the award for best celebrity news garbage churning pun of the day goes to E! for it's headline: "DJ AM Seeks to Spin Life Story".
and the award for best video you maybe sorta forgot about but used to love when you were 5 goes to: Paula Abdul's "Opposites Attract" feat. Dj Scat Kat (sp)!
before Paula was a dented-chest havin', pill-addicted, QVC sellin', secret-booze-in-her-AI Coke cup swillin', Bravo-reality-show-havin' joke, she was one of the world's biggest pop stars! whoopee! she even came #1 on a poll for who men would most like to be stranded on a desert island with. now this crazy lady just cries when some hack warbles a cover of 'Imagine' and hails them as a true original artist. blarf. but it's super fun because she's crazytown.
Paula used to be engaged to Emilio Estevez, until her huge, huge career took the air out of their tires, and well he was also a big star and busy. these things are all currently still true, obvz.
for now you can just hang out and watch the animated super-urban dancey wasteland created in this video. some hot pussy on pussy action.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
don't pull tha thang out
and as things fell apart,
nobody paid much attention.
- the Talking Heads.
can I say, that right this very second is one of the most difficult times I've ever been through. and that is saying something.
do you like Phil Collins? I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke. Before that, I really didn't understand any of their work. too artsy, too intellectual. It was on Duke where, uh, Phil Collins' presence became more apparent. I think Invisible Touch was the group's undisputed masterpiece. It's an epic meditation on intangibility. at the same time, it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceding three albums. listen to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins and Rutherford. you can practically hear every nuance of every instrument. Sabrina, remove your dress. In terms of lyrical craftsmanship, the sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of professionalism. take the lyrics to Land of Confusion. in this song, Phil Collins addresses the problems of abusive political authority. In Too Deep is the most moving pop song of the 1980s, about monogamy and commitment. the song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative as, uh, anything I've heard in rock. Phil Collins' solo career seems to be more commercial and therefore more satisfying, in a narrower way. especially songs like In the Air Tonight and, uh, Against All Odds. but I also think Phil Collins works best within the confines of the group, than as a solo artist, and I stress the word artist. Sussudio, a great, great song, a personal favorite.
if you're still with me, I'd like to fall down a flight of stairs. also, if things work out with my ishs, I am going to be moving into a collective space bent on community projects, sustainable living, social change, and heavily involved with both metal music and the IWW. heaven anyone? also, I'll be having a dog. a dog. a dog.
if you're still with me here, I wish I could remember the fucked, FUCKED up dreams the combination of anxiety meds, caffeine and sleeping pills makes me have. If I could somehow record them, they would be the greatest things you'd ever seen. I'm talking, kids stealing wheat stalks and throwing them on the floor, emptying water on them. various messed up surrreal deaths and murders, and desperate messed up sex. or maybe it's just all the influence of the David Lynch picture I hung up.
anyone know the story, "Little Match Girl" by Hans Christian Andersen. I am the Little Match Girl right now. I am.
"Her little hands were almost numbed with cold. Oh! a match might afford her a world of comfort, if she only dared take a single one out of the bundle, draw it against the wall, and warm her fingers by it. She drew one out. "Rischt!" how it blazed, how it burnt! It was a warm, bright flame, like a candle, as she held her hands over it: it was a wonderful light. It seemed really to the little maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove, with burnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top. The fire burned with such blessed influence; it warmed so delightfully. The little girl had already stretched out her feet to warm them too; but--the small flame went out, the stove vanished: she had only the remains of the burnt-out match in her hand........"
".............But in the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with rosy cheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning against the wall--frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat the child there with her matches, of which one bundle had been burnt. "She wanted to warm herself," people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things she had seen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in which, with her grandmother she had entered on the joys of a new year".
I told him that was the saddest story I'd ever heard.
I told him that was the saddest story I'd ever heard.
I told him that was the saddest story I'd ever heard.
I told him that was the saddest story I'd ever heard.
nobody paid much attention.
- the Talking Heads.
can I say, that right this very second is one of the most difficult times I've ever been through. and that is saying something.
do you like Phil Collins? I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke. Before that, I really didn't understand any of their work. too artsy, too intellectual. It was on Duke where, uh, Phil Collins' presence became more apparent. I think Invisible Touch was the group's undisputed masterpiece. It's an epic meditation on intangibility. at the same time, it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceding three albums. listen to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins and Rutherford. you can practically hear every nuance of every instrument. Sabrina, remove your dress. In terms of lyrical craftsmanship, the sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of professionalism. take the lyrics to Land of Confusion. in this song, Phil Collins addresses the problems of abusive political authority. In Too Deep is the most moving pop song of the 1980s, about monogamy and commitment. the song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative as, uh, anything I've heard in rock. Phil Collins' solo career seems to be more commercial and therefore more satisfying, in a narrower way. especially songs like In the Air Tonight and, uh, Against All Odds. but I also think Phil Collins works best within the confines of the group, than as a solo artist, and I stress the word artist. Sussudio, a great, great song, a personal favorite.
if you're still with me, I'd like to fall down a flight of stairs. also, if things work out with my ishs, I am going to be moving into a collective space bent on community projects, sustainable living, social change, and heavily involved with both metal music and the IWW. heaven anyone? also, I'll be having a dog. a dog. a dog.
if you're still with me here, I wish I could remember the fucked, FUCKED up dreams the combination of anxiety meds, caffeine and sleeping pills makes me have. If I could somehow record them, they would be the greatest things you'd ever seen. I'm talking, kids stealing wheat stalks and throwing them on the floor, emptying water on them. various messed up surrreal deaths and murders, and desperate messed up sex. or maybe it's just all the influence of the David Lynch picture I hung up.
anyone know the story, "Little Match Girl" by Hans Christian Andersen. I am the Little Match Girl right now. I am.
"Her little hands were almost numbed with cold. Oh! a match might afford her a world of comfort, if she only dared take a single one out of the bundle, draw it against the wall, and warm her fingers by it. She drew one out. "Rischt!" how it blazed, how it burnt! It was a warm, bright flame, like a candle, as she held her hands over it: it was a wonderful light. It seemed really to the little maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove, with burnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top. The fire burned with such blessed influence; it warmed so delightfully. The little girl had already stretched out her feet to warm them too; but--the small flame went out, the stove vanished: she had only the remains of the burnt-out match in her hand........"
".............But in the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with rosy cheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning against the wall--frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat the child there with her matches, of which one bundle had been burnt. "She wanted to warm herself," people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things she had seen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in which, with her grandmother she had entered on the joys of a new year".
I told him that was the saddest story I'd ever heard.
I told him that was the saddest story I'd ever heard.
I told him that was the saddest story I'd ever heard.
I told him that was the saddest story I'd ever heard.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
a woman in trubz
oopsy doops.
why do things change so fast? argh. regret is an awful feeling. I'm a sorry sorry girl. everything is precious. precious.
on a lighter note, we have a serial masturbator at work. a certain gentlemen, apparently aroused by the smell of our delicious mesa blend, jerks it on the patio all the time. with a newspaper in his lap like he's all stealth and shit. we have kicked him out numerous times, attempted to call the police; one woman says she recognized him from getting kicekd out of starbucks for the same offense. what what? no preservative pastries are the greatest foreplay ever people, take my word for it.
shite, gotta jet.
love always,
katie
Monday, May 18, 2009
statutory grape
so finally, epicly, It's confirmed where I am moving to in June. here in providence, downtown-ish, sorta kinda, a 3 floor house with 8 people, puppies, a garden, and weekly family meetings and dinners. who can I thank for the hookup? sweet sweet alex from seven stars, who scarily enough, is a lot like me. her cat is named 'bodycount' (Ice T ref) for chrissakes. I've accepting having to leave behind some of the amenities of the really nice apartment I have right now. however, I also accept paying over $100 less a month. oopsy doops. looking forward to all the new friends and situations I will find here!
*and I've been way behind in my celebrity news, but um, put this is the 'least surprising thing ever' file: michael jackson has skin cancer. oh really? dude has probably put everything on his face from searing hot barbeque sauce to flaming sparks from that pepsi commercial, to brooke shields' pussy. being white is just that desirable.
**um also leaked nude pics of rihanna, obvs from chris brown and his camp. normally 'leaked celeb nude pics' mean nip slips in the ocean or rump shots from calendar shoots. but rihanna is straight bent over from behind and you can see her ladyfingers n' stuff. plus her boobs (nipple ring, plus one) and abs (minus 1). this is what jay-z jerks off to while beyonce is off pretending to give a shit about kids in hospitals.
**also, youtube or google the clip from a recent weezer show, in which they cover of kids by mgmt, with a pokerface by lady gaga INTERLUDE people (plus rivers in funky shades). who out of those people should be ashamed? I'll just wait for Mark D to start that weezer cover band.
*** in predictable-hipster news: I am majorly feelin' the new Wilco and new Grizzly Bear albums.
***less predictably, I have boy drama. man drama. little sister baby mama drama. no no no.
let's all just listen to 'Brick' shall we?
TELL YOUR FRIENDS 'PEACE, LOOK, I'M BOUNCIN'
*and I've been way behind in my celebrity news, but um, put this is the 'least surprising thing ever' file: michael jackson has skin cancer. oh really? dude has probably put everything on his face from searing hot barbeque sauce to flaming sparks from that pepsi commercial, to brooke shields' pussy. being white is just that desirable.
**um also leaked nude pics of rihanna, obvs from chris brown and his camp. normally 'leaked celeb nude pics' mean nip slips in the ocean or rump shots from calendar shoots. but rihanna is straight bent over from behind and you can see her ladyfingers n' stuff. plus her boobs (nipple ring, plus one) and abs (minus 1). this is what jay-z jerks off to while beyonce is off pretending to give a shit about kids in hospitals.
**also, youtube or google the clip from a recent weezer show, in which they cover of kids by mgmt, with a pokerface by lady gaga INTERLUDE people (plus rivers in funky shades). who out of those people should be ashamed? I'll just wait for Mark D to start that weezer cover band.
*** in predictable-hipster news: I am majorly feelin' the new Wilco and new Grizzly Bear albums.
***less predictably, I have boy drama. man drama. little sister baby mama drama. no no no.
let's all just listen to 'Brick' shall we?
TELL YOUR FRIENDS 'PEACE, LOOK, I'M BOUNCIN'
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
another bullshit night in suck city
I have a bajillion things to say, but no time right now to say it. full disclosure tomorrow probz.
pop culture is piling up behind me, I need to divulge!
*new bookz rule.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
err
remind me to tell you about the creeper from work we had to kick out for masturbating on the patio.....again.
it's a good story.
lots of good stories from today, but I gotta run because I'm going to Maine for the weekend to kick my sister's ass and buy a new phone.
love,
katie
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
bizarro no. 1
have you heard any of tupac's music since he died? it all sounds the same. it's like he's not progressing at all musically.
Monday, May 4, 2009
real love
today at work, men women and children all complimented my new earrings. compliments to a narcissist are like sweet sweet cherries to pacman. it was dopeshow.
speaking of dopeshow, like Marilyn Manson said in Bowling for Columbine, if he could say anything to the youth of today, he'd say nothing. he'd
let's all count on MM to bring the hotness!
also, new silversun pickups is my jam!
also, you may have heard me ramblin about The Wave Pictures, here is a new song of theirs, loves it. hear it hear
and finally, anyones lookings fors a roommates?
speaking of dopeshow, like Marilyn Manson said in Bowling for Columbine, if he could say anything to the youth of today, he'd say nothing. he'd
let's all count on MM to bring the hotness!
also, new silversun pickups is my jam!
also, you may have heard me ramblin about The Wave Pictures, here is a new song of theirs, loves it. hear it hear
and finally, anyones lookings fors a roommates?
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
