Is there any song that is less Goth than The Cure's "Why Can't I Be You?" I think Artie Shaw and his Orchestra recorded darker melodies than that peppy little show tune. Great song to get the morning started though, if not in a moodily poetic fashion ( Read more... )

Being on hold with music has reminded me of this question: what DID Billy Joe McAllister throw off the Tallahatchee bridge the week before himself?

Wanna see some mindblowingly awful advertising? Yes, you do! I actually am a jaded jackass who has spent a lot of time looking at a lot of hee hee-titties advertising on the television and in the magazine, plus I get eyeroll-y about lowballing the term "misogyny" to cover garden variety asshattedness, but this is something really unique. It was ( Read more... )

So this time of year, the pigeons hop around on my building's balconies. This has caused great excitement with Guapo, who spends many the morning running between the window in the office and the door leading out to the balcony to, essentially, bark at the pigeons. He considers this a joint enterprise when I am at the computer - it is my ( Read more... )

Film fanning around: If you are in proximity to me for an extended amount of time, I will probably make you watch "A Matter of Life and Death" with me. I just made my husband watch it with me last night. It is as enthralling, strange and visually sumptuous as the Powell/Pressburger films are wont to be, with a great deal more humor than, say, " ( Read more... )

I received an email today from my apartment building's management informing me that the crepe restaurant directly across the street (not down the block, not catty-corner, not more than ten paces door to door) is offering free delivery to our address. Well, my goodness ( Read more... )

The high intensity discharge lights washed the steel vault in an antiseptic glow. Cold gray walls as thick as the armor of a battleship. Each man had his own reason for being there, that night. Yet they all shared one common interest. When the last seal on the door had been cracked, their treasure was revealed. The Slanket, in Castlerock Grey ( Read more... )

ADAM LAMBERT BITCHES ( Read more... )

Who ordered the season of American Idol with extra Jesus? Are there small towns, a la the one Kevin Bacon shook up in Footloose, where music and hip gyrations are forbidden? Only there's a loophole if you're willing to reconfigure your performance of 70's lite rock as praise ministry or worshipful pastorism? And those are the only places that AI ( Read more... )

I really need to give a How to Riot Primer. For starters, use the Halloween protocol: go to the rich neighborhood. Just as they give better candy, they have better shit to fuck up to make your point. Also that is where The Man and The Man's friends are likely to reside. Not in your sad, pissed-off broke-ass neighborhood where your neighbors and ( Read more... )