you never get things rightttttooohahahhhahhooh

can I say,

I just drew online a picture of a certain bottlenosed sea mammal as one of Rocky's opponents,
aka,

DOLPHIN LUNDGREN

however, I can't figure out to post it. I just needed you to know what you're missing out on.

talk to you soon!
love,
K.N.W.



ps, savers trip with Mark D turned out to be pretty lucrative yesterday. we both got only wood-paneled alarm clocks and socks. he got a pair of chambray colored jeans from like 1977 that really have bell bottoms and are so Eric Foreman that he's like a walking boner. I found a seriously flourescent pink cardigan, a vomiticious men's jean jacket, and a button down jean shirt with pearlized buttons. also weird handmade pillow/bedding that is gross/loves it. woohoo!

vidyas

love your junkie ex-girlfriend

now it's time for.......

INAPPROPZ CRUSH ALERT!

you like what you like, but some things are just wrong to be attracted to. today's inappropriate crush: the blonde one from savage garden

 

these guys both give major 'gay face', in fact I remember reading that at least 50% of savage garden is gay, although it easily could be 100%. but despite the later gross facial hair and hoop earrings, I think he's cute. I don't even know his name, carrie underwood steez. actually I think only Darren Hayes has a name, and he in fact goes by 'blonde guy from savage garden'. remember that 'Animals' song or whatever, ugh, GROSS.

sidenote:

thinking about possible karaoke songs if I go tonight, I gots to thinking about indie rock crossover songs, like indie songs by established indie artists that the karaoke czar is actually likely to have. I think a few major indie crossovers are:

Modest Mouse - Float On

The Smiths - How Soon Is Now

Pavement - Cut Your Hair

Stone Roses - Love Spreads

Beck - Loser

Folk Implosion - Natural One

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Current Clothing Wishlist:

you know, basically my usual combo of secretarial stuff and things Cher would've worn in Clueless. bone zone! sigh.....

oh boy Flipsy! you and I are going on a road trip!

since music just wants to be my first, my last, my everything, so one sentence new record opinions:
* new Cursive 'Mama I'm Swollen', is good if you like Cursive. check.
* new Neko Case 'Middle Cyclone', is great, no matter what, according to myself and 2 other friends opinions whom I respect regarding music.
* new Dan Deacon 'Bromst', is fun if you like electronic noisy stuff
* new Thermals 'Now We Can See', is unfuckwithable indie pop punk for the everywoman and man

I have not heard the new Decemberists and honestly am not excited to. I really don't like them much, and what I've read of this new album sounds sick and barfy and like it both sucks and blows. and somehow the new U2 album is getting confused with the second coming of Jesus, so I guess I have to listen to that too.

a playlist, to get through another Wednesday:

David Bowie - Ashes to Ashes
Plaid - Gellab
Pavement - Strings of Nashville
The Kinks - Two Sisters
Squarepusher - Iambic 5 Poetry
Guess Who - Somewhere Up High
Bat For Lashes - A Forest
Final Fantasy - Blue Imelda
BRian Eno - Sombre Reptiles
The United States of America - Coming Down
The Ramones - We Want The Airwaves
Sloan - Iggy and Angus
Jay-Z - When Money Goes


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I'm obsessed with my ex boyfriends bed. that sounds bad, but it's not. he gave it to me while we were still together, and it's my bed in my apartment. it's very shitty now, all flat and thin. but it's become so comfortable to me. give me a black cherry yacht club soda, a cartoon on the tv, and that bed and I'm gold. bonus points if mark d kisses me on the cheek somewhere in there.

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back to music for a second: I want someone to become the new Dr. Demento. for real. I used to listen to him and the nerd in me would swell up like some sort of sac. eww. someone make me a list of newer songs that would be like something Bart Simpson's nemesis, Dr. D would do.


ummmmm can I say, I am in a March Madness bracket pool thingy, alongsie Mark D, and I'm in second place? it's still very very early, but I'm pretty jazzed on my standings. I'm such a grotsky little ghoul!



E! did an interview with Will Arnett, talking about the Arrested Development movie. everyone is confirmed in it, and they are hoping to have it all done by the end of this year for sure! I'm psyched. I hope it's better than other shitty tv movies, like Fire Walk With Me, the Twin Peaks movie

*also, Katy Perry dating Josh Groban is like herpes getting AIDS. just sayin'.

I am so out of tune with you, I am so out of tune with you

first and foremost: I realize that I will never fully understand the millions of bizarre ways that music brings people together.

secondly, and in the background: I am made of hard rock and blue sky and I will live this way forever.

thirdly, and way far way: there are a few things that are definitely next-level right now.

* the fact that my crazytown hilarious beautiful depressed younger sister has taken the 'failed child' label away from me by moving in with her unemployed, drop out boyfriend halfway thru her senior year of high school. The H is O! this actually really sucks, but it's nice to call home and have my father speak to me like a human versus a cylon for once. roswell that end's well!

* finding someone to do a Wear Dare with. A Wear Dare is when you take a friend/lover/mortal enemy to the thrift store, and you each pick out five of the ugliest, most chronicles of ridic outfits you can find, $50 total maximum. obvs you can reuse items, or set a lower budget. now for the week, you and your friend have to wear the 5 outfits: no wussing out, no explaining what you're doing if people ask. no matter what the event. we're talking button-down LAN party flame shirts people. denim overalls, Life Is Good tshirts, SHORTS. on your mark, get set, CLOTHES! so, any takers? trust me: I will find someone.





* I watched I Am Trying To Break Your Heart, the Wilco documentary last night. shit was too hot! I was diggin' on the fonts, the editing, the tuneage, and of course I was lovin' me some Jeff Tweedy! he is soooo00000oooooo dreamy ladiez. I hadn't heard any screamage from him like some of what was featured in the doc. TMI alert: I had a dream of sexual nature about him last night. we were marrieds and in love and he wrote a song about me that Rolling Stone cited as extra good in their review. now, Rolling Stone suxors so why I fantasized about this is super gross and pretentious. hey kinda like me! next on the movie plate is either Palindromes by Todd Solondz (also on my list of Most Dangerous Movies to review) or Helvetica, a documentary about the font, graphic design, and culture.


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Got a box full of letters
Think you might like to read
Some things that you might like to see
But they're all addressed to me

Wish I had a lotta answers
Cause that's the way it should be
For all these questions
Being directed at me

I just can't find the time
To write my mind
The way I want it to read

You'll come back again
And I'll still be your friend

I got a lot of your records
In a separate stack
Some things that I might like to hear
But I guess I'll give 'em back

I wish I had a lotta answers
Cause that's the way it should be
All these questions
Being directed at me

Just can't find the time
To write my mind
The way I want it to read

You'll come back again
And I'll still be your friend

I can't find the time
To write my mind
The way I want it to read

Just can't find the time
To write my mind
The way I want it to read

termites in her smile

because I'm a bitter old hag, I was thinkin', 'hey katie you good looking son of a bitch, you should think of three things that make you smile, no sarcasm or bitnerness'.

here goes!

* I love when I am walking down the street, and someone is walking in the opposite direction, and you see them looking absentmindedly or staring at the sidewalk, but they are smiling or half-laughing, because they are remembering something funny, or just left someone they love. they be slangin' some cuteness.

* on boys (men, really): wild hair in the style of Birthday Party-era Nick Cave. bring the panache, manz.



* embarassing haircuts, like the one in my logo, and below.

read music speak spanish

I suppose normally my posts have some sort of rhyme or reason, but the rain has seeped into my brain and I am just going to write some random junk, which is really all this blog is anyway. that'll do pig, that'll do.

lez start with this band I like. okay with you? on kanine records (grizzly bear, chairlift) Drink Up Buttercup "build you up with the post-Beatles harmonies of the La's and the post-Beatles surrealism of Electric Light Orchestra or Super Furry Animals." okay nothing could ever be that awesome, but I can dig it! their single 'Mr. Pie Eyes' is certainly worth a listen if any of that strikes your fancy. you won't get burned. okay you might get burned if you're one of those folks who 'knows' about 'music'.

the widget may or may not show up below, because this computer 'belows' heh, but if not google the bitch.

bold statement alert:
I like Ricky Gervais' 'Extras' more than 'The Office' (uk). wowza! credit to Mark D for letting me borrow the series. it will be rewatched many times.

** Thom Yorke recently said something super cool. duh. Miley Cyrus publicly (on Ryan Seacrest or something) was complaining about how at the Grammys she tried to meet Radiohead but they ignored or said no to her request for a private meeting. Miley said 'they will pay', and I assume she didn't mean for any of her shitty walmart merchandise. after the public bemoaning, Yorke replied that "Maybe after a few more years of life Miley will learn not to have such a sense of entitlement".

I love this. I feel with my generation as a whole (although I guess Miley is not considered my generation) there is a HUGE sense of entitlement that only gets worse as we go along. what exactly are we entitled to, I don't know. nothing.


also, if you love me, buy me old issues of sassy from ebay. kthx.

maybe I should rethink my selection of 'cop killer'

sitting next to me right now is a police officer, and I can't stop looking at his gun. seriously. I wonder if he notices. it's not shiny, it fact it looks kinda crappy. ( ps I don't know anything about weaponry except the super hot medieval kind) (pps remember that game for PSX, 'Medieval'? you were a skeleton type guy in medieval garb and you collected runes and the such, shit was TOO hot.) I can't. stop. looking. I've seen in the movies and on the t.v. scenes where criminals just grab the guns from the cops holsters, but that seems a bit excessive at the moment.

I just want to ax him about it. that's all.

lucky I always keep a bible close to my heart

dear reader (no pluralization necessary) of a woman in trouble,

sometimes in the chaotic trials of trying to keep up on the latest and greatest celebrity comings-and-goings, one makes mistakes and writes about things that turn out to be lies, lies, lies, yeahhh.

full disclosure: apparently M.I.A.'s newborn is NOT named Ickitt. in fact, she has downright refused to release the name of her and hubby Benjamin's son. double-in-fact, she has now officially said she thinks the name Ickitt is 'fucking disgusting' and a bunch of other dirty new mom words. I am disappointed. I thought this name was neat, MIA-esque, and next levs weird. for now you can just enjoy, below, my wonderful rendering of what I imagine the former-baby-Ickitt to look like. girl, you know it's true!

even fuller disclosure, demi and michael douglas steez: Mark D, of Mark D fame, said he had a bone to pick with me the other day. my chest tightened as I thought he was going to call me out on the box of girl scout cookies I basically filched from him, but thankfully not. I love talking about baby names and name origins and whatnot, and I have very publicly and loudly disparaged fake names. technically all names are made up, obvs, but I'm talking about gross ones like Lacy, or Dustin. I have a list of names I hate, but that's mean so I'll keep it to myself. I prefer older names with specific roots. Mark D said my fawning over Ickitt clearly broke this rule, and he is right. in fact, in my quest to hopefully prove MD wrong (one of my favorite hobbies), I entered Ickitt into the babynames.com database. the results: Ickitt: created name, son of rapper MIA. barf! clearly labelled a 'created name' and also now proved to be a lie.

sigh. I now fear if and when the true name comes out, it's gonna be a lamesauce name like Matthew or something. if MIA doesn't name her kid something locosauce, who will? 

well actually, Lisa 'Boner' Bonet of Cosby Show, Lenny Kravitz and High Fidelity fame just named her newbie son Nakoa-Wolf Manakauapo Namakaeha Momoa. and my spell-checker just ESPLODED! 

p.s. on babynames.com you can create a saved personal list of favs, with the future baby's last name included, but since that's super creepy jr. and I'd rather not guess my hubby's last name, I'll just let you in on a few of my personal faves:

Lucy, Simon, Leroy, Amelia, Hans, Alice, Henry, Ross, Serj, Bernadette.

but anyway, this throwing stick stunt of yours has boomeranged on us.

honestly though, combos are gross, esp the pizza ones

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this Animal Collective video is all ipod commericial-esque, mixed with floating bugles chips, a dash of windows movie maker, and that mouth from the dairy queen commercials. next level!

madness

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laff riot

everyone saw this like a bajillion years ago right? k just checkin'. still funny to me! nothing cheers me up on a gray december morn' more than this clip (simpsons reference #1). 

anyways, in case this video was not your speed, just wait until I post my writeup discussing the ethics of the Watchmen, utilizing all the handy info I've been compiling over the years with my love of philosophy and ethics in partics. please, stop the salivation. it'll be a Rorscharch test y'all! 

also, in celeb news, MIA named her newborn son Ickitt and officially became my next levs award for the week.

also in local celeb news, go to Red Rock in North Kingstown RI tomorrow night for karaoke night, to see the not-self-proclaimed 'kings of karaoke', Mark D and LV bust out the jamz and my nuts by PERFORMING amazingly. Mark D has been told he should be on American Idol more than once, and all the girls want him, natch, so I have to run interference :(

hothothot.

playin on my peach tree yeah! (simpsons reference #2)

hype

seriously today my mood feels exactly like Prodigy on the cover of Spin, circa 1997. yes it happened. 

and by that I guess I mean I feel like a rebellious rave icon reinvented as a theatrical rap-rock troupe performing mildly punk hits.

everything but the girl

not to get all 2007 on you, but you know who is super redonks obnoxious? Jamie Foxx. I think I realized this when he was guesting on some hip hop song that was being played at the bowling alley on monday. blarf.