May is coming, everyone.
I think this song, Liz Phair's "May Queen," the closer of her underfuckingrated sophomore effort Whip-Smart (and it IS whip-smart,) does a good job defining that end of year, up all night confusion that finals bring on. "Got any what?" Although Liz is probably talking about fucking rock and roll would-bes like Nash Kato, and, I don't know, finding relief that she's not their only booty call? That WOULD be a relief.
"Don't be fooled by him he's fine.
Rock and roll Ken doll,
He's a national end-all,
He's an on and off friend of mine ...
Where have I been?
Got any what?
Who have I seen?
I spy a May queen.
You were miles above me,
Girls in your arms.
The changing of her majesty's guard is truly amazing.
Got any what?
Disease, hashish, a mind,
Do I have any what?
Where have I been?
Got any what?
Who have I seen?
I spy a May queen.
You were miles above me,
Girls in your arms.
You could have planted a farm
With all of them hay-seeds...."
-Liz Phair (knows that May is coming.)
And here's a bonus. "Polyester Bride."
14.4.10
'Lost' is awk
Loving the last season of "Lost" but one thing is bothering me. Every time a character interacts with Smoky/Not-Locke/Man in Black, I just feel like they're dancing around a MAJOR issue. Not-Locke is always talking about how he wants to leave the island and the rest of the cast (Richard, aside) is just nervously going along with the plan. Not-Locke HAS to know something is up, right? Like, his followers are totally dragging their feet on this "we're going to take the Ajira plane off the island" thing.
All they have to tell him is "Dude. Leaving the island sounds great and all and we want to help you out, but everyone else says you're THE absolute evil that will destroy the world and if you get off the island it will be the end of everything, or whatever... So I guess what we're trying to say is, like, good luck or whatever, we can't help you out anymore. The whole cork/wine thing..." Is that so hard?!
All they have to tell him is "Dude. Leaving the island sounds great and all and we want to help you out, but everyone else says you're THE absolute evil that will destroy the world and if you get off the island it will be the end of everything, or whatever... So I guess what we're trying to say is, like, good luck or whatever, we can't help you out anymore. The whole cork/wine thing..." Is that so hard?!
11.4.10
Wolf Party
Those wolf mechanics banging, indeed.
Class presentations
Insert easily drawn parallels between these two clips:
Ugh nevermind, clip is nowhere to be found. Jeff and Pierce's zany Spanish presentation on Community 102. Just watch this instead:
Ugh nevermind, clip is nowhere to be found. Jeff and Pierce's zany Spanish presentation on Community 102. Just watch this instead:
How do you fight it? We started our own radio station.
I will never forgive the teens and tweens of Noggin's target audience. They made a decision during the early double- zeroes: trashy composite sketches of a parent's worst nightmare or clever kids living the "making something out of abs. nothing in the suburbs"-dream. These, the teens weened on MTV's Laguna Screech and the post-90s Real World ("A number of different people in a house doing abs. nothing productive. Let the drama begin!") wanted something like the new MTV but packaged for middle school.
And, actually, that was it: The Big D. Drama. (I'm going to start using we, because I am not excluded, being that I was a tween/teen in the early aughts.) We, for some reason, wanted to look into an awful sort-of mirror every Friday night. And, for awhile, it was fun... until this point of "I no longer know who the fuck I am supposed to have empathy for." Radio Free Roscoe was a respite from/foil to Degrassi: The Next Generation's batshit fucking insanity. Both did have golden nuggets of realism buried in some (brilliant) middle-aged writer's vision of teenagedom.
RFR's of course was much more generous: marginalized, "voiceless" high schoolers will, enterprisingly, find their voice. It entertains me to no end and comes as no surprise that it sprung from the same mind that spawned The Adventures of Pete and Pete. And watching it, I get this kind of embarrassing sense of physically being uplifted (see also: listening to an especially funny Earles and Jensen call, or Rasputin Secret Police's "The Sacred Cup.")
Fine line between precious and awesome. I dunno. That's all I have to say about that for now.
And, actually, that was it: The Big D. Drama. (I'm going to start using we, because I am not excluded, being that I was a tween/teen in the early aughts.) We, for some reason, wanted to look into an awful sort-of mirror every Friday night. And, for awhile, it was fun... until this point of "I no longer know who the fuck I am supposed to have empathy for." Radio Free Roscoe was a respite from/foil to Degrassi: The Next Generation's batshit fucking insanity. Both did have golden nuggets of realism buried in some (brilliant) middle-aged writer's vision of teenagedom.
RFR's of course was much more generous: marginalized, "voiceless" high schoolers will, enterprisingly, find their voice. It entertains me to no end and comes as no surprise that it sprung from the same mind that spawned The Adventures of Pete and Pete. And watching it, I get this kind of embarrassing sense of physically being uplifted (see also: listening to an especially funny Earles and Jensen call, or Rasputin Secret Police's "The Sacred Cup.")
Fine line between precious and awesome. I dunno. That's all I have to say about that for now.
10.4.10
What is not to love about this video?
Well, considering it features Britt Daniel and Janet Weiss performing together on the same stage, there is abs. nothing to not love, only love love love forever. Let me marry this video.
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