Friday, January 28, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Booze, Women, and Football: Reassuring My Manhood
In anticipation of the Super Bowl I went out and bought a sixer of Old Milwaukee and designated it "Super Bowl Beer." DO NOT TOUCH. I know the Big Game isn't for another week-and-a-half, but I couldn't wait. Whatever else might occur during that day, the beer situation will be taken care of.
The real challenge, of course, will be summoning the self-control to sit on that beer for 10 days. No drinky.
And why Old Milwaukee? Proximity-wise it's the closest in-stock thing I could find to Green Bay booze. One-hundred-and-twenty miles ain't bad.
They've got some sort of special edition pin-up girl can design, so if you're put off by the piss taste, all is not lost.
I wonder which of these vintage ladies now actually refers to themselves as Old Milwaukee.
So anyway, uh, collect them all. Especially if you're the kind of person who collects beer cans with women on them. Man, I hope you're not the kind of person who collects beer cans with women on them.
Speaking of classy vintage things (and women, of course), Martina Topley-Bird has one of those sweet classy vintage voices suitable for lounges, lounging, and lazing. She has been featuring on various other artist's work, including the Gorillaz and Massive Attack, so maybe you've heard her soft passionate crooning without even realizing. I like it.
So kick back, spin some Topley-Bird, crack open a can covered with artwork of minimally-clothed ladies modeled after women who are now old and dead, and consider carefully how much cash you're going to lose when you put your money on the Pittsburgh Steelers.
Martina Topley-Bird - "Poison" (via Insound.com)
The real challenge, of course, will be summoning the self-control to sit on that beer for 10 days. No drinky.
And why Old Milwaukee? Proximity-wise it's the closest in-stock thing I could find to Green Bay booze. One-hundred-and-twenty miles ain't bad.
They've got some sort of special edition pin-up girl can design, so if you're put off by the piss taste, all is not lost.
I wonder which of these vintage ladies now actually refers to themselves as Old Milwaukee.So anyway, uh, collect them all. Especially if you're the kind of person who collects beer cans with women on them. Man, I hope you're not the kind of person who collects beer cans with women on them.
Speaking of classy vintage things (and women, of course), Martina Topley-Bird has one of those sweet classy vintage voices suitable for lounges, lounging, and lazing. She has been featuring on various other artist's work, including the Gorillaz and Massive Attack, so maybe you've heard her soft passionate crooning without even realizing. I like it.
So kick back, spin some Topley-Bird, crack open a can covered with artwork of minimally-clothed ladies modeled after women who are now old and dead, and consider carefully how much cash you're going to lose when you put your money on the Pittsburgh Steelers.
Martina Topley-Bird - "Poison" (via Insound.com)
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Dead Tired, Dead and Tired
It's the worst... THE WORST... when I'm using the bathroom and the baby, who is supposed to be taking a nap, starts crying.
"I'll be right there, I'll be right there, I'll be... gimme four minutes."
Fortunately she's usually in a good mood when she wakes up. Those are not genes inherited from me. I am in an awful mood when I wake up. I often put off going to bed just because I know I'll have to wake up, and as awesome as sleep is, it's just not worth being yanked from it. However, studies have shown reduced sleeping can lead to an early death, and some scientist have even postulated that you can die from outright not sleeping at all.
Sometimes I'd rather be dead than to wake up,
especially if I have to go to work in the morning.
"I'll be right there, I'll be right there, I'll be... gimme four minutes."
Fortunately she's usually in a good mood when she wakes up. Those are not genes inherited from me. I am in an awful mood when I wake up. I often put off going to bed just because I know I'll have to wake up, and as awesome as sleep is, it's just not worth being yanked from it. However, studies have shown reduced sleeping can lead to an early death, and some scientist have even postulated that you can die from outright not sleeping at all.
Sometimes I'd rather be dead than to wake up,
especially if I have to go to work in the morning.
Monday, January 24, 2011
I Don't Want To Hurt You, I Just Want To Love You
I have an unexplainable and inexcusable love for italo disco. I don't know why. I don't dance. I don't go to Eurotrash clubs. I'm not a DJ. I don't mix. I'm not even Italian.
I just like those thin tinny beats, those curious accents, and those swooping sonic sounds digested and regurgitated by that misguided decade we call the 1980s.
Here's the video for "Spacer Woman" by Charlie. The video was released in 1983 and is as bad as you think it is, perhaps worse. But the song... holy smokes, that song. Infectious as a brain-eating virus. Stuck in my head until the day I die.
The last minute is especially groove-a-riffic. Disco-tacular. Something-something.
I first heard this song as part of a Johan Agebjorn mix. You might know Agebjorn as the Sally Shapiro guy. Sally Shapiro is the Sally Shapiro girl. Sally Shapiro is not Sally Shapiro's real name. Sally Shapiro is Swedish Italo Disco. She sings in English and French, but not in Swedish or Italian. CONFUSED? I'm just here for the music.
There are a whole bevy of Agebjorn mixes on his website (the one in question is called "We Go All Night Long"), and they're all quite excellent. So are the Sally Shapiro tunes.
These are my gateway drugs.
I just like those thin tinny beats, those curious accents, and those swooping sonic sounds digested and regurgitated by that misguided decade we call the 1980s.
Here's the video for "Spacer Woman" by Charlie. The video was released in 1983 and is as bad as you think it is, perhaps worse. But the song... holy smokes, that song. Infectious as a brain-eating virus. Stuck in my head until the day I die.
The last minute is especially groove-a-riffic. Disco-tacular. Something-something.
I first heard this song as part of a Johan Agebjorn mix. You might know Agebjorn as the Sally Shapiro guy. Sally Shapiro is the Sally Shapiro girl. Sally Shapiro is not Sally Shapiro's real name. Sally Shapiro is Swedish Italo Disco. She sings in English and French, but not in Swedish or Italian. CONFUSED? I'm just here for the music.
There are a whole bevy of Agebjorn mixes on his website (the one in question is called "We Go All Night Long"), and they're all quite excellent. So are the Sally Shapiro tunes.
These are my gateway drugs.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Gladiators Readaaaay...
I want Thom Yorke and that guy from Snow Patrol to face each other in a twitch-off. The winner, in addition to receiving a lifetime supply of muscle relaxants, gets a spot next to Joe Cocker in the Twitchy Hall of Fame.
I also want it to be refereed by Martha Wainwright.
I also want it to be refereed by Martha Wainwright.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Preamble
Once again, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, I'm back in the blogosphere.
For how long, I don't know. Until I get bored. Until I forget.
Because nothing's more boring than writing about writing (or typing about typing) I'll explain this briefly.
Personal blog: yes. Latest in a whole line of them, actually. There are years' worth of archived internet journal entries about me whining about me, and maybe one awful day I'll go back and parse through them in a whining internet journal entry of its own. But I've been on a lengthy personal blog hiatus (which I blame on a new busy job, a new busy baby, and brainless one-liner Twitter/Facebook updates) and am I finally fed up with my lack of output.
BUT
I want to do something different.
You'll immediately notice (or will once I point it out to you) that I've stopped crapping all over e.e. cummings' ALL LOWER-CASE ALL THE TIME writing style and have decided to re-embrace basic elementary English rules. Whoopty shiz.
More importantly, the focus is going to be slightly skewed. I'm going to incorporate the music-ness of the music blog I once maintained with the me-ness of the me blogs I've always maintained.
Result?
MUSIC
&
ME
You can't hate 'em both.
Are you down?
Like, with it?
Are you down with it?
I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness - According to Plan [via Secretly Canadian]
For how long, I don't know. Until I get bored. Until I forget.
Because nothing's more boring than writing about writing (or typing about typing) I'll explain this briefly.
Personal blog: yes. Latest in a whole line of them, actually. There are years' worth of archived internet journal entries about me whining about me, and maybe one awful day I'll go back and parse through them in a whining internet journal entry of its own. But I've been on a lengthy personal blog hiatus (which I blame on a new busy job, a new busy baby, and brainless one-liner Twitter/Facebook updates) and am I finally fed up with my lack of output.
BUT
I want to do something different.
You'll immediately notice (or will once I point it out to you) that I've stopped crapping all over e.e. cummings' ALL LOWER-CASE ALL THE TIME writing style and have decided to re-embrace basic elementary English rules. Whoopty shiz.
More importantly, the focus is going to be slightly skewed. I'm going to incorporate the music-ness of the music blog I once maintained with the me-ness of the me blogs I've always maintained.
Result?
MUSIC
&
ME
You can't hate 'em both.
Are you down?
Like, with it?
Are you down with it?
I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness - According to Plan [via Secretly Canadian]
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