Anorexic? That's total fucking bullshit, attacking Keira like that. I swear the press needs to stop Shouldn't we just appreciate the sweetly pretty look Keira has. She is absurdly great looking by the way. Lest we not forget the harsh cursing yet prim and proper style. Didn't they fucking see Domino? That told u everything u needed to know about Double K. Oh wait she was nominated for an OSCAR last year. An Oscar. Like Dame Judi Dench, like Meryl Streep. They need to recognize her greatness. If the press wants to attack a skinny actress, might I suggest Lindsey Lohan. She's a stupid broad anyway, and has been in ZERO good films.(Alright, mean girls was ok. But only because of Lacey Chabert.)
Mu wanted Michael Jackson Alone. I'm saying leave Keira Knightley alone. Don't be mad that she's just better than u press peeps.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Monday, July 03, 2006
Assorted Garbage in the 128th edition of Pristineness
IBM. IBM. IBM. NHK. NHK. NHK. U ARE ROBOT. U ARE ROBOT.- The Plastics
The New Warriors are dead and I'm still pissed off. Naruto rolls on in brilliance till 140 I hear.(I'm at like 112)
So the end of Cinema Frenzy. Satyricon was a little too hand servent sweaty male dependent for my tastes, but the look and colors were cool. But, I couldn't make it through it. Ms 45 shot every one with a penis, but alas it wasn't as cool as fucking Driller Killer which is a masterwork of trash and rock and roll.(making it absolute glory and deserving the classic Vikings Stand Up Award.) However, Aguirre Wrath of God is THE best Herzog film I've seen. Its maddening and historical. And Klaus Kinski goes CRAZEE like usual. Its an interesting time.
No I haven't been to the movies yet to Superman or other stuff, but I will try and do so in the next few days. "Holiday" notwithstanding. Tomorrow, I will be seeing the rock and roll puppet show of Quintron and Miss Pussycat. Now I've heard much about this spectacle and I'm sure it will be at least fun to watch, even if the tunes aren't so great.
Last time I went to see them, I actually MISSED them, because I was down the street catching Brassy(with Jon Spencer's younger just as ballsy sister). Brassy was great, but I missed Quintron to my disappointment. Of course, this disappointment went away when I caught the act of a drunken space wearing lad by the name of Bob Log III.(Yes he did boobscotch, in fact the song had just come out.)
Am I really the only person who likes Zatch Bell? I think I may be. Is Don Patch more Sun than Gangster? I still don't know. And why am I asking questions no one else cares about, Larry King style? Because I can.
Jessica Simpson divorced! que lastima! That is still not as depressing as Ashlee's nose job. Damn it, one of these Hollywood marriages has got to last.I'm betting on Tom and Katie. Her career is over anyway. She can now live out her own personal Scientologist housewife dream.(That sounds like a Boards of Canada song title.)
Rebelde update: I will try to watch it tomorrow, but soccer is on again Tues, so I will probably be out of the loop again till Thurs. So ask me then.
The Flash recommends: As much Knight Rider as possible. And then call me in the morning.(That means afternoon, all u early risers)
Clerks II countdown: What a few weeks, I think.
The New Warriors are dead and I'm still pissed off. Naruto rolls on in brilliance till 140 I hear.(I'm at like 112)
So the end of Cinema Frenzy. Satyricon was a little too hand servent sweaty male dependent for my tastes, but the look and colors were cool. But, I couldn't make it through it. Ms 45 shot every one with a penis, but alas it wasn't as cool as fucking Driller Killer which is a masterwork of trash and rock and roll.(making it absolute glory and deserving the classic Vikings Stand Up Award.) However, Aguirre Wrath of God is THE best Herzog film I've seen. Its maddening and historical. And Klaus Kinski goes CRAZEE like usual. Its an interesting time.
No I haven't been to the movies yet to Superman or other stuff, but I will try and do so in the next few days. "Holiday" notwithstanding. Tomorrow, I will be seeing the rock and roll puppet show of Quintron and Miss Pussycat. Now I've heard much about this spectacle and I'm sure it will be at least fun to watch, even if the tunes aren't so great.
Last time I went to see them, I actually MISSED them, because I was down the street catching Brassy(with Jon Spencer's younger just as ballsy sister). Brassy was great, but I missed Quintron to my disappointment. Of course, this disappointment went away when I caught the act of a drunken space wearing lad by the name of Bob Log III.(Yes he did boobscotch, in fact the song had just come out.)
Am I really the only person who likes Zatch Bell? I think I may be. Is Don Patch more Sun than Gangster? I still don't know. And why am I asking questions no one else cares about, Larry King style? Because I can.
Jessica Simpson divorced! que lastima! That is still not as depressing as Ashlee's nose job. Damn it, one of these Hollywood marriages has got to last.I'm betting on Tom and Katie. Her career is over anyway. She can now live out her own personal Scientologist housewife dream.(That sounds like a Boards of Canada song title.)
Rebelde update: I will try to watch it tomorrow, but soccer is on again Tues, so I will probably be out of the loop again till Thurs. So ask me then.
The Flash recommends: As much Knight Rider as possible. And then call me in the morning.(That means afternoon, all u early risers)
Clerks II countdown: What a few weeks, I think.
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Is It really possible?
That Astrud Gilberto is the best female singer ever. She very well might be. I'm taking arguments now.
Records are bombness
I Know A Called Elsa, She's Into Alka Seltzer.- Oasis
Since there was such backlash on Britney, I'm talking about records today. Which usually seems to be a popular topic. And where are my outraged peeps on the Persuaders debacle?
Anyway on to the records.
The Cardigans have a new record out called Super Extra Gravity. Ok its been out for a couple of months, but we're talking imports 30 dollar range. So, its taken awhile to track down a copy on the cheap.(lets just call it on tha super aquisition cheap.)
And guess what it sounds just like Life, their 1995 masterwork. Ok actually it just sounds good when I type that. But it TOTALLY SOUNDS like their LAST ALBUM. Much to my disappointment. All I want is some good time pop songs from Nina Persson(sadly no longer blonde and brilliantly coiffed) and co. Like Sick and Tired. Sick and Fucking Tired was so genius in its arrangement and catchy chorus. While the band rocks out somewhat on this album to mixed results, nothing rocks as hard as their earlier cover of Sabbath Bloody Sabbath.(also from Life) But it ain't all doom and gloom ladies and gents, there are some moments. And if u like the band, u SHOULD have it. But IF u don't have ANY of their records, I swear Life is an album everybody should add to their endless collection of 45's.
Junior Senior best known for their Don't Stop The Beat madness from years ago.(U know the song, I promise. It was unstoppable.) Their new album Hey My Yo Yo, also in 20+$ import form(acquired on tha super cheap) came out a few months ago too. And it is kind of disappointing too. There are some weird almost Go-Team esque tunes, with handclaps and beats that don't really seem to be beats. Needless to say alot of the organized carnage of Gay/Straight Vocals mixed with 60's guitar and crashing drum machines has disappeared. Its strange its almost a Fannypack level fall off we are talking about, in the sense that they have literally taken away the facets that made them great.(In fannypack's case, it was making the rhymes abit too harsh, instead of playful.)
My man fucking man Richard Ashcroft has an album that came out in import form and frankly tha NME was RIGHT. Ashcroft officially the man again. Cry Till The Morning is as good as any tune he's done since Song For The Lovers, maybe even Velvet Morning or Monte Carlo. Why not nothing has horns, strings. If Ian Brown is the Resurrection, Ashcroft is Music.(Yeah I know no one got that one, but fuck it, it did mean something so I liked it).
The Flash has an old school recommendation: Lets go with something that smashes shit up. In honor of a friend of this blog, Gosey Wales and his ELO addicted blog, I recommend one of his jukebox faves. Television-Marquee Moon. Venus, my personal fave tune, is a strange esoteric musing written by head man Tom Verlaine all about NY when it was cool. The dueling guitars, that open tuning, u can't beat the brilliance of the whole album, let alone all 15 minutes of the title song.
As Gose would say, he wants to get the most out of his jukebox dollar so I'm putting on Marquee Moon.
I'm feeling jovial, here's one that is a bitch to find. The Modern Lovers-The Modern Lovers.
Jonathan Richman vs Hippie Johnny. Pablo Picasso not called an asshole, not like young. The way Richman sings these songs, u can tell he single handedly created that stoner vocal phrasing. Ok it was him and Iggy, but Richman deserves respect too.
Rebelde update: Roberta got Diego in trouble with his girlfriend by hiding her keys in her shirt. Which caused them to
I think Vico was beaten by her pa again. Rocco protected her from having to explain it to his father and the other peeps. Sabrina after Miguel. Mia back from Spain with Miguel. Lujan and Lupe were doing stuff, but I didn't pay attention and missed it. Look only one day was on this week, so that's what happened ok. No Teo. Giovann and Tomas did nothing as usual. Celina dissed Mia for Sol, abit. But, that's it.
Since there was such backlash on Britney, I'm talking about records today. Which usually seems to be a popular topic. And where are my outraged peeps on the Persuaders debacle?
Anyway on to the records.
The Cardigans have a new record out called Super Extra Gravity. Ok its been out for a couple of months, but we're talking imports 30 dollar range. So, its taken awhile to track down a copy on the cheap.(lets just call it on tha super aquisition cheap.)
And guess what it sounds just like Life, their 1995 masterwork. Ok actually it just sounds good when I type that. But it TOTALLY SOUNDS like their LAST ALBUM. Much to my disappointment. All I want is some good time pop songs from Nina Persson(sadly no longer blonde and brilliantly coiffed) and co. Like Sick and Tired. Sick and Fucking Tired was so genius in its arrangement and catchy chorus. While the band rocks out somewhat on this album to mixed results, nothing rocks as hard as their earlier cover of Sabbath Bloody Sabbath.(also from Life) But it ain't all doom and gloom ladies and gents, there are some moments. And if u like the band, u SHOULD have it. But IF u don't have ANY of their records, I swear Life is an album everybody should add to their endless collection of 45's.
Junior Senior best known for their Don't Stop The Beat madness from years ago.(U know the song, I promise. It was unstoppable.) Their new album Hey My Yo Yo, also in 20+$ import form(acquired on tha super cheap) came out a few months ago too. And it is kind of disappointing too. There are some weird almost Go-Team esque tunes, with handclaps and beats that don't really seem to be beats. Needless to say alot of the organized carnage of Gay/Straight Vocals mixed with 60's guitar and crashing drum machines has disappeared. Its strange its almost a Fannypack level fall off we are talking about, in the sense that they have literally taken away the facets that made them great.(In fannypack's case, it was making the rhymes abit too harsh, instead of playful.)
My man fucking man Richard Ashcroft has an album that came out in import form and frankly tha NME was RIGHT. Ashcroft officially the man again. Cry Till The Morning is as good as any tune he's done since Song For The Lovers, maybe even Velvet Morning or Monte Carlo. Why not nothing has horns, strings. If Ian Brown is the Resurrection, Ashcroft is Music.(Yeah I know no one got that one, but fuck it, it did mean something so I liked it).
The Flash has an old school recommendation: Lets go with something that smashes shit up. In honor of a friend of this blog, Gosey Wales and his ELO addicted blog, I recommend one of his jukebox faves. Television-Marquee Moon. Venus, my personal fave tune, is a strange esoteric musing written by head man Tom Verlaine all about NY when it was cool. The dueling guitars, that open tuning, u can't beat the brilliance of the whole album, let alone all 15 minutes of the title song.
As Gose would say, he wants to get the most out of his jukebox dollar so I'm putting on Marquee Moon.
I'm feeling jovial, here's one that is a bitch to find. The Modern Lovers-The Modern Lovers.
Jonathan Richman vs Hippie Johnny. Pablo Picasso not called an asshole, not like young. The way Richman sings these songs, u can tell he single handedly created that stoner vocal phrasing. Ok it was him and Iggy, but Richman deserves respect too.
Rebelde update: Roberta got Diego in trouble with his girlfriend by hiding her keys in her shirt. Which caused them to
I think Vico was beaten by her pa again. Rocco protected her from having to explain it to his father and the other peeps. Sabrina after Miguel. Mia back from Spain with Miguel. Lujan and Lupe were doing stuff, but I didn't pay attention and missed it. Look only one day was on this week, so that's what happened ok. No Teo. Giovann and Tomas did nothing as usual. Celina dissed Mia for Sol, abit. But, that's it.
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