lookie here

is it possible for a death cab for cutie song to start out sounding like a modest mouse song, and then turn into a death cab for cutie song? the answer, is yes.

also, I distinctly remember in high school driving with probably Roland, when the first puddle of mudd song came on the radio, and someone in the car asking if this was the new unreleased Nirvana...........

***********someone from Tennessee told me I'd be right at home in Nashville today, thumbs up! gotta hit up savers first and pick up all the floor length jeweled dresses.


***but really what I wanna talk about is the soundtrack for Judgement Night. Judgement Night was, according to secret online wiki sources, a 1993 movie "star"ring Emilio Estevez, Cuba "Good"ing Jr, Jeremy Piven, and Stephen Dorff. plot = witness murder blah blah on the run. I do not remember this movie. I remember the soundtrack, HELLO. wikisecretsource says it peaked at #17 on Billboard, and had three singles. what is important about this soundtrack to me is it's very intiguing rap/rock collabos. not of the aerosmith/dmc/kid rock/saliva variete.

Judgement Night soundtrack, featuing:
House of Pain and Helmet
Teenage Fanclub and De La Soul (!!!)
Living Colour and Run DMC (okay some Run DMC)
Slayer and Ice-T (!!!)
Faith No More and Boo-Ya (I don't know who Boo-Ya is, but I'm jealous the name is taken)
Sonic Youth and Cypress Hill
Mudhoney and Sir Mix-A-Lot
Dinosaur Jr and Del tha Funkee Homosapien (omgomgomgomgomg)
Pearl Jam and Cypress Hill

among others. people, if this isn't next level I don't know what is. I must scour Newbury Comics or someplace for a used copy. motherfuck that is jawesome.

anyone else notice the Onion has been on-point lately? they dipped into Vice-territory for awhile, but they're back babyyyyy

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

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!

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)

seriously people I am lady gaga

oh my, neglecterinos,

I have quite simps been all over the place.

we no longer have cable tv at the apartment, due to us not paying for it/HD transition, so life has simply ceased to be for me. I mean, I die without the serious fashion no-no's, and THIS IS AWARDS SEASON. a girl can't afford to buy EVERY tabloid, now cmon.

I missed the Grammys on sunday, although I made sure to watch via the intranet MIA's performance. bitch showed up, ON HER DUE DATE PEOPLE, and killed it. she also wore this. I know I am going to dress locosauce when I'm knocked up, but girl is next levs and knows it:


it's things like this that make my life worthwhile.

but in all seriousness, I've been on mode haywire as of late. i'm feeling some big changes are gonna come. possibly new job, possibly two new jobs, maybe getting back in the ol' D&D game, and making some goddamn friends and movin' on out.

when I get overwhelmed like this I have to head home, which is what I am doing, tomorrow afternoon. I get what I need, but sometimes too much so. I should be in a Disney movie, the way I wanna make these dreams come true!

I pretty much feel like everyone needs space from me, so I'm giving it to them.

I suppose some major newz will break soon.

my style idol.....

the best outfit ever goes like this:
black crop top, high-waisted black shorts, hot pink tights, huge silver hoops earrings, and black combat-esque boots.

sound familar?

CLARISSA DARLING I SALUTE (YOUR SHORTS) YOU!

you are my style idol, and it's hard for me to put on my bright tights and clashing skirts without thinking of you and your ridiculous outfits!

I've realized a lot of what I wear is a direct reinterpretation of clarissa outfits: high-waisted everything, crazy tights (or in her case, leggings), colorful cardigans and vests, sequins, random t-shirts with skirts, headbands, hoop earrings....the list goes on.

bitch kills it every time. I'd love to know who was the stylist for this show, but there is no deets on the dvd for costume design. carrie bradshaw is sort of like a grown-up clarissa as well.

creep alert jr: while looking for clarissa pics I stumbled upon a trove of clarissa fan fic. fans will recall the show ended when clarissa left to pursue her dream newspaper job. the fan fic picks up with her new life in the city. I guess this makes more sense than the darkwing duck fanfiction I found earlier this month....

HEY! if you like MIDI's then click here for a bonkers MIDI versh of the Clarissa Explains It All (or CEIA for those who like obsessive fan internet acronyms) theme song!

most dangerous movies #2

another movie off of the 25 most dangerous list:
Dancer in the Dark (2000)


dancer in the dark is one of those movies that either makes you lose all faith in the entire human race and shove your head in the oven, OR, reignites your wonder of all the beauty in the world and reminds you that the meaning of life is simply that it ends. therefore, this movie is great! not many flicks can illicit that kind of duel emotional response. it makes you angry, sad, and then angry again.

on the outside, this could appear to be another tale of a weaker-willed character struggling against all the evil in the world, but I see it as so much more. DITD combines elements of documentary-esque storytelling/cinematography, straight drama, and of course musical. oh and bjork in the lead actress, and the one doing the most of the singing. oh hai, BJORK. only a woman responsible for some of the most quirky, unpredictable and enchanting music ever could pull off selma. sure, chicago is a musical (and a decent one at that), but this is cut from an entirely different cloth. somehow, bjork manages to make even industrial music seem soft and lit from within.



I don't know wtf this picture is but it makes me laugh......NEWAYZ

a quick synopsis from imdb:
Dancer in The Dark tells the story of a single mother, Selma Jezková (Björk), a Czech immigrant living in Washington State (though shot in Sweden) with her her son, Gene Jezek (Vladica Kostic). They live in a trailer on the property of town policeman Bill Houston (David Morse). Selma and her friend Kathy, whom she nicknames Cvalda (Deneuve), work at a factory and go to the local cinema together to watch Hollywood musicals. Selma is pursued by a timid coworker, Jeff (Peter Stormare). She suffers from a congenital eye disease which is gradually causing her to go blind. She is saving all her money in a tin can to pay for an operation which will prevent Gene from suffering the same affliction. Selma frequently falls into reveries involving elaborate musical theater numbers. When Bill steals all of her savings, Selma Björks out (with the help of a gun), seeking her own justice in a corrupt world.

I don't really have any negative criticisms of this film, which is very unlike me. I love that bjork was totally emotionally drained after her role, because bitch killed it.

the director, lars von trier, founded this filmmaking style called dogma 95: "the goal of the dogma collective is to purify filmmaking by refusing expensive and spectacular special effects, postproduction modifications and other gimmicks. The emphasis on purity forces the filmmakers to focus on the actual story and on the actors' performances"....

so apparently the handheld camera and other lo-fi techniques are part of this master plan. this type of filmmaking definitely fits in with the marxist tones of DITD (seriously, reread your abridged marx theory and compare folks, shit is next levs).

watch dancer in the dark if nothing else than for bjork's performance. she's in company with bowie as one of the few musicians who can also act.

5/5 stars!

real quick.....

watching the golden globes right now,

bruce springsteen just accepted his award for best song, from the wrestler,

bitch wanted the boss to go offstage to do god knows what, but oh know, he just walks back down the stairs and back to his seat in the audience. oh and also gave a shout out to beloved saxophone banger clarence clemens.

shit is next levs.

I mean that's why he's the boss, and you're just that guy from entourage.