Friday, January 10th, 2003
I was going through my web referrer logs a little while ago, and was surprised to see a hit from Playboy Enterprises. Visions of nubile young women in bunny ears and swimsuits huddled around a laptop in the grotto, giggling over my witty and urbane musings on music and life, pranced through my head. Then Hef showed up and things went downhill from there.
But it raises the question – what do people who work at porn companies surf for on the internet when no one else is looking?
np – Superdrag / Regretfully Yours
Thursday, January 9th, 2003
So walking to rehearsal tonight : it’s almost white-out conditions. In just under a block and a half, I am covered completely and utterly in the dandruff of the gods. The scene is so at odds with the soundtrack on my headphones, Luna’s Romantica, a summer album if ever there was one, that I actually laugh out loud. I am in a good mood.
So at rehearsal tonight : It’s just the three of us, as always. I install my new Z-Vex power plate on the Fuzz Factory, works like a charm. No more batteries in my rig! Huzzah. We actually get a fair bit of work done on two new songs – one a skeletal loop-based affair which I’ve decided to just do five minutes of background squall in, and a simple little country number for which I need to brush up on my chicken-picking and remember how to play 6ths’ without thinking too hard. Good fun. But we still need to find a drummer…
So on the way home from rehearsal tonight : The snow has tapered off and once again, it’s all slush. But this time, the slush on the roadways has been caked down into a super-hard and super-slippery uber-slush. I do not know this, and as I run to catch a streetcar, I wipe out in grand fashion. The right side of my pants is initially covered and snow and slush, and when that melts, is just WET. I landed on my side wrong and *that’s* all sore too. Whee. Oh well, I meant to wash these pants tonight anyway. And you know what? I’m soaked, it’s cold out, my side aches and I’m still in a good mood. Lord only knows why, but I’ll go with it.
My nomination for best domain name of the year : dubyadubyadubya.com
Snarky little article at Slate – The Return Of Mope Rock. Someone got beat up by some dude with a Flock Of Seagulls haircut when he was a kid…
np – Luna / Romantica
Thursday, January 9th, 2003
I think the site speaks for itself.
Real Ultimate Power.
np – Death Cab For Cutie / The Photo Album
Wednesday, January 8th, 2003
Here’s the skinny on the Uncle Tupelo reissues, out on March 11. Looks to be remastering, about a half-dozen bonus tracks on each album and extensive liner notes from noted rock scribes.
Picked up the trade paperback for Y – The Last Man tonight. It’s the new flagship Vertigo title now that Preacher is done. The premise of the title is that everything bearing a Y chromosone in the world suddenly dies, with the exception of one Yorick Brown. The paperback collects issues 1 to 5 and the series is only on issue 6, so hopefully they’ll keep publishing the collections but a month or two behind as I’d like to keep up with things but don’t want to be buying any more individual issue comics than I currently am.
I’m leafing through a University of Waterloo Engineering alumnus magazine that had been sitting in the junk mail pile for maybe months… there’s a Class of ’99 reunion set for June 5, 2004. How fascinating. I must be sure to forget to go.
np – Beachwood Sparks / Once We Were Trees
Wednesday, January 8th, 2003
In lieu of anything interesting to say, I am posting some wonderful Mountain Goats lyrics. It’s even better in song – get Tallahassee. Nuff said.
“I hope that our few remaining friends
Give up on trying to save us
I hope we come up with a failsafe plot
To piss off the dumb few that forgave us
I hope the fences we mended
Fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit
I hope it’s already too late
And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
Someday burns down
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
And I never come back to this town
Again in my life
I hope I lie and tell everyone you were a good wife
And I hope you die
I hope we both die
I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it’s darkest before the sun rises
We’re pretty sure they’re all wrong
I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn’t over
And I hope you blink before I do
Yeah I hope I never get sober
And I hope when you think of me years down the line
You can’t find one good thing to say
And I’d hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You’d stay the hell out of my way
I am drowning There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
And I hope you die
I hope we both die”
— John Darnielle, “No Children”
np – The Mountain Goats / Tallahassee
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