Oh my goodness gracious, what have I done re: Staraoke
Oh and then there was a time a few days ago when we went and oh what happened then
I was originally going to do "Son of My Father" in the style of Chicory Tip third, but the disc didn't work proper.
They just added "Baker Street" to the book and next time we go, I'm totally doing it. Totally totally totally.
Did you know Chris' birthday is on 6/7? You need to clear your calendar for Staraoke like immediately.
xoxo
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Things I'm wondering right now:
*I REMEMBER! It was why no Ismail Merchant obits were mentioning the majesty and wonder and sheer awesomeness that is Slaves of New York. Oh man. Hated the book, love love love the movie.
Tonight I surpassed 20,000 songs on my iTunes and didn't even notice it. I'm tired. Through forensic analysis, It appears song #20,000 was "Non-Stop to Brazil" by Astrud Gilberto, from The Shadow of Your Smile (1964). Yay Astrud Gilberto.
I was all set to make a big post, but then I launched ecto and it told me there was an update, so I updated and lost all will to post. UNTIL NOW.
Basically, I'm excited because there's a new Saint Etienne single coming out, and it's here. It's great. It's all about courting death while you're walking home, which is fantastic. "Got cash in my pocket to last the weekend/ And I got features I quite like and don't mind keeping." Sarah's driving a white Mini in the video. It's like some kind of sign!
See, I decided the thing to keep me working is the promise that I might make enough money to buy a Mini. A pepper white Mini Cooper S with black stripes. That is my vision and my motivation.
Also, I have no idea if there's just crazy crime around here, or maybe I just notice it more because I have to deal with it at work on a daily basis. Living in NYC I guess I never paid it much mind, because if it wasn't like completely brutal, it didn't make the news and I never heard about it? Like I'd hear about the homeless dude who smacked people over the head with bricks, or the serial hypo stabbings, or when all those people got murdered at Wendy's and Primal Scream dedicated a song to them when they played at Hammerstein Ballroom.
But here, random fondlings? Bank robberies? Dudes on BMX bikes robbing people on their front lawns at gunpoint? That's everyday stuff everywhere and I think hmm, how strange. Then again, I actually have to pay attention to local crime every day now, so I suppose my views have become a little distorted.
Anyway, this ties into the new Saint Etienne song because I was just thinking about all the dangerous-walking-home scenarios in my life, like riding home on the subway and walking back to my apartment plastered at 4 a.m., alone, and the only time I ever felt threatened was that time the sidewalk was paved with rats like I'd walked into the Secret of NIMH.
I don't feel threatened around here, but should I be? I don't know. I probably should have constantly felt threatened when I was in New York, but when you take the M96 from First Avenue to Broadway in the middle of the night enough times, you begin to think you're immune to everything.
That's kind of what the song is about, I guess. OK. That's what I was trying to get to.
Anyway, this all becomes fascinating when you take into account that some woman got sexually assaulted last week in the middle of the day around Marquette and 8th Street, which is basically the Minneapolis equivalent of raping someone in the middle of Rockefeller Center in broad daylight. It's ludicrous.
Plus double plus, who wants to go near Marquette in the first place? Every other entryway is a frigging parking garage thruway. You will get mowed the F over. Also, the sidewalk is about three feet wide. Give me a break.
Now, what makes this SUPER hilarious is that Metro Transit, or the City, or whatever, decided they're starting this new "experiment" where they're no longer running buses on Nicollet Mall between 6:30 and 11 p.m. on weekdays! Which is perfect timing, you know, because I actually like to take the bus because a) I'm lazy and b) if I walk across town I'll end up buying more shoes at Saks Off Fifth~~~. But that's my own personal problem -- just think of all the hot fun criminal opportunities opening up for everyone else to contend with.
Oh wait, here's the explanation about the bus shutdown business:
It is a test -- designed at the request of the City of Minneapolis and the downtown business community -- to see if the heart of the city could become even more livable by shifting buses to other streets.
I'm supposed to get out of work at 6, but I usually don't, or CAN'T, therefore I'm not able to hop a crosstown bus by 6:30. Therefore my options, if I'm not walking, would be to bus crosstown on Hennepin or on Marquette. Hahaha what?
It's not as bad as all that really -- I just wanted to make that map.
I really should have put little danger skulls around Gaviidae and Marshall Field's, but that would have taken too much effort. (I'm not shopping at Neiman Marcus anymore. We have "issues". You know, "Not putting merchandise in the customer's bag after the customer pays for it" issues.)
Hey look! I made my post after all.
Did you know Crow II is running again? He's right here and he says hi.
We were just watching "Numbers," sorry, "NUMB3RS," from a couple of weeks back and Ethan Embry was on it and holy moly, what happened?
When did he get so ... beefy? And so BALD?! Crazy.
I'm at least hopeful his Drowning Pool facial hair was "for the role."
Stand Clear of the Closing Wednesday One-liners (Overheard in New York)
How much do you want to bet Fred Durst wrote his crappy "Revelations" dialogue himself.
P.S. KARE 11, way to go Einsteins for showing all those cop killings on the day the entire metro shuts down for a policeman's funeral. Shame shame shame shame shame!
I need to do this more often. I need to start doing RBRT again. I need to keep carrying this laptop around where ever I go until all of this becomes like uh, I just sit around here in bed typing and not actually watching anything on TV.
My eMac, Crow II, he's a little unhappy right now. I guess he is jealous of SOL and he kind of stopped working for the time being. Poor Crow II. He's beyond help and I think we have to bring him to a so-called Genius Bar where all the young nerds and skinhead lesbians will say "Uhhh" and eventually figure out to try everything we've already tried, including our own patience har har. Poor Crow II though. He's too young to be going through this.
Tiger didn't do him in, incidentally. I think he just has a bad allergic reaction to something. Poor Crow II.
Do you watch "The Contender"? Love it. Love it. Love it. So awesome.
I am so bored with everyone on American Idol I can't even be bothered to say anything about it. I can't believe it's practically over already. "I'll start writing about it next week ... ohh."
It's raining out right now and it is so awesome.
Speaking of awesome, I found the awesomest thing today. Check it out check it out, National Weather Service RSS feeds for watches and warnings and forecasts and I'm obsessed.
Next we should get a NOAA Weather Radio and make Paul proud.
WTF is CBS making a fake Project Runway with eew, Tommy Hilfiger.
This laptop business is frigging handy. No wonder Crow II is upset.
