November 2005

November 17, 2005
Somebody get ahold of Peter Murphy. Bela Lugosi not dead.

November 15, 2005
What in the white ghostly fuck is Emo?

Yes, if only I had comments, you could surely answer. Comments and RSS feeds and What I'm Reading and What I'm Listening To and I'm Feeling and Powered By and Make a Donation and Link to Me and My CSS Is Valid and Ads By and Myeeeaaah, MYEEEEAAAAAAH, MYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

But those things are all fucktarded in an assardly way.

Anyhow, so. Emo is the gayest genre name since Bryan Ferry brought us "New Romantic" while wearing a shiny silver suit and pointy tassled shoes. Jesus, that's a one-two asspunch. Being named Ferry and leading the New Romantics. Hold the tears, Argentina. I'm sure he got more hot ass in his time than a hundred-year-old superheated toilet seat.

So, anywho, I fired up some Emo in Rhapsody - you know, your Dashboard Confessional, your Modest Mouse, a little Sunny Day Real Estate. And now I know what Emo means. It's Latin for "and Caesar's ears puked."

November 14, 2005
Hard to believe this dude's husband killed himself.

November 11, 2005
Man. Sometimes you just want to throw on some Sam Cooke, do violence to your kidneys and set sail down a couple flights of stairs.

How you been?

"Videodcasting is going to be HUGE!!!" So say those who hath knowledge of thusly.. thingsth... Yeah, great, Shep. But, see, here's the twist. You know who videodcasting is going to be huge for? The pervy douche in the work bathroom stall right next to yours. I mean, who the fuck else could possibly find utility in videodcasting? I've waxed filthy before on my feelings about watching television (television, Fernando. You remember television, right? That 36 inch beast in your living room?) content repurposed for a 1.2 inch (THAT'S DIAGONAL, YOU'LL RECALL) display on your fucking trumped-up walkman. Me? I'm not ah-going to be ah-satisfied until I can watch the Godfather trilogy on the head of a fucking pin. I mean, I just don't see where your average slob of a Joe is going to say to himself, "Hey! You know, I'm just sitting here on the subway, about 17 minutes from work, and I think I'll hold this fucking trumped-up walkman up about, ah, three, four inches from my fucking nose and squint at an episode of Lost. I'M TAKING PART IN SOMETHING... THAT IS GOING TO BE... HUGE!!!" Where the fuck are you supposed to watch all this great content on your Lilliputian vid screen? If you're at work, you're at work, home, you're at home, shopping, you're fucking shopping... When are you standing, sitting, walking around going, "OH SHIT! I JUST WISH I COULD SQUINT AT SOME GRAINY FUCKING VIDEO ON MY TRUMPED-UP WALKMAN!"

I have a hunch.

My guess is it is going to be a hit with that preternaturally sweaty guy from IT when he strolls into the stall next to you, pops his trumped-up walkman off his fucking douchey utility belt, drops his Dockers and settles in for some alone time with the only content an audience is desperate enough for to put up with squinting at it on a fucking 1.2 inch display.

That's diagonal.

Watch your step on the way out.

Gooey.

November 10, 2005
I read some Jordanians are characterizing today's terrorist bombings as their 9/11. More like 56/2,752.

November 9, 2005
It's not that I haven't been thinking about you.