could be Brad. Could be my quirky love for him and his band. All of the above?
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Take a photo of a car.
 Toy shop on Avenue A and 3rd Street.
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Take a photo of the ground.
 Taken at the NW corner of 40th St. and 5th Ave facing south.
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Take a photograph of a tool.
 drrosa is in town for the week! To celebrate I made sure she got to have some good NY pizza from the newest pizza joint near my house. It's my way of trying to coax her to come back from California. Drinks at Commonwealth followed.
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The tagline on the one-sheet poster for Cloverfield asks "What is it?"
Instead of answering back with Mike Patton's gravelly "It's it," i say, very simply, Cloverfield is a love story.
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Open something up and take a picture of the inside.
 I skipped over Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates (though tried starting it twice) to read Villa Incognito; I've read the other Tom Robbins' other novels. I'm about halfway through so maybe I'll go back and try Fierce Invalids again when I'm done. Third time's a charm, right?
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Take a picture of eyes (open or closed).
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