In order of best-ness ( Read more... )

This one goes out to all you motherfuckers in the mosh pit.

You know what time it is?

It's time to FUCK SHIT UP!

Dear Journal,

This is what I think about music from 2005, and my opinion really matters.

GOOD:

Antony & the Johnsons - "I Am A Bird Now" - This album would be literally perfect except for the guest vocalists. His first album made you feel like it was just you and Antony, with him lisping his words for your ear and your ear alone. This time, I ( Read more... )

...cuz I'm cryin' for you, dear.

I thought this was funny. Until I actually watched all the videos. And... well, it's still funny, but at the same time it's depressing. Because these guys aren't joking. And on top of it, George Bush was right, while France was most definitely wrong. (Incidentally, Zell Miller was right, in case you were ( Read more... )

Dear Journal,

I guess this video is old news, but... holy crap. It's new to me.

http://www.mtvasia.com/Feature/Special/Gunther/

Fuck, I like to bike. In lieu of Montreal, I biked until I damn near shat myself. Saturday was spent exploring Prospect Park and Fort Green Park. And reading in the park, under a tree. I'd been told you could do that, but until Saturday I hadn't ever tried. And I'm glad I did. I recommend it. Sunday, however, I for some reason decided to ( Read more... )

Vacation was awesome. I more or less did nothing, and it was some of the best time I've spent in a while. Went to the beach, went to vineyards, bought some sorely-needed clothes, hung around Brooklyn... swell, swell, swell. Lookin' forward to my next vacation (which thankfully is quite soon ( Read more... )

Yay for me being on vacation next week. I'm not going anywhere on vacation, and I'm pleased as punch. (Donkey-punch, that is.)

Nay for the humid, awful weather. It best not be like this next week.

Yay for truffle oil. Drizzle just the tiniest amount on a bowl of Annie's, and it goes from shells & cheese to shells in Tuscan-style cream-and- ( Read more... )

Fucked up! (See the Minor Threat headline.) My inner punk-rock child is totally pissed right now.

I fuckin totally got new jeans the other day. And I got a hair cut. Which is grand, because my hair was stupid and I've been wearing the same pair of torn jeans for a month straight, and I was starting to look like an extra from Beverly Hills 90210. Which might sound cool, but trust me, it wasn't. I'm especially psyched about the jeans, because ( Read more... )