Entries from August 2007
Word to the wise
One should never underestimate my ability to listen to Van Halen’s “Jump” six times in a row.
Read moreMy favorite debate
Westernerds are arguing about the meaning of the line I ain’t very good but I get practice by myself. I am firmly in the masturbation camp.
Read moreTired of waiting for the point
Months ago, or maybe even years, the Vodo and I had a conversation about books. It went something like this:
Vodo: I only read short stories.
Me: WHAT?
Vodo: It’s what I write. I just feel like each one has so much I can learn from.
Me: You’re a whack-job loony, novels are the bomb.
While I will not back [...]
The two reasons I haven’t felt so swell today
This is poutine. Dana, our Canuckian member of Rock & Roll Bookclub, made it for us last night. In case you can’t tell from the picture poutine consists of French fries, cheese curds, and gravy (though in Canada they make it with special ‘poutine sauce’). Clearly, Canada can teach a thing or two about junk [...]
Read moremmm, Pad Thai
The speed of which I can convince my co-workers to eschew their healthy, packed lunches in favor of greasy Thai food because I have a hangover is absolutely mind boggling.
Read moreWhat’s the buzz? I’ll tell you what’s happening
Sometimes my married friends and sisters will express envy regarding my glamorous single life. They long for the days where they could do whatever they want, whenever they want without consulting anyone.
I can totally see why. Because you know what I’ve done so far on this glorious late-summer day? Grocery shopped, came home to dine [...]
I’ll blow your nose, then I’ll blow your mind
I synced up Eurydice this morning so I could have the new podcasts of The New Yorker and “This American Life” for my commute. It was then that I learned that I had listened to that damn New Pornographers’ album twenty-six times. “Go Places” rocketed to the top of my Top 25 Most Played list [...]
Read moreMy favorite thing
You wanna know my absolute favorite thing about Paul Westerberg.net? It’s how Wolfdogg posts a different version of Can’t Hardly Wait every week.
Read moreLetting down popular musicians
Went changing to try to please Billy Joel. Total fiasco.
Read moreA heart should always go one step too far
It has been ages since I’ve waxed psychotic about Carl Newman or The New Pornographers. So, in honor of their new album,“Challengers” a little spoojing is in order.
First of all, the album is really fucking good. You should go buy it right now. You will not regret the purchase.
However, there is a [...]
When a Jeff Tweedy sex dream goes bad
Yeah, the dream last night involved me being chosen to go party with Jeff Tweedy and Wilco at their hotel after the Wilco concert.
When we got to the hotel Jeff Tweedy asked me if I wanted to take a bath with him and I was all, “HELL YES.”
So I disrobed and slipped into the [...]
On irony and cleaning supplies
Okay, let me get this out of the way first. I am afraid of heights. Go ahead, laugh. Everyone seems to find this eensy bit of irony the utmost in hilarity. Yes, yes the 6′5″ woman is afraid of heights. Hardee-har-har. I’ve been over this before.
The height thing was a topic of conversation at Hell, [...]
Mike Doughty’s Golden Delicious photo shoot
Gah. If I were capable of getting hard ons, this would induce them.
Read moreRock and roll thighs
My thighs hurt from playing too much Guitar Hero. How sad is that? I have discovered after playing roughly ten hours of Guitar Hero this weekend (on two separate nights at two different venues) that I have developed my very own rock-n-roll stance, and it’s tough on the thighs.
Unlike my sisters and friends, I cannot [...]
Slowing down
I’ve got nothing to say. I am not sure what’s wrong with me. This doesn’t happen too often, but there it is. Everything I try to say comes out as annoying and forced, and this makes me frustrated. So do you just shut it and give up or do you try to push on even [...]
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