I just realized. Jack Black, action hero. Jack White, rock hero. I wonder what Jack Red, Blue and Green are doing. Probably rockin’ out somewhere.
You know what else? I figured out who Jack White’s voice reminds me of. The enjoyable Vince Vaughn. Both of them need to be on Ritalin. Bless.
Music of the Moment: “Screwdriver,” The White Stripes (John Peel Session); “Push It,” Stereo Total; “Since I Left You,” The Avalanches; “A Stroke of Genius,” Christina Aguilera vs. The Strokes, “Tie Up My Hands,” Starsailor.
I did some transcribing at work today. Chris Klein (you know, the one with the “man breasts”) is such a dummy. I can’t divulge what the contents of the interview were but all’s I’m saying is that he must really like cookies. It’s the only question he found interesting, saying “Oh… wow. That’s a great question. There are so many great cookies out there.” Yeah. Inside of head status: just as empty as we thought.
In other news… Betty hooked me up with a review of the Pittsburgh show written by her friend. Ol’ Johnny Boy is less than enthusiastic about The Ol’ Stroke-ies. Notice how it’s “all about the music” but not really.
In related news, why does my school newspaper’s website look crap next to CMU’s and my friend Neal’s school, Temple? Where is Neal these days? Neal? Where are you?
But back to friends and pop/rock stars- Helena, who I worked with this summer, wrote about Incubus for BayArea.com.
But back to The Strokes- NME has something to say about the Detroit show– Mista Ken Taylor seems to be all about the mighty mighty poptones- ranking on The White Stripes in favor of exhaltation of the New York Gang of Five.
Ah Kylie. Queen of all things pop.
So much for this site being more sophisticated and refined. The pop culture maven in me is winning out. I just had to share the horror of these *NSYNC bobbing-head dolls.
And Eric, you win. The new Bjork is very good. I like it a lot.
I’m also listening to Tori. This is all very shocking, I know. I can hardly believe it myself. But let’s keep this in perspective.. Those *NSYNC dolls are far more upsetting.
I’m trying to get the word out about these dolls. I fear some of us might go into extreme shock if we aren’t forewarned about these things. I know I’m shaking.
And really… if this level of intelligence was just too much for you, I’m going to take it down a notch by re-posting this genius link again that was recommended by Sarwat. Never do your own swearing again! …. That is, unless you choose to. NOTE: Not to be used in a place where you’d be embarassed to have your computer scream, “F*ckin’ c*nt!”
Still re-thinking, but you get the idea. None of those words link to anything right now. It’s a kinder, friendlier, gentler Modern Age. Yes, In my old age I’ve gone soft.
I’ve been doing a lot of… Comment dit-on?… soul-searching… of late. Just mainly stuff about what I’d like to do with this site, what I’d like to do next year, what I’d like to do with my life. You know, simple stuff like that. I’ve come to the conclusion of: I don’t know, I don’t know, and I don’t know. Comforting. Lately I’ve been reading a lot of web logs/ web journals… whatever you’d like to call them. I think I’m ready to venture off into the world and allow (wait for it… wait for it…) strangers to visit the site. I’ve been putting things in perspective, and what is the point in having a web page if you aren’t sharing it with the world? Isn’t the Internet suppose to be all about interaction? I think it is.
All these new ideas about the medium of the web and its purposes stem from the recent research I’ve been doing for my Feature Article class and Digital Journalism class. I suppose I can blame them if I start getting stalked.
I’ve got loads of studying and homework I’ve been not doing all weekend. It’s almost Thanksgiving, who actually feels like being productive anyway?
Get ready for the gobble gobble.
Word to yo mutha. Peace out, my hommies.
Drop me a line. You know I love attention.