Saturday, March 31, 2007

Blame it on the Jaeger


Allright, I'm drunk. What's your fucking excuse? I just finished off a bottle of Jaegermeister (with Red Bulls, making the ubiquitous JaegerBombs that all you nonexistant fuckers love) and now I'm working on some beer before I watch Masked and Anonymous again and propably hit the bottle of rum I have upstairs. I just moved outside so I can smoke while I write.

Here's the thing. Why should I bother writing this when I know no one is reading? That's the question I've been wrestling with ever since I started on Wednsday. And I think I know the answer. It is masturbation. I'm writing just to fucking write. Just so that all this shit swirling around in my diseased head will be written down. And someday baby maybe someone will actually read this, although I doubt it, and maybe that will lead to something, but I doubt it. If no one reads it, then by defintion no one important is reading it. Actually I'm going to lie down now

Allright. I'm slightly more sober while still being slightly drunk. And yes, I'm drinking rum and watching the greatest movie I love drinking to, Masked and Anonymous, written by God and Larry Charles, with the parts of both Jack Fate and God being played by Robert Allen Zimmerman himself. Kneel before him mythical bitches.

The question has still not been resolved. Why I am bothering? I'll never get anything from this shit. My final analysis is that I'm doing this out of my anxious arrogant nature and bordeom.


All of you (which is to say no one) need to go out and buy every album Dylan ever made (even the bad ones, hell, especially the bad ones) and Masked and Anonymous. Your immortal soul could hinge upon it.

Friday, March 30, 2007

Did they let the fans spellcheck?




That's just too great. Serves them right for beating State twice.



Full Disclosure: I stole the pictures from Deadpsin.com, which all of you should read (but since you don't exist, it's a moot point).

I actually kind of like WV basketball- I saw Kevin Pittsnoggle and the team that went to the Elite 8 slaughter a Jules-less Wolfpack team in 2004 at the RBC Center, ane I have a grudging respect for teams that can really succeed with the Princeton/Motion offense (I mean REAL success, not just Herb Sendek almost success). In the same vein, I dig this Georgetown team (I didn't dig them enough to pick them to make the Final 4, but that's because I'm an idiot) and not just because they humiliated UNC.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

This Month's eMusic Downloads

It just gets more and more enthralling, don't it. Anyway, here's what I wasted my twenty bucks for ninety tracks on this month:

Minutemen (1984) - Double Nickels on the Dime, which ate up about half of my downloads.

White Stripes- The last three tracks off Elephant (2003) - which I had been using my last couple of downloads on each month

Big Star- #1 Record/Radio City (1972, 1974)- My expectations for this record have grown oddly high, and I'm not entirely sure why.

Blind Lemon Jefferson- Match Box Blues and That Black Snake Moan. (1926-29)- I'm a sucker for old Blues albums.

David J.- V For Vendetta (1984, as far as I can tell)- an EP the bassist from Love and Rockets (he was in Bauhaus too) did, starting with the song "This Vicious Cabaret" from the comic book, which came with the music written out. Since I'm getting geared up to vivisect the film in a paper, I thought this was appropriate.

The Slits- Cut (1979)- Another album I have strangely high expectations for, but I know Greil Marcus is to blame for this one.

I'll maybe post what I think of them. All you imaginary readers, be warned.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Not A Promising Debut

Okay, what I like about this is that I know nobody is reading it. That's incredibly comforting, when I really think about it. That's what the title means, by the way, besides being a sweet Dylan reference. There will be an insane number of Dylan references in this blog, assuming I keep working on it and don't lose interest. I guess I should probably tell one or two people it exists, in order that it feels a little less like literary masturbation.

What I'm (re)reading: Lolita, by Vladimir Nabokov, V For Vendetta by Allan Moore, Selected Poems by Charles Tomlinson (all for classes), Dusty in Memphis (33 1/3) by Warren Zanes and I'm thinking about starting American Pastoral by Philip Roth.

I suppose I should mention that I'm almost invariably reading three or four books at the same time. Well, not literally, physically at the same time, but... yeah.

What I'm listening to: I'm completely re-obsessed with Neil Young right now, especially the electric stuff with Crazy Horse.

What I'm watching on the television box: The shows I make a point of watching on the televesion are: 24, The Riches, House, The Simpsons, The Daily Show, Colbert Report, Sportscenter, PTI... That's about it, I think. When Sopranos and Boondocks start their new seasons they join the list.

What I'm watching on the moving pictures: I'm writing a paper about Nabokov and the movie Stranger Than Fiction (The Will Ferrell one), so I'll probably be watching that over and over again during the next week. I'm about to start a paper on V For Vendetta (the comic masterpiece and the movie, which I haven't seen yet- Amazon should deliver it Thursday) so I'll be immersed in that movie next. For better or (probably) worse.

I guess this is how blogs work. The only one I read that isn't sports related is my friend Kelly's. I suppose if you know me you might know her too. Either way, http://mzkelly.blogspot.com/ She's a great writer, has good taste in music (she knows all the current underground indy rock acts that I simply can't be bothered to pay attention to while I obsess over music made thirty or forty or fifty years ago. It's a balance that seems to work) so give Kelly some love.

I'll go ahead and tell anyone who, in remarkably unlikely situation, does not know me and stumbles across this page that even my friends consider me, at varying times, "grumpy", "cynical", "incredibly nerdy", "pessimistic" and "potentially capable of endorsing genocide". Luckily I'm also one of the quickest-witted people I know, I'm incredibly good at using my freakish memory to make me appear intelligent and occasionally brilliant, and the possesor of a certain awkard charm that if I was in a Hugh Grant movie might be called "somewhat charming in a weird British sort of way". Too bad I'm American, then. Or maybe no one but me thinks that- it would explain an awful lot.

Shit, this just occured to me- how do you tell people to read your blog without coming off as some sort of an asshole? Is there a good way to casually drop references into casual conversations that aren't directly concerned with blogs? Hmm. I'm begining to think that 5 readers is a touch optimistic. It's probably for the best that I'm more interested in writing to kill time that would otherwise be spent reorganizing my cds and playing NCAA football on my Gamecube than I am in swaying elections or communicating with the great unwashed cybermasses.

Alright. I'm going to stop for now. I might have to work on some way to stop more smoothly than that. Maybe some sort of list, since lists are awesome. I'm thinking I'll blatanly steal Nick Hornby's "Top Five" list format from High Fidelity (since this internet2.0 that Wired magazine won't stop mentioning is as built around theft as your average Shakespeare plot).

Top 5 Albums That You Should All Be Obsessed With But Aren't:
1- Love- Forever Changes
2- David Bowie- Low
3- Roy Orbison- Black & White Night
4- McEnroe and Birdapres- Nothing Is Cool
5- Richard & Linda Thompson- I Want To See the Bright Lights Tonight.

Later.