Monday, September 26, 2005


where've i been? i been in missouri for work. there is nothing interesting to say about it, other than the fact that i saw a high school friend that lives in kansas city now and i got to ride a segway - aka rascal for rich people. i promise that i will never be too lazy to walk. i might be too lazy to pick the cigarette butts out of the flower box i stub them out into on the back deck, but i wont ever be too lazy to pick my feet up and place them one in front of the other. much less pay 4 grand for the privilege.

i have the tv on in the background and that new show kitchen confidential on fox, some new smarmy "comedy" directed by the illustrious darren star which i can gaurantee wont last, just played spoon's "stay don't go" during a scene featuring the squirrelly kid from freaks and geeks. huh.

info on the new flaming lips album via pitchfork.

this is super fucked up and sad. people are always so terribly fascinated with prison and punishment and violence - looky, the show following kitchen confidential is called prison break - and everyone knows about prison rape, but no one ever goes to bat for the guys that end up someone's bitch. i guess if it happens in prison you either deserve it or no one really cares, and it's somehow an acceptable punchline in mainstream society (right? or is that just me and my friends?).

rm sent me this article with the subject line "you got served!" um, a dance-off? an impromptu battle-of-the-crews dance-off? wtf? were jazz hands a'flailing and john lithgow was banging the pulpit yelling about how music and dancing are devil worship? ps the name of one of the drill teams, the Dynamic Steppers, reminds me of one of my favorite lines from donnie darko: "sometimes i doubt your commitment to sparkle motion!"

speaking of donnie darko, the whole "the most beautiful phrase in english is 'cellar door'" is actually a jrr tolkien quote, and he brought wizards and trolls and lameness to our general cultural landscape, so i don't know if i can agree with that assertion.


SarahReznor said...

Ned said...

There are two solid ways to avoid the shaft come cell-time:

1) Know a lot about the law (bonus points if you're a proper street lawyer); or

2) Act like you're bat-shit fuckin' crazy. Seriously, that's porcupine vs. lion shit. Don't Daffy Duck overdo it, but leave all potential predators wondering, subtly.