I'll Bring the Ouija, You Bring the Beer

Seance anyone? I've been feeling like channeling the spirits this All Hallows Eve; but only the angry, severely depressed, or dangerously narcissistic ones. It just wouldn't be a fun Halloween with Mother Teresa's ghost haunting me. She might tell me to do something productive with my life. Talk about Debbie Downer.

Bringing back the dead is one subject not to be taken lightly... only after much pot smoking can one truly get to the heart of the matter. And so tonight in honor of this amazing holiday I've granted myself the power to bring back 3 deceased celebrities. The only rule being that no one can be chosen for serious or pretentious reasons i.e. "I'd bring so and so back so we could have a heart to heart about their most famous publication." Snooze-fest. I'm only allowed to bring back the following people for one night of specified debauchery. I'm not into necrophilia, so no they can't stay the night.

LTK's Formal Guestlist
Arisen 2007 Houseparty

1. Joe Strummer - Musical genius, punk rock God, Pin-up material. Joe was always about sticking it to the man, so tonight I'd expect nothing less. We'll be trick-or-treating without the treat at G Dub's house, leaving a flaming surprise on his front porch. We'll then proceed to smash Cheney's Jack-o-Lanterns, and egg Condie's house. Geez, I'm So Bored With the U.S.A.

2. Sylvia Plath. Talk about f*cked up. Plath has got to be the most tormented spirit my Ouija board will ever see. I figure if I can keep her head out of the oven for long enough we can call up all our ex-boyfriends (or for her, kids of kids of her exes) and make some of the most amazing crank calls in the history of Pacific Bell.

3. Pope JP the 2. Religious dead are the best kind. Why? Because they get to Heaven, hang out with God for awhile and realize that, like Gob from Arrested Development they've made "a huge mistake". An eternity in Heaven is a lot more boring then it sounds turns out; All the interesting people are in Hell. JP and I would proceed to set up a full reenactment of the Da Vinci Code for the new Vatican peeps to scratch their balding heads at. Meanwhile, we replace all their copies of the Bible with the Torah and set their homepages to feminist websites. Shalom.

Ta dah, a completely spiritual bash. Just add 2 parts liquor, 1 part reckless abandon and stir. Garnish with the following Halloween mix tape (plus Joe serenading me after pieing Robert Gates in the face) and you have it made for the perfect night of agnostic rebellion. Who's dusting off their tombstone to party with you?

The Mix Tape Holiday Series: Halloween V.1

Track Listing
1. Bobby Pickett - Monster Mash
2. Creedence Clearwater Revival - I Put a Spell on You
3. Nightmare Before Christmas - This is Halloween
4. Ghostbusters Theme
5. Michael Jackson - Thriller
6. The Eels - My Monster and Me
7. Band of Horses - Is There a Ghost
8. David Bowie - Magic Dance
9. Tegan & Sara - Walking With a Ghost
10. Disney - Heffalumps and Woozles
11. Spoon - The Ghost of You Lingers
12. Bush - Head Full of Ghosts
13. Gnarles Barkley - Boogie Monster
14. Damien Rice - Your Ghost
15. Imogen Heap - Getting Scared
16. Beck - Scarecrows

Transformers Don't Care About Black People

Okay before I get to why Kanye and Optimus Prime both have something to complain about, its time for another daily dish of WTF.

Today's WTF : Shitty rap music
So I keep pretty close tabs on the indie music scene by choice. And more unwillingly, I am subjected to the zeitgeist of the mainstream pop scene, through sheer force of advertising, word of mouth, and the use of itunes. Lets face it: we all have our guilty pleasures. I myself am a shameless fan of the train wreck that is Unfitney. But when did shitty rap music move beyond guilty once-in-awhile pleasure to chart-topping obsession? Why does the top ten on itunes make me want to vom every time I see it?

Hurricane Chris has left me more devastated than most natural disasters, T-Pain's "Buy U a Drink" has inadvertently made me both an alcoholic and a horrible scrabble contender, and I seem to have retained both back pain and acute bitterness for Soulja Boy and the very vague "Dat" which I am supposed to crank.

Heres what I've decided, shitty rap music (shrap music as I like to call it) is like a one-night stand. Dirty, Forgettable, and about 3 minutes and 30 seconds.... too long. There might be a reason why we like hearing "Crank That" when we are completely wasted at a party. Its for these same reasons that we might leave a bar with Smeegel's slightly less attractive twin. Alcohol is key; I'm pretty sure no other substance allows us to lower our standards so easily, unless you count Rufies, but even LTK isn't sick enough go there. Shrap music and spontaneous, unprotected sex - two things that feel good in the moment, but when reflected upon seem utterly foolish, irresponsible, and can leave us with pesky little bumps that won't go away.

My recommendation: hit it and quit it. Enjoy your dirty sexy moment with the latest Chingy single but throw that shit out the front door after minimal use. Make sure you're able to get some immediate gratification (we all deserve some) but as soon as you hit audio climax ban that mp3 from the premises. It's not marriage material - nothing you'll want to wife and buy you nice things. And use protection, seriously. I feel like I can get pregnant just from listening to a 50 Cent song.



So onto one of our favorite summer Blockbusters, "Transformers" and why/why not Michael Bay is a f*cking racist. Its not a new controversy, but since I just got around to watching the full movie, its new to me. And really who else matters?

It seems that many a protester take issue with black transformer Autobot Jazz, saying he is clearly a racist depiction of the stereotypical African-American male. After all he speaks using Ebonics and does an amazing breakdance routine, which we all know Optimus Prime could never touch. Theres also the fact that Jazz himself is a Pontiac Solstice, and there is a very cruel, racist joke about Pontiac's and African-American people (Pontiac stands for Poor Old N**** Thinks It’s A Cadillac). Jazz is the only Autobot to be sacrificed in the end of the movie, and many argue this is because he is black.

I believe the makers of Transformers are, at the very least, guilty of reinforcing both race and gender stereotypes at specific points in the movie. Though I haven't launched a hate mail campaign against Michael Bay; Fans of the classic Trans will agree than sans some ridiculous special effects a la Bay style, the new release channels many aspects of the original. And yet...

Some important details were changed or altered in the remake/new release. Jazz went from being a Porsche Turbo to a Pontiac Solstice. In the cartoon original Jazz was Optimus Prime's right hand man, a detail that is less pronounced, if at all in the film. Though fans of the original film know that Jazz's death is not a new plot point, in the older version of Transformers Jazz was not the only Autobot to perish. Even Optimus Prime himself meets a grizzly fate in the climactic ending, along with most of the entire Autobot clan.

My final word: Hollywood productions run rampant with racial, gender, even socioeconomic stereotypes. Entertainment is entertainment, and many times these inappropriate characterizations are emphasized to make an audience laugh. In my opinion they are marks of a lazy and unimaginative screenwriter/production team, who skip past true character development with stereotypes and shortcuts to get to the blowing shit up part. What can you do? This is a sensitive subject for many and I in no way want to mitigate that concern. I do however want to remind people what movie they are paying ten dollars to see, and now, twenty dollars to buy. If you're seeking a cinematic experience filled with truth, equality, and ethical principles then the big-budget remake of a childhood cartoon probably isn't the theater you should enter. If it pissed you off enough, boycott Michael Bay - you won't miss too many Oscar winners. Trust me.

LTK Recommends:
Ryan Gosling's Lars and the Real Girl
Patrick Fugit's Wristcutters: A Love Story

Albums to Write Home About

Besides obsessing about my newest Radiohead fix, I've spent much of the last week perusing my usual top 20 twenty music blogs. The message is clear: there an overwhelming amount of new (and QUALITY) releases flooding the music scene this moment. Sidenote: Is it wrong with all this great music surrounding me I'm still excited to hear the newest release (10/30) from guilty pleasure Britney Spears? Probably. But in the interest of complete honesty I must praise Brit Brit for taking shitty vocals, a synthesizer, and performing the crap out of both. Sans one VMA performance.

That being said, lets get to the paydirt. Audio Orgasms as I like to call them.
First off is actually an older release:

Audio Orgasm One
Animal Collective's Strawberry Jam
Released: September 11, 2007

Sounds Like: Grizzly Bear, Sunset Rubdown, Les Savy Fav

Climax Tracks: Fireworks, Derek, Peacebone



If you've been a fan of the quirky quartet since their 2000 inception then you've jammed along to their less accessible efforts Here Comes the Indian, (personal fav) Feels, and Hollinndagin. Fans of this genre-transcending band know that their music is both eclectic and uncomfortable, radical and familiar. Just as fans become accustomed to a particular effort, AC shocks us with something unexpected; transcultural, euphoric, technological, abstract, then direct.

A chamleon of a band, AC's newest, more mainstream effort Strawberry Jam is just as sweet as it sounds. Die-hards will once again be taken aback by the new mixture of synth ambiance and psychedelic vocals. And newcomers whose earlier impressions of AC efforts would include "cacophony of noise" or "rambling lyrics" might be pleasantly surprised with just how engaging and relatable this release is. That's not to say this album is easy listening. Like many-a-favorite album, Strawberry Jam has the ability to frustrate and confuse before enjoyment or appreciation can follow. However, if you like a small challenge this album is a MUST have. Though I can't say the album artwork makes me fire up the toaster, I will say this album satisfies the sweet tooth with more vigor and perseverance than any condiment ever could. Strawberry Jam has enough appeal to keep you entertained and enough substance to keep you curious on that inevitable 30th listen.


Audio Orgasm Two
Band of Horses, Cease to Begin
Released: October 9, 2007

Sounds Like: Matt Pond PA, Rogue Wave, Death Cab for Cutie, The Shins

Climax Tracks: No One's Gonna Love You, Windows Blues, Ode to LRC, Is There a Ghost, Marry Song

If you know me, you know I love this band. Maybe their humble Seattle beginnings give me a little of a hometown bias. Though its much more likely that my love affair with Ben Bridwell's vocals, being the longest and most committed relationship I've had, keeps their newest release on repeat. Ben draws repeated comparisons to My Morning Jacket singer Jim James. Another torrid love affair that I can't get into now. Don't want Ben getting jealous.

Though the band is really a baby in terms of musical heirarchy, it is obvious to fans that their music transcends only two releases. Ben, Creighton, and Rob have been around music for much longer than the four years they've played together. In fact, original founding members Ben and Matt Brooke, who left the band last year, were part of the now-deceased Carissa'a Weird before organizing the group that would catch critical acclaim and cult-like followers opening for Iron and Wine.

Cease to Begin has the similar ambiance and instrumentally haunting elements of its outstanding predecessor, Everything All the Time. The loss of Matt has effected neither the poignant lyrics or powerful vocals. And although some critics claim the album is less than thrilling, I think fans will be pleasantly surprised by the band's personal growth. I myself admit to feeling trance-like after Cease to Begin ceases. However, I must chastise those who were underwhlemed by this latest effort. Band of Horses has not only solidified their talent by conquering the ominous sophomore slump, but also surmounted a challenge many musicians fail at, adaptability. Despite losing a founding member, Band of Horses has remained true to their original sound and core audience, simultaneously incorporating new and pioneering sounds. Get back "Nay"- sayers, this band has enough Horsepower to take you to take you around the track infinitely.


Audio Orgasms Three - Six

• Stereophonics, Pull the Pin

Sounds Like: Bush, Jimmy Eat World, Kaiser Chiefs

Climax Track: It Means Nothing, Bank Holiday Monday

• Beirut, The Flying Club Cup

Sounds Like: Iron and Wine, Sunset Rubdown, Sufjan Stevens

Climax Tracks: La Banlieu, Nantes

• Boys Noize, Oi Oi Oi

Sounds Like: Justice, Digitalism

Climax Tracks: Lava Lava, Oh!

• Keane, Little Broken Words

Sounds Like: Mutemath, Snow Patrol, Josh Rouse

Climax Tracks: To the End of the World, Emily, What a Wonderful World


Stay tuned for Tomorrows Review (Surprise) and for a new mixtape in the LTK series!

In the meantime check out the latest LTK playlists to get "chosen" over at FIQL; both are currently displayed on the front page of the website.

Lounge Music

Old Favorites... New Light

Austa.

Muggles Gettin' Mad Cause I Got Me a Firebolt

Finally, a version of this song that doesn't make me want to gouge myself in the eardrum after 30 seconds. Unless you're living in a cave or Wentworth Miller's closet, you've probably become painfully familiar with Soulja Boy's "Crank That." It remains one of the top downloaded songs on iTunes, probably because of its progressive feminist views and its appreciation of the English language. I think the lyrical gem "supersoak that hoe" is my personally favorite. Here is a vid I found surfing YouTube. And yes I downloaded the complimentary mp3; its that ridiculous.

Harry Potter Crank That


Heres the amazing, yet still misogynistic HP Lyrics

Ahhh...
Harry Potter in that hoe
Watch me flying, watch me go
Watch me fight that Voldemort
Then stupefy that hoe

Harry Potter in this hoe
Dropping peeps down to the floor
Stupefy that hoe
Yeah, watch me crank that Dumbledore
Magical,
Now watch me curse
Cursin on them villains man
When I do that Crutcio I flick my wand and crank that thing
Now you...

I'm hexing on your witch ass
And when we get to doing I'll be jinxing on your witch ass
Catch me at your local Hogs Head,
On my head a lightning bolt
Muggles getting mad 'cause I got me a Firebolt

Blender, Getting Laid Can Help

Okay so I'm further procrastinating. Tomorrow brings yet another midterm, whose outcome has no bearing on my life other than the premature aging it provokes. Wrinkle lines will be with me long after the standard deviation of the comparison distribution.

Daily WTF: Blender Magazine
I'm not really sure who reads Blender Magazine besides wannabe potheads (posers who think pretending to smoke weed is actually cooler than throwing out 5 bucks for the experience) and Generations pre-Y who somehow think the publication is a link to the present music scene. Blender is essentially a collection of lists; 25 Greatest, 15 Worst ... blah blah numerated blah, in addition to crappy reviews and boring interest pieces. I mean a full length feature on Vanessa Carlton. Her? Most of the time I couldn't give a monkey's elbow what their latest issue is about. But when Blender, with their pompous criticism and arbitrary selection criteria, decided to include in their 40 Worst Lyricists in Rock History hometown favorite Ben Gibbard as #16, I feel slightly challenged. Peeved if you must.


Gibbard, the frontman for Death Cab for Cutie, Postal Service, and All Time Quarterback is undeniably talented. His songs are beautiful enough to generate mass appeal, but his lyrical stylings, which can only be called poetry cover everything from teenage love, to death, to childhood abuse and abandonment (see below). Although Plans seemed to take DCFC mainstream, they have an impressive resume; a solid body of work that includes Transaltancism, Something About Airplanes, The Photo Album, We Have the Facts and We're Voting Yes, not to mention a cultish fan base to rival the greats. I agree the emo scene has been exacerbated to all most unbearable proportions as of late. But mostly this trend has been propelled by lower-rate sideshow bands that fail to find something new or original to say in 10 tracks, let alone multiple albums. Ben's projects are different. In many ways he has redefined the modern indie music scene with poignant, yet relatable messages about love.

Personally I think the editors over at BlenSuck need to get laid more often. Their obvious animosity towards lyrics that express "dangerous" amounts of emotion can only mean one thing: someone's celibate, and not by choice. Click here to see the full article, thus proceeding to write I hate Blender mail. (Heads up to fans of Paul McCartney, Common, Anthony Kiedis, or Jim Morrison, they've also made the list.) I mean they put these artists, a former member of the Beatles for flips sake, in the same list as K "Popozzao" Fed. Hell freezing over as I speak.


Death Cab for Cutie, Styrofoam Plates
Lyrics by Ben Gibbard
There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes
I threw them to sea, but a gust blew them backwards
And the sting in my eyes that you then inflicted
Was par for the course just as when you were living

It's no stretch to say you were not quite a father
But a donor of seeds to a poor single mother
That would raise us alone, we never saw the money
That went down your throat through the hole in your belly

Thirteen years old in the suburbs of Denver
Standing in line for Thanksgiving dinner
At the Catholic church; the servers wore crosses
To shield from the sufferance plaguing the others
Styrofoam plates, cafeteria tables
Charity reeks of cheap wine and pity
And I'm thinking of you, I do every year
When we count all our blessings
And wonder what we're doing here

You're a disgrace to the concept of family
The priest won't divulge that fact in his homily
And I'll stand up and scream if the mourning remain quiet
You can deck out a lie in a suit but I won't buy it
I won't join in the procession that's speaking their peace
Using five dollar words while praising his integrity
And just because he's gone, it doesn't change the fact:
He was a bastard in life, thus a bastard in death

Tragedy; Only the talented can turn it into art.

I can only hope Blender employees start receiving free prostitution as part of their benefits package. Hey it could be constituted as a tax write-off; it really is charity in some cases.

Shame Knows No Who?

There are a few things in this world that can only be said after several nights of insomnia and following the unwise consumption of large amounts of sugar and/or caffeine. Things you should usually tar and feather my candy ass for. For instance, if I were to admit that Dave Matthews actually sounded good to me today when I turned on some nondescript radio station. Or the fact that I found myself choosing "Teams" after watching the latest episode of MTV's The Hills.

See, this is what happened to Eve in the Garden of Eden. She was probably up every night satisfying Adam's needs. Verbal needs of course; I know how men like to carry on about their feelings past 10. Up all night listening to Adam's latest "mommy didn't love me" diatribe, and those precious hours of sleep and sanity slipped through her divinely created fingers. Whats a girl to do? Concentrate on that shitty amount of beauty rest? I think not. Hallucinations, vivid dreams, the simulated effect of PCP is a more likely result. So yeah, a snake starts talking to you and offers you a pretty apple. I'd take it too. Most likely she hasn't eaten in a few days because Adam's insisting on her sticking with the anorexia so he can stand to look at her naked all day. You're tired. You're anemic. And you might have cracked a rib during one of your late-night "talking" sessions. Now wouldn't you take that apple?

As an avid fan of the classic, The Jungle Book, my thought process wouldn't be "Oh, a talking snake. Must be the devil." I think if you're honest with the Mogli inside yourself, you'd agree.

Understand her state of mind people. Its like going to buy a used car hungover, or trying to pay your bar tab at Senor Frogs after ten too many Jello shots on "Chicas Americanas" night. Duress duress duress. Celebs use that excuse all the time to back out of DUI, gun possession, even murder charges. And what is Eve if not the original, the most infamous paparazzi whore. I thought Britney had it bad for putting on five pounds, but look at the kind of press Eve got for eating a f*cking apple. I'm sure the tabloids in Paradise made a killing. Someone got the exclusive rights to "First woman eats apple: Could this mean the Fall of Man...handles?"

I realize this little rant is shamelessly critical of my own religion. But I mean, I pay my church dues; I've already got my ticket to Heaven. So not really. Although Jesus did tell me once that if I gave him a shoutout on my blog I'd see pearly gates. The worldwide web being the largest collection of sinners, as well as insecure, misguided youth seeking leadership on the planet. He wants to get his two Christian cents in before that crazy witch Tom Cruise finds out. So I said I'd think about it - corporate plugs really aren't my thing. And I'm glad to say both parties came to a mutually beneficial agreement. God gets one more advertisement for conversion and I get to plant the biggest appletree Heaven has never seen. Johnny Appleseed be damned.

No seriously I think he might be damned. God let it slip once.

Bump Right Now
The Go! Team: Grip Like a Vice


Songs You Should Be Listening to Today
Band of Horses - No One's Gonna Love You
Lupe Fiasco - Dumb it Down
Stars of Track and Field - With You
Deep Purple - Smoke on the Water
PlayRadioPlay! - Compliment Each Other Like Colors

Album to Go Out and Buy
Mavis Staples - We'll Never Turn Back

Quit Being a Bitch and But Tickets For
Blonde Redhead with Autolux
Thursday, October 25, 2007
The Wiltern
Doors: 8:00 pm | Show: 9:00 pm

Music: The Nasal-Friendly Addiction

So the only thing I can stand to write about now is music. My life is terribly uninteresting; if I was a paperback B & N would have dropped me in the bargain bin ages ago.

Music is my addiction. And if Hohan and Brit Brit's nasal activity can sell a few million tabloids, I figure my less scandalous drug of choice can attract a little notice. Until the day I'm taken to Promises or some place in the middle of who knows f*ck (Utah), I can support the habit. I'm sure they'll recognize the disorder in the DSM any day now.

If you haven't already experienced Radiohead's new album, In Rainbows, I really hope you are on crack. "Do more drugs Turtle. Seriously, do more drugs."
Because Radiohead doesn't work for "the man" anymore, they've made their new 10-track album a digital release, available for download off their website. Take the time to sluggishly move your index over a few clicks and download the album for next to nothing. Now. Not because Kid A or OK Computer were both radical masterpieces, or even because the genius that is Thom Yorke can make us uncomfortable with our existence in a few sparse but powerful lyrics. Buy this record because it marks the beginning of the end; the downfall for music as a corporation. Purchasing In Rainbows is like giving a huge middle finger to the record label execs who forced you to pay 13.99 for that shitty Beyonce cd. Offense intended B.
Lets face it, the world is full of pirated music. But is it any wonder we glorify pirates, or a lot of famous thieves for that matter? It's the whole stealing-from-the-rich-giving-to-the-poor element that hero Robin Hood advocated. I've always believed music, as a form of art, should be available to the culture it was created to enrich. Do musicians really want only a certain demographic to benefit from their music? Is that really why they got into the business - to make the .001 cents or whatever the figure is off each additional record they sell? If it is, they deserve to have your record downloaded. I know its your job, and you're trying to make a living but do it with a little integrity. Have a little respect for your fans. If you don't suck balls there are people willing to pay for your record and pay to come to your concerts. Start taking notes Keven Federline.

So Radiohead is the shit. Worldwide. They have enough credit in this business to make a radical move like this because their fans are willing to pay for their music. Up to about 80 bucks in fact for their exclusive box set. Well-known, popular artists like Oasis and Jamiroquai have already said they will follow suit, and release their new albums free to fans.

The success of In Rainbows may come with a price. That being a decline in physical album sales. Hosts of the amazing podcast and radio show, Chicago Public Radio's SoundOpinions, Jim and Greg talk about this potential problem. Check out this edition of the podcast here on their website, with a links to the streaming mp3 feed. However, yours truly doesn't see this as a problem. Not yet at least. Radiohead will release a copy of the cd in 2008, and I think more than a few fans will go out and buy another copy on record. Fuck you itunes, this is one exclusive you didn't get.

PS. Check out the two new playlists posted and "chosen" to be featured by FIQL. Also check out my FIQL page which has other amazing playlists, all but one selected by the website.
- For the Indie Lover in Love
- Wake Up; I Go to Sleep

Songs You Should be Listening to Today
Peter Bjorn and John - Let's Call it Off
Lily Allen - Naive (Kooks Cover)
Aesop Rock - Water
Afrikan Boy - Marching Riddim Re-Birth
Stars - Heart

Album You Should Go Out and Buy
Boys Noize - Oi Oi Oi (Amazing!)

One More Idiot Gets a Blog

So today I'm bored enough to finally start blogging. Its between this and alphabetising my porn collection. Unfortunately I remember I have yet to build said collection. Its also Monday, so the Toy Box is only open during prime sexual perversion hours (somewhere between midnight and white trash); when they're guaranteed that the greatest number of sexual predators and deviants will emerge from behind their computers to shop. As I make it a rule never to visit sex shops past the standard 3 pm "rape-me-not" curfew, here I am. A Blogger. The good news is I only hate myself for it a little so far. Give it time; Soon enough I'll have yet another hobby that makes me feel like a tool.

So, I'm in college. Can you smell the beer on me? I'm not very smart. Not gifted academically. But I will say I'm proud of my fifth-grade level life observations, remedial findings if you will. This includes my daily "WTF"s and the occasional "This Really Happened When I Was Sober". The deal I inked sets the book release at sometime late next year; and I'm told excerpts will be published in Playboy any day now.

Todays WTF: Tinted Windows
I will never understand tinted windows for anyone who hasn't received death threats. What is it exactly you want us all to believe you're doing in your car? Smoking crack? Getting roadhead? Face it; Lohan's got more coke in her system than you can fit in your sedan, and your girlfriend's got problematic big teeth. Quit tinting your windows, at least until you're famous. Then you probably will be doing all these illicit activities - at once. Probably with your vagina showing.

Remedial Findings
In college, your level of class enjoyment/satisfaction is directly correlated to the number of hippies who take their shoes off in class. Its true, I had a made-up firm run the statistics on this one. The more people who slip their B-Stocks off to in your 1-hour lecture, the shittier time you are guaranteed to have. If its a seminar, remove all sharp objects from within reach, you may feel the urge around hour 2.5 to stab yourself in the ocular.

Smelly feet isn't even the issue here. I like to play the lets-not-shower-for-days-until-we-start-to-lose-all-our-friends game as much as the next person. The malodorous environment is not the holdup. It's the fact your class is filled with the kind of people who feel comfortable enough taking their shoes off in class. AKA Douchebags. People who like inconveniencing your day to give their toes a little breeze. People who like hearing the sound of their own voice more than all the sex they're not having. If you finally get one word in, prepare to have it bitch slapped in your face by these pricks. AKA Philosophy majors. Maybe I'm just in the wrong class for people wanting to maintain their sanity; Or some sense of truth.

Next Year at this time I'll be checking myself into rehab for compulsive bullshitters. George W and I plan on rooming together. I want him on my Scrabble team (we play 'President Rules') so we can finally kick the clergy's ass in something other than lawn bowling.


Songs You Should Be Listening to Today
- Duran Duran, Girls on Film
- Delinquet Habits, Return of the Tres
- Eric Hutchinson, Oh!
- The Bravery, Believe
- Azure Ray, Displaced

Album You Should Go Out and Buy Today
- The Replacements, Let it Be