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Making the decision to go to war is never easy, but it's that much harder when you know Sheryl Crow disapproves. -- From The Onion's "Sheryl Crow Unsuccessful; War On Iraq Begins"
One. Colin Quinn's new show, Tough Crowd, on Comedy Central is the crappiest piece of crap. Even the big special guest for last night's airing, Wanda Sykes, occasionally looked into the camera as if to say, "what the hell is this idiot sitting next to me mumbling about?" Why do television executives keep putting Quinn on the air? His speaking voice, pronunciation, presence, etc are all abysmal. His joke's aren't funny. And he's not attractive, which I know shouldn't matter, but it seems that it usually does in our society. I don't get it. This guy gets job after job after job, and we're supposed to smile and think, okay, this is funny? I don't get it.
Two. I'm currently sitting at my desk, near the window, with the blinds and blanket pulled up. I have had this paranoia, since last year, about people watching me as I sit at my computer and type. Couldn't tell you why. Maybe because we lived in the basement apartment last year, and my window ran right at the driveway, just at the height where anyone driving by in a car could easily look through and see me doing any number of activities that I wouldn't necessarily want anyone to see. Last year, I coped by placing a shirt on a hanger between the two sets of blinds. This year I'm one floor up, but I still use a blanket behind the blinds to block out unwanted, voyeuristic jerks.
Three. I'm also currently listening to "First Comes the Beer, Then Comes the Bitches, Then We Have Sex ... All Night Long!" by Cunt Puppet. If you scroll down their webpage, you'll see a guy in what looks like a prison line-up. He writes occasionally on this here blerg. I used to think this band was kind of a dumb idea, but the more and more I listened to it and listened to them talk about it, the more I got what they were doing. Now, I think it's hilarious. They've got mp3's to download, though I'm not sure how many you can get before the site crashes. Last time I tried I got to four or so before the thing went down. Enjoy.
Four. I've had a tummyache -- or yummyache -- for the past few days. I need Rolaids. I need to start eating better ... but I won't. I'm me. It's just not going to happen.
Up Next: "What the World Needs Now" by Burt Bacharach; "Pure Imagination" by the Smoking Popes; "God Needed a Driver" by Cunt Puppet; "(Strawberry Ann) Switzerland" by Braid; "Someone to Love Me" by Solomon Burke; "How Sweet It Is" by Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell; "10:20am" by Spoon; "At Last" by Etta James; and "Veronica" by Elvis Costello.
Tomorrow: Baby, baby.
Making the decision to go to war is never easy, but it's that much harder when you know Sheryl Crow disapproves. -- From The Onion's "Sheryl Crow Unsuccessful; War On Iraq Begins"
One. Colin Quinn's new show, Tough Crowd, on Comedy Central is the crappiest piece of crap. Even the big special guest for last night's airing, Wanda Sykes, occasionally looked into the camera as if to say, "what the hell is this idiot sitting next to me mumbling about?" Why do television executives keep putting Quinn on the air? His speaking voice, pronunciation, presence, etc are all abysmal. His joke's aren't funny. And he's not attractive, which I know shouldn't matter, but it seems that it usually does in our society. I don't get it. This guy gets job after job after job, and we're supposed to smile and think, okay, this is funny? I don't get it.
Two. I'm currently sitting at my desk, near the window, with the blinds and blanket pulled up. I have had this paranoia, since last year, about people watching me as I sit at my computer and type. Couldn't tell you why. Maybe because we lived in the basement apartment last year, and my window ran right at the driveway, just at the height where anyone driving by in a car could easily look through and see me doing any number of activities that I wouldn't necessarily want anyone to see. Last year, I coped by placing a shirt on a hanger between the two sets of blinds. This year I'm one floor up, but I still use a blanket behind the blinds to block out unwanted, voyeuristic jerks.
Three. I'm also currently listening to "First Comes the Beer, Then Comes the Bitches, Then We Have Sex ... All Night Long!" by Cunt Puppet. If you scroll down their webpage, you'll see a guy in what looks like a prison line-up. He writes occasionally on this here blerg. I used to think this band was kind of a dumb idea, but the more and more I listened to it and listened to them talk about it, the more I got what they were doing. Now, I think it's hilarious. They've got mp3's to download, though I'm not sure how many you can get before the site crashes. Last time I tried I got to four or so before the thing went down. Enjoy.
Four. I've had a tummyache -- or yummyache -- for the past few days. I need Rolaids. I need to start eating better ... but I won't. I'm me. It's just not going to happen.
Up Next: "What the World Needs Now" by Burt Bacharach; "Pure Imagination" by the Smoking Popes; "God Needed a Driver" by Cunt Puppet; "(Strawberry Ann) Switzerland" by Braid; "Someone to Love Me" by Solomon Burke; "How Sweet It Is" by Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell; "10:20am" by Spoon; "At Last" by Etta James; and "Veronica" by Elvis Costello.
Tomorrow: Baby, baby.
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