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From yesterday's LA City Hall conference on the paparazzi issue, John Mayer:

"Last month at Los Angeles International Airport, forty men, holding no tickets to fly and with nobody to pick up, swarmed an arriving female passenger inside the terminal, shouting at her, disorienting her and denying her a safe exit. Does that sound like something that should be allowed? Should the fact that the forty men were holding cameras change that answer?"

( I've got a question. )

Current Mood: cynical

Oh Lord, I love this man.

The 375lb beast had been roaming a residential area at Alligator Point, near Tallahassee, when wildlife officers decided to trap it and move it away from houses.

They shot the bear with a tranquiliser dart, spooking the animal, which raced toward the water. With the tranquilising dart taking longer than expected to have an affect on the animal, it managed to swim at least 25 yards before becoming drowsy.

That was when Adam Warwick, a biologist with the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission, decided the bear may need rescuing and dived in.

And whaaaaaaaaaaat?!

A senior Democrat who worked for Mr Clinton has revealed that he recently told friends Mr Obama could "kiss my ass" in return for his support.

And there goes the last lingering affection I had.

Seth Meyers: After Governor Bill Richardson switched his support from Hillary Clinton to Barack Obama last week, an angry Bill Clinton said, "Five times to my face he said he would never do that." Wow, so he looked you right in the face and lied to you. What's that like?

EXACTLY.

But in much better news, in two weeks, I AM GOING TO SEE CHRIS ROCK. This is amazing for the following reasons: 1) I love him so much. Of course, he's been one of my favorite comedians for years and one of the things that's helped take my mind off things in the last few months is watching his specials. 2) I just found out about the show two days ago and it was by chance. I was trying to find a particular SNL sketch and I happened upon a comedy blog that had an ad about tickets for CR. I clicked on it on a whim--I thought he'd already been around here on this tour so I never would have expected him to return so soon. 3) I will be in the second row. This is so awesome. I'm very excited to see his new material. Although a "Salome's favorites" show would be nice. Here's one now about racism:

Current Mood: ecstatic

Working on my political science homework, I was answering a discussion question about the history of American journalism and when I was mentioning how the advent of television came with both benefits and dangers for politicians, I was reminded of a rant Dennis Miller did years ago.

Now I don't want to get off on a rant here, but I used to love Dennis Miller. Then, I don't know what happened. I'm sure the obvious assumption is the change in his politics but I don't think that's it--I'm entertained (intentionally) by people with opposing views all the time. Hell, even when he used to express opinions I disagreed with, he'd do it in a clever way. It's like, he just stopped trying to be funny. I just watched a "rant" he did on O'Reilly (oh, brother) concerning James Carville, and I was 3/4 through it before I realized that I hadn't laughed once. Not only were the ad hominem attacks weird and seemingly shoehorned in, the only funny line was one he wrote years ago. (James Carville *does* look like a muppet that's been accidentally washed on hot. It's just a fact.) Or take this fairly recent "quip":

"A new poll shows that Senator Kerry's support in the South is strongest amongst blacks. Kerry's appeal to Southern blacks is obvious. He is a white man who lives far, far away."

Bahaha...wha? That's like, sitcom with laugh track funny. I watched a fairly recent standup special of his and some of it was great. Despite his best efforts, I still have residual affection for Bill Clinton but still, I smiled when Miller said that if Bill were any more lowrent, he'd be a spring break destination. But it just seemed to lose steam (and funny) after that. It's weird. He went from being the witty guy who could effortlessly toss out lines with more bite than an entelodont to that close talker in front of you in the bank line who turns meaningless chitchat into a increasingly heated rant about lady politicians and what else is wrong with the world today as you "uh-huh" your way closer to the door.

'Course, that's just my opinion. I could be wrong.

Anywho, I was thinking of a bit he did in which he mentioned James Stockdale. Stockdale, for those of you who don't know, was a candidate for vice-president in 1992. Years before that, he was in the military. During Vietnam, he was on a mission when he had to eject from his A-4E Skyhawk and when he reached the ground, he was captured and taken to Hoa Lo, which would later become known as the Hanoi Hilton. (Two years after his capture, John McCain's Skyhawk would be shot down, leading to his capture and imprisonment.) Stockdale spent seven years at Hoa Lo, undergoing routine torture. When he returned to the United States, he began teaching at colleges, and wrote several books about his life.

However, despite all that, most people probably know him best for the debate. From ye olde wiki: Stockdale was not informed that he would be participating in the October 13 vice-presidential debate held in Atlanta, Georgia, until a week before the event. He had no formal preparation for the debate, unlike his opponents Al Gore and Dan Quayle. Stockdale infamously opened the debate by saying, "Who am I? Why am I here?" Initially, the rhetorical questions drew applause from the audience, seeming to be a good-natured acknowledgment of his relatively unknown status and lack of traditional qualifications. However, his unfocused style for the rest of the debate (including asking the moderator to repeat one question because he didn't have his hearing aid turned on) made him appear confused and almost disoriented. Seven years later, he would tell Jim Lehrer, "It was terribly frustrating because I remember I started with, 'Who am I? Why am I here?' and I never got back to that because there was never an opportunity for me to explain my life to people."

And perhaps my favorite summation of that debate was by Dennis Miller, if only for that damning last line.

"The reason he had to turn his hearing aid on at that debate is because those fucking animals knocked his eardrums out when he wouldn’t spill his guts. He teaches philosophy at Stanford University; he’s a brilliant, sensitive, courageous man. And yet he committed the one unpardonable sin in our culture: he was bad on television."

As reason.com says, "Dennis Miller put it pretty well, back when Dennis Miller put things pretty well."

Hey, I'm not the only one wondering what the eff. (And as the comments there show, the quality of his past work is certainly debateable, but I'm more concerned with what happened. "There is no joy left in his perspective. There is no sparkle of lightness or pleasure in his eye. It is only dryness and lashing out and death." Yes, this.)

Current Mood: i'm not as emo as this post

I have to get ready for my first day of (this semester of) school so in brief:

1) These hats have to be seen to be believed.

2) As does this picture of Michael Kors from the 80s.

3) New issue of Nylon online. I love the idea of reading magazines online like this. I love magazines but I hate dealing with the waste. I would totally pay to read magazines like this. Also, just as I was thinking that it'd be easier to remember clothing websites I want to check out after seeing their ads--I always forget when I'm reading paper magazines--I realized that you can click on the ads in this magazine to take you to the websites.

4) I don't know what's more surprising--that the J. Peterman catalog still exists or that they're still selling this hat with this copy.

5) Hi, this is the greatest thing I've seen all week*. Pacman Explained, via goonfleet:

*Let's pretend like I didn't see this like, two weeks ago and couldn't find it again until this morning.

Current Mood: restless

I go to Calhoun for school, which I'm not sure I've mentioned here by name. It's a community college but it's huge for one. (Here's a picture I took as I was leaving the Math & Science Building--where I took uh, French--last semester--and that's like, a fourth of the campus.) In fact, with the two other campuses in addition to the main one, which I attend, it's the largest 2-year college in Alabama. Anyway, it was named after John C. Calhoun, the seventh veep of these United States, who was kind of a handsome fellow in his younger years and apparently went into carnival spookhouse work when he was older. No one really seems to know why he's the namesake--he was a South Carolinian and his links to Alabama are pretty flimsy. I know he had some relatives here but still, it's not like he had an enormous influence on the state. So that's kind of a mystery. But whomever named our mascot had a funny sense of humor. Um, if you're an American history geek. Now Mr. Calhoun, if you don't know, [WARNING: NERD ALERT] and a group of his colleagues in the Twelfth Congress were way into war. Their fervent calls for war against Great Britain, which did indeed lead to a tussle that became known as the War of 1812, earned them the nickname War Hawks. So yes, we are the Calhoun Warhawks. (By the way, it was Virginia Congressman John Randolph who coined the term "War Hawks." But to be fair, he had apparently just gone through puberty so he was probably having lots of mood swings.)

Anyway that was all to say that I bought a Calhoun Warhawks t-shirt today so that I may bask in American history nerdery. I am not ashamed. (It looks like this--I got one like the ones in the basket, charcoal with hot pink lettering. Because nothing says let the bodies hit the floor like hot pink script.) I also defined phallic for the THIRD time in psych class today. It's amazing. Some of these girls are barely out of high school and already have toddlers, yet they won't say "penis" in the classroom.

Then I went to buy a cheap saucepan, because my very successful break-most-of-the-ones-I-own program has drawn to a close, and I have dreams of making tea AND soup at the same time. I went to Fred's, a discount store, and after I found the saucepan I looked around because sometimes you can find interesting stuff in there. Like this. Is your soul bland? I also bought a little bottle of 4711. It's billed as the "original eau de cologne" and they aren't lying (almost)--the phrase "eau de cologne" was originally created to mean water of Cologne, as in the German city where it was first created. This isn't the first FIRST company to make a scent in Cologne but it's up there. Anyway, the bottles are lovely and classic and they were a whopping $1 each at Fred's.

Muelhens created 4711 in 1792. It is the result of the following top fragrance Notes: bergamot, lemon and orange. The middle notes are: rosemary and rose and the base of the fragrance is: musk, petitgrain and neroli.

It's...interesting.

Saturday was the 65th anniversary of Bicycle Day, which I completely forgot about. I also forgot that the Chief would be appearing on a special on the History Channel that night called "Peyote to LSD: A Psychedelic Odyssey." It will repeat on Saturday at 5PM (est, I'm assuming). Yes, I set my Tivo.

Today, of course, is the day of the Earth. So on that note, and speaking of the Chief, here is a gentleman and scholar, a raconteur and rogue, my Chief, my friend* Mr. Bob Weir and the rest of Ratdog doing "Ashes and Glass." Er, after a brief segment in which he tries to complete an interview as certain people who are definitely not anything like your upstanding hostess, work diligently at distraction behind the interviewer's back.

[Part 2]

And if that roll takes us to France
Teach them Froggies how to dance
Keep on dancin', sing the tune
We'll be dancin' all around the moon

And if that big old moon go bust
Well ashes to ashes, baby, dust to dust
Baby it's time for one last rave
Keep on dancin' on our own graves.

*Also, a guy I keep forgetting to email. Oops. Tonight. Tonight I will do it.

Current Mood: accomplished

Wow, this week has been insane. Sunday was Salome and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. It started with an attempt to take out the garbage at my office that should have taken five minutes tops and fifteen minutes later, culminated with beer on my shirt and garbage juice on my foot. Upon returning inside, I realized that it was the foot with the toxic wound--a couple of weeks ago, I woke up at the time I'm usually leaving for class. I stumbled groggily into the bathroom as quickly as I could...and promptly stepped on the plug for my iPod speakers. My reaction? "Eh."

[I have a long history of sustaining brutal foot injuries that I barely notice as other people are cringing. I once stepped on my boyfriend's razor and trailed blood around the floor for ten minutes before I noticed--and it wasn't until I was perched on the bathroom counter watching him clean the cut that I even blinked. Maybe I was bitten by a Goliath Bird Eating Spider and don't remember it. Oh and by the way, if you don't read Cracked, I recommend it. I was thinking of it as the magazine, like a Mad-alike, but the website is great. They combine funny and interesting trivia, which I love, with lists, which I love. Win/win! My only wish was that they'd do something about the comments, so they weren't just scores of spam posts and it looks like they're trying now. But really, it's a worthwhile read. And it's given

start_0ver and I the wonderful, all-purpose excuse, "There's a spider near the door." Oh and by the way #2, like many of the commenters, I obviously disagree with their choosing Andrew Jackson. Assbad, maybe. I'll be going to see Some Band tomorrow and missing history, which is a good thing, because we're discussing Jackson. I don't care for him. I always say that I don't hate anyone and I don't hate him but I don't care for him. I don't care for him a lot. And the horse he rode in on. Whoa, this is a big bracket. Let's move on.]

So after that garbage indignity, I fell asleep at my mom's house and woke to an awesome combination charley horse/leg asleep sensation. If you are in the market for a new kind of pain, you should check it out. My leg is still weak. Oh but the best was yet to come: I had to get some cat fud and stuff so I went to the place where they sell walls. Apparently I missed two things in my cart when I was checking out. When I stopped to drop off the cart, I saw them and assumed they'd slid out of a bag, especially since one was on its side. The greeter swooped over and yanked the receipt from my hand, kicking off a ten-minute ordeal in which I was repeatedly asked if I "still wanted" the items I thought I'd bought, heard not one "please" or "thank you" and was generally treated like I was Carlos the effin' Jackal. So that was really sweet. In the store's defense, I filled out a web comment late Monday night and the local store called me yesterday to ask about the incident and apologize.

(I guess it could be worse--I could be like that guy in Ohio who was arrested after he forgot about some Coke* on the bottom rack of his cart. Yeah, he's a master criminal. The $160 worth of groceries he bought was just a ruse for the ultimate prize, the $4 case of Coke.)

And that was basically it for this week so far, minus running around like a maniac trying to get things done so I can go out of town for one measly weekend to see the cutest boys in the world. I made an 87 on that history exam and I guess my instructor doesn't dislike me, because we wrote "Great work" on my essay answers. Multiple choice, not so much. But I wasn't the only one. And I hope he does like me, because he'll be seeing me next semester!

My grandmother's health condition is going to kill me. It's like, "She's doing much better!" Next day: "Her kidneys are failing." Next day: "She looks great!" Next day: "It doesn't look good." I may or may not have tried to strike a bargain with the universe and ooh--my bad, Heston. But I think I'm doing better with that. Now if only the rest of my family would stay safe--my uncle broke his neck yesterday falling off a dropoff in his yard (they live on a very steep hill). The doctors say that they don't think it's a paralyzing break but come on! I gotta get a haircut today. I hope she doesn't accidentally slip and shave me bald.

I could feel sorry for myself, I guess. But I have a house to live in and I go to a good school and I have amazing friends, some of whom I get to see this week. And I know they wouldn't beat me and videotape it just for myspace fodder, so I got that going for me. (Oh and for anyone finding that story hard to believe, I refer you to Cecilia in Virgin Suicides: "Obviously Dr., you've never been a 13-year-old girl.")

*Not soda. Not pop.

Current Mood: optimistic

Hey, guys! Remember two years ago when I worked at that spa and the owners were always off at their restaurant or their pharmacy, basically leaving the spa to a bunch of giggling girls and we spent most of our time just sitting around laughing at Myspace or whatever but we still made a ton of money? And then all of a sudden, it just mysteriously closed?

So yeah, about that then.

Current Mood: relieved

Sometime recently--maybe last week, I realized/admitted/realized that I have no idea what I want to do with my life. And perhaps not surprisingly, once I did that, I lost all of my fear about not knowing what I want to do with my life. And then I started figuring out things.

After I got that perfume package, I was all hyped and in a perfume haze. Then I dropped my iPod. I've dropped it uncountable times but this time it hit my perfume box, which knocked the clickwheel out of place and blah blah blah, the headphone jack is fuxx0r3d. Which I guess is okay, since the headphones broke the next day when I was using them with my old-ass Walkman. Oh and apparently the Walkman isn't working now, either. I'm like Powder with electronics, I swear. I'm already twitchy without my iPod but it's especially annoying now that I'm trying to train for a marathon.

So I called up Steve Jobs and I was all like, "HALP," and he was like, "I'm on it, Salome!" et voila. I've got one of these coming to me as well, so I don't have to worry about my iPod breaking free from my waistband and skittering across the sidewalk into the road.

Speaking of consumerism (the President has me excited about my free gubmint moneys!), I don't get a lot of the hype over Nike Dunks. Or the hype over being a hype beast for that matter. I just don't get it. Boys'll be like, "Check these new alife kicks!" or "They're adding two new colorways to the Some Sneaker collection" and I'm like, "..." I guess they feel the same way when I start throwing around words like opoponax and vetiver, though. This is all to say that I can't believe how in love I am with the new Air Jordan Force Fusion XIIs. Ohhhhhh. What is wrong with me? I can't look at that without getting just a little teary and hoping against hope that they'll make them in a teeny girl-size size. Oh and have I mentioned? I don't wear sneakers! Only when I'm running.

Speaking of the President, I saw this cartoon in the paper over the weekend and found myself wondering how we got stuck with this assemblage of (for the most part) turd sandwiches and giant douches. And then it hit me that of course, we get what we deserve.

Oolong keeps distracting me by swimming over and puffing up at...something. I think he doesn't like my microphone. He's very territorial about his side of the desk. I tossed my scarf over there when I came in the other day and I caught him puffing up at it. He continues to be awesomely weird, is what I'm saying.

I've been watching The Wire from the beginning. Oh, Wallace. I make this face at least once a day at my job, too.

Raves: Numi Monkey King Jasmine Green Tea, "Nine in the Afternoon" by PATD--I've been listening to a live version from Reading since Reading but I really like the new official version, The Wire, the horror movie Storm Warning--not perfect but Nadia Fares* kicks so much ass that she almost made me forget about that other horror movie set in Australia.

Rants: Yogi Bedtime tea--mmm toothpaste, my boring American history professor

*Look at this magnificent creature--she's not even scared at this point. More like primed for ass-kicking.

Current Mood: awake

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Caetano Veloso – Superbacana

LOS ANGELES, California (CNN) -- Pop star Britney Spears was taken to hospital for tests to see if she was under the influence of alcohol or drugs and for a psychological evaluation after police were called to her home Thursday night to mediate a custody dispute, a police spokesman said.

If you haven't heard, there's been pretty interesting developments in the West Memphis Three case recently. As the Guardian reported last month:

"Defense lawyers have tested two hairs found at the scene. One was found entangled in one of the ligatures tying up one of the boys. It has been matched with DNA samples from Terry Hobbs, a stepfather of one of the victims. Another hair, found on a tree stump, has been linked by DNA sampling to David Jacoby, a friend of Hobbs who was with him on the day of the murder and provided him with an alibi. No DNA evidence of any kind has been found at the scene to match any of the West Memphis Three."

By the way, if you're thinking "stepfather" and WM3, your first thought is probably of the guy who was featured so heavily in the Paradise Lost docs but this isn't him*. This is one of the other parents.

Damian Echols, one of the WM3, who has been on death row for 13 years, gave an interview to Larry King a couple of weeks ago. Here is part 1.

*And in fact, he states in the Larry King clips that he believes Terry Hobbs to be the true perpetrator.

Current Mood: determined

A. Tina Fey is a sorceress! Back when this sketch aired, everyone was like, "Oh-ho-ho, what a charming farce!" And now? :-/

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Current Mood: jubilant
Current Music: Interpol – Evil

1) Dooney & Bourke ask, "What if you had the chance to design the handbag you've always wanted?" Hayden Panettiere says, "Make mine leather!" What a coincidence! I'm having mine made of dolphins. Live ones, of course--I'm not an asshole.

It won't hold much but you should see how fast I can get around in coastal cities.

2) If you have a cat, you have an instant wakeup call.

3) 15 Reasons Mister Rogers Was the Best Neighbor Ever: How far can you get through the list before you mysteriously get something in your eye?

4) I am trying to register for classes right now and it's a nightmare. I absolutely, positively have to have Anatomy and Physiology (they won't take my massage school credits) and my school is offering only two classes. One on Monday and one on Tuesday. Oh and an online class*. And they're all full! Other campus? Full! Waitlisting? No!

I am hoping that either someone will drop out or they'll add extra classes or I'll be able to take it somewhere else. I HAVE to have it to get into the program that I want on time. (And by "on time," I mean 2008 instead of 2009.) This is maddening!

Well, at least I get to take French 102 now.

5) I am watching the menswear challenge on ProjRun.

6) I can't believe Pimp C is dead. I remember when he did that interview, everyone was like, "Hahaha, he gon' get killed." But not for serious!

7) Have some music! "Morning Has Broken," Ellen Green on Pushing Daisies and "Morning Has Broken," by Cat Stevens. A Christmas mix is coming soon.

Happy birthday, Jay!

*It's like a physics question--how can a class that doesn't exist in space be full?

Current Mood: busy
Current Music: Trans-Siberian Orchestra – Christmas Eve/Sarajevo 12/24

Holy shit, this is funny.

Current Mood: amused

This is what scared me away from coke. I have a heart murmur too, yo.

Current Mood: cold

Yeah, I think this about sums up my home state.

Watch on YouTube

And because I can...

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Current Mood: embarrassed

Here are a few screencaps from When the Levees Broke that I've been meaning to post--just a few images that I found particularly moving, presented with no editorializing. (Note: Images are somewhat large.)

( I dream about magnolias in bloom )

Current Mood: calm

Y'all, seriously.

Current Mood: shocked

I had a job interview Saturday for a position that I'm kinda excited about. I'm supposed to go back next Saturday to do some tryout massages so we'll see how it goes. The downside is, I might not be able to go on my planned NYC trip next month or may not be able to go the full time that I planned but that's okay--I've already decided that I'll try to plan a NYC trip in April if I don't get to go in March. Another downside is that I might not be able to move to San Francisco in April but tbh, I won't be able to do that anyway. The upside is, if I get this job, I'll pretty much be able to write my own check when I do move.

What will you be doing, Salome? I'm glad you asked! There's a chiropractic clinic here that's been in business for over fifty years and they want to have a massage clinic, mainly because they're tired of having to refer out their patients. So if I'm hired, I'd be in charge of the massage program and for all intents and purposes, in charge of the massage clinic, which is a separate building and business. Pretty cool, I think.

Also cool:

*I did my taxes this morning so I have that out of the way. It would be cooler if I were getting more back, of course.

*Rosa Loves is an artsy t-shirt company but they're not yr average artsy t-shirt company. They find people with stories, people who need something and they design a shirt inspired by that need. "Each story will be told through stimulating graphics and actual text that will appear on the inverse of the shirt directly in line with the heart, where the Rosa Loves movement stems from." Then they use the proceeds of each shirt to pay for the inspiration's need. So for example, sales of their Indo Made shirt will buy Made a fishing boat. Sales of their Burdened and Regrowth shirts will benefit the Coley family, a woman and her grandchildren, who lost their home to a fire.

*Paoli Nutini--I adore this boy.

*Virb--Anyone on there? Add me. If you want to be on there, I've got a few invites available. It's still so new that you can probably get whatever page name you want.

*Ice Breakers Ice Cube gum--Why is it so hard to find?

*BPAL's Neil Gaiman collection--I want Mr. Ibis and Mr. Jacquel and Mr. Nancy. Oh and Mama-Ji.

*Thinking about traveling to New Orleans

*Planning continuing education massage classes--Lomi Lomi training in Hawaii? Aromatherapy in Provence? Medical Massage certification in Costa Rica? And yes, some totally boring stuff about trade shows and taxes. I love learning.

Current Mood: content
Current Location: In the house!
Current Music: Cold Case Files

So. Hi, there! It's been a couple of days since we've chatted. Kick your shoes off, stay a while.

Well, I've mostly been working on my job search lately. I had an interview Monday and tomorrow, I'm scheduling another one. I don't really want the job I interviewed for Monday but I'll reconsider if I don't get the one I really want. Anywho, I should get a job shortly and we can stop this totally boring line of conversation.

Friday, I drove down to Montgomery to see the Prom King. We were planning to have Mexican food and see Talladega Nights. We indeed had Mexican at Ixtapa but I didn't realize until my drive down that they were planning to make a rather large deal out of the opening of TN in Montgomery with prizes and hoopla and the kid who plays Texas Ranger. So all the showings were sold out except for the 11:45PM one. We chose to see The Descent, instead. I liked it a lot. Prom King didn't like the ending because he didn't think the hero should have been the hero but he doesn't know the horror movie rules.

Abandon all hope like, totally now--Myspace is the most visited website in the US. And speaking of, I need space for like, a top 84. Or maybe just a top 27. You get the majority of it filled with the people you know you want and then you have to agonize over the last two or three. And then people top you so you feel like you should reciprocate but you don't really want to. Aaagh! Myspace politics. If only someone on my friends list were studying all this.

Other myspace angst: I'm trying to get my friends list down to 350 but it's not working. I got it down to 375 but somehow it's climbed to 391 again. Am I really accepting that many requests? I thought I was being much pickier.

Via

alicetiara*, I read this stomach-turning article about Joe Francis, mastermind of the Girls Gone Wild empire and...If you go wild in a Girls Gone Wild video, you're an idiot. If you film a Girls Gone Wild video, you're an idiot. If you manufacture, promote, distribute, and/or sell a Girls Gone Wild video. you're an idiot. If you're Joe Francis, oh you better believe that you're an idiot. And you should be first against the wall.

Seriously. I don't have a dog in the whole Brangelina/Vaughnifer fight, but I'm pretty sure hanging with Joe Francis is an automatic lose, Jen and Vince.

Any. Way. I still have to finish the second half of my BPAL reviews and upload the Strokes thing. YSI is being so testy. You can actually watch the Strokes dealie on youtube if you're absolutely determined to see it right now, though.

Today I'm going to do some jobhunting and some cleaning and horror movie watching and perhaps prank calling people with the help of Samuel L. Jackson. A typical day.

And I'll be remembering. Eleven years. Thank you, Jerry.

*I also blame

alicetiara for the fact that I have the SoaP theme song stuck in my head.

Current Mood: c'mon bring it
Current Music: SO KISS ME GOODBYYYYYYYYE!!!

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Security is working against me; security wants to keep me down.
I will talk about the pink dolphins next time.
Anybody who really cares will abandon you for those who need it more.
Swinging the world by the tail.
The future's here, we are it, we are on our own.
Felt the joy and the fear.
Ain't no money dope as this, it's dressed so fresh and clean...
It's all too clear we're on our own.
Actors are no help to anyone.
Here it goes, here it goes again.
No one person ever has to understand.
That doesn't mean that I'm serious.
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning.
Also, he set off a car alarm.
Her heart exploded!
We will aye be true to thee.
I'd like to see that lazy Mississippi...
I feel like I fell through the damn rabbit hole.
Give a little love and it all comes back to you.
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Entries tagged with america is scary

Security is working against me; security wants to keep me down.

I will talk about the pink dolphins next time.

Anybody who really cares will abandon you for those who need it more.

Swinging the world by the tail.

The future's here, we are it, we are on our own.

Felt the joy and the fear.

Ain't no money dope as this, it's dressed so fresh and clean...

It's all too clear we're on our own.

Actors are no help to anyone.

Here it goes, here it goes again.

No one person ever has to understand.

That doesn't mean that I'm serious.

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning.

Also, he set off a car alarm.

Her heart exploded!

We will aye be true to thee.

I'd like to see that lazy Mississippi...

I feel like I fell through the damn rabbit hole.

Give a little love and it all comes back to you.

Fox 6 should really stop showing concert footage of Taylor Hicks without sound.