Other than dinner last night, those moments were all either fucking awful or ninth circle of hell in nature. We all know what happened Monday and while I had no personal connection at all to that horrible mess, Blue Girl had a great post about it.* I got into a fight with my boss on Tuesday. Wednesday, nothing much happened to me. Yesterday, I had a lovely dinner with AG and we managed not to look totally crazy to all the other patrons at Coppi's.
Throughout the week, people were being blown up all over Iraq. I had a conversation with a cab driver about that and it can be summed up thus: we are both pissed off and sad that America has fucked up Iraq. We also talked about DC voting rights, but that and a plane ticket out of Iraq are two things that aren't happening any time soon.
So, without further ado, a random ten that isn't so random because Windows Media Player's randomization feature sucks:
The Police - Roxanne (from Every Breath You Take: The Classics)
Animaniaks - Turf Dancing (from DJ Shadow's The Outsider)
M.Ward - Post War (from Post War)
MSTRKRFT/Wolfmother - Woman Remix
Elvis Presley - Hound Dog (from some album)
Paul Simon - Under African Skies (from Graceland, a great road trip album)
The Flaming Lips - Pilot Can at the Queer of God (from Transmissions from the Satellite Heart)
Lilly Allen - Alfie (from Alright, Still)
The Grates - 19 20 20 (from Gravity Won't Get You High)
Camera Obscura - Razzle Dazzle Rose (from Let's Get Out of This Country)
*She might want to change that post title because the URL is now "On Needing Anal" and that is way too funny for her serious pants. Even if those pants are probably hot.
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The house passed the DC voting rights bill yesterday.
http://www.nytimes.com/cq/2007/04/19/cq_2595.html
That should make you happier???
Yeah, but the Senate will be tough and Bush has nothing to gain or lose by vetoing it.
I liked your random mix. This was really a shitty week. I hope you have a better weekend.
Well, I have two parties on Saturday that I am now attending dateless. I am going to be great company, too, what with all the morbid ruminating.
Sit in the sun a little this weekend. I think you could use the vitamin d. Not that that will change anything, though.
It is sunny.
I'm going to a concert solo tonight, which is always a little depressing. Then I have to get up and take the GRE.
But the weekend promises sun and Hot Fuzz, so it can't all suck.
I feel like everybody on the Easter seaboard has had a pretty shitty week. It will take at least a day before the sun resets our systems.
I just listened to Razzle Dazzle Rose yeseterday on my iPod. It's so good, it hurts me a little on the inside.
Schmoopies wrote 'Easter seaboard'.
Bad Jew! No donut.
Solo movies are not so bad, but solo concerts are somehow less interesting.
I've done plenty of solo concerts, and really don't mind all that much. Most of the time it is so loud and packed anyway, that you can't socialize all that much. I do have to say that it is boring as shit waiting between sets on your own, though. Maybe if I actually put some video games on my iPod, that would take care of that ennui.
Of course, the real solution is that you and Claire should come to Boston to see concerts with me. It's a win/win solution
UC, that sounds like a good idea. Instead I ran into this guy I've had a bunch of classes with and then I couldn't shake him. He was uber drunk and with the archetypal annoying concert group, including their own slooty woo-ing drunk girl. Luckily I managed to eke away as they went to get more beers and they didn't totally ruin the concert for me.
But, you must all go see Hot Fuzz and laugh your asses off. Now.
I agree with the Commandment of Claire. Hot Fuzz must be seen by all. It is not porny, despite the name.
You could pretend to have a date. Just grab a couple of drinks, sit in the corner talking a lot, and when people come by say, "I'd like to introduce you to (insert name here)" and point to an empty space in the room.
Then giggle a lot and pick your teeth with a Bowie knife. You'll have a blast.
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