Okay, someone posted the link to another Ok Go video, so not only does that mean that y'all get to watch it (and you should), but also that I get to post that links post that I've been putting off. As much as I love links, and the gloriosity (and of course, stupidity) that can be found within, they're a pain in the ass to put up. I mean, it's a whole extra step, and I am a fragile flower (with only an outward persona of ass-kicking bring the pain brutality, really.) How much clicking can I stand before the carpal tunnel takes me HANDS, mate - my most critical tool for work and play? Jesus. It's only a matter of time before I have to move onto hobbies like skeet shooting that use the WHOLE hand, not just my individual fingers all the time. And besides my physical endangerment, I know how valuable your time is to you. I know how productive you need to be. And who needs more tasty links to waste that precious time on? Not you, my overachieving friend.
Right. I know. Shut up and link.
Maggie was the latest to post the video for OK Go's "Here it Goes Again". In the comments on the post, Katie Spence posted the link to their video for "A Million Ways" on YouTube. I love them deeply at this point, almost enough to make me cross over to skinny men. Almost.
Derek Powazek is one of the most interesting and creative people I've come across on the InterWeb, and that isn't just mindless, prattling praise, as I'm stone sober. He's married to Heather Champ, which makes them my candidate for coolest couple ever. Heather led a workshop and a flickr meetup at BlogHer, and I enjoyed that so much. She runs the Mirror Project, and also the huge and sprawling group of communities on flickr, which also wins my vote for "job I'd like to have the most besides being the Dixie Chicks' blogger." I do tend to lapse into embarrassing, prattling praise about her, because I have so much respect for people who constantly show productive evidence of their artistic and entrepreneurial abilities - plus, she's just mad interesting. I can say that about maybe five percent of the people I've ever met, so when I see it, I say it.
Classic I rediscovered when cleaning out mail files: Chris from Family Guy steps into "Take on Me" video.
Did you know that John Tesh has a radio show? I did not, until I was driving to Santa Cruz earlier this month, and I heard what I thought was someone making FUN of John Tesh, which should clue you in to my perceptions of reality, and the general state of DC-area radio. Then I realized that lo, this was indeed John Tesh, and what I should have been hearing, according to his site, is Intelligence For My Life. I really wish I'd known that, because then maybe I wouldn't have spent the time until the station crapped out laughing self-righteously at a dude who makes way more money than I do, so WHO'S LAUGHING NOW??? Huh?
Photoblogs are a special interest (researchcoughtimesucker) of mine, of course. Some of them are good, and they therefore win awards. The winners are from all over the world, and some of them are really fascinating, but of course daily dose of imagery won the big old grand prize. Check it out.
If you're not reading Wendy's Pound site, you should be. Her last two posts on "bad times stores" are awesome, and not only served to reignite my hatred for CVS, but also gave me a COMMUNITY of other people who understand the concept of what a bad times store is. I didn't even have a term for it before now, but Wendy's is perfect:
"What constitutes Bad Times? It’s not just bad service or poor merchandise selection. It’s almost never a single thing that can be isolated and remedied. No, it’s an elaborate matrix of factors that make you miserable practically every single fucking time you shop there."
This is the Germantown Walmart, for me, where I can go in for a single item (which I never do, because now I'd have to be hogtied and dragged inside) and can end up in three checkout lines before someone's register actually works and they can check me out. This is the store I foolishly stumbled into the night before Halloween, when the aisles were strewn with fake lips and witch hats, and tons of people were gathered around the costume aisles, with stakes and matches, ready to burn in effigy the person who took the Ronald McDonald costume they were eyeing. This is where I was in the express line, and a terrible "customer service manager" ordered me to come over to the customer service desk to be rung up -- BEHIND TWO PEOPLE WHO WERE RETURNING MERCHANDISE. And the whole time, every time I was there, I was surrounded by assholes smacking their kids, who are of course acting out from the sheer stress and overstimulation of all the prices that end in .97 and the evil flourescent light and the ghost of right-wing granddaddy Sam Walton invading their tender little souls as they peer up at the neon orange tubs of Utz snack mix. Bad times.
Come to think of it, the Frederick Walmart was where I was the night before my cousin's wedding several years ago, and I stood there as, at midnight, they announced over the LOUDSPEAKER that since it was midnight, all cashiers should empty their cash drawers, in plain sight of all customers, and count their money. This of course not only brought to a screaming halt my attempt to buy some sub-standard picture frames, but also announced to anyone with a predilection for robbery who just happened to be carrying a concealed weapon that now would be a really handy time to multi-task.
Bad times, but still not as bad as CVS.
The second post down makes me laugh until I cry. I'm only sending you to this page because it includes more of Matthew's (that's Defective Yeti to you) favorites from among his own posts. If there is a God in heaven - or in my fucking refrigerator for that matter, I don't care where she is - I'll end up shacked up with a person like this. I don't even know what this guy looks like and I hesitate to say that I don't care, but I really sort of don't, if his Internet persona is way close to what he's like in real life. And we all know how unlikely that is, since in real life I am completely linear and focused on my professional priorities at all times, plus I'm not sarcastic at all, and I'm also a total bitch who laughs at the mission of animal rescue operations.
Anyway, I'd somehow managed to avoid hearing "My Humps" since it was released, which I am able to do through my finely honed skill at selective pop culture ignorance. This means that I totally have "Ridin'" and - yes, sorry - "New Booty" in my iTunes, because they were integral to the Freeport, Bahamas dance party experience, and what happens in the Bahamas...happens, fo' real. But "My Humps" - not so much. And I love "Let's Get it Started," and the sight of the BlackEyed Peas and the guy in the jumpsuit makes me giggle a little bit, so that's always a good time. So I don't know why I didn't hear the song, except for the fact that I thought the title couldn't bode well. But after the Defective Yeti post I had to, and when I saw the whole record on sale in Tower yesterday, I picked it up (along with Stankonia, bitches, and Kid A because I'm ready to see if I've grown cool enough for Radiohead. Doubtful. Anyway, Outkast has a new one out soon too! I'm all a-shizzle about that, admittedly.) I listened to "My Humps" in the car, and maybe I'll write a whole post about it, because "lovely lady lumps," as foul and ridiculous as that term is, made me laugh until I cried. (Brittany, I know it is wrong and bad. ; )) Right now, I'm just posting a snip from an IM chat, to prove first of all that I really am 12, even if you thought I was a grown professional person, to note that Matthew's contention that one must pass the song on is true in my case, and finally that an advanced degree guarantees nothing but frightening access to technology that can indeed be used to advance not only one's own stupidity, but the stupidity of one's friends:
mslauriewrites: have you heard My Humps?
randomscreenname: um, no
randomscreenname: what iis it?
mslauriewrites: you need to listen to that song.
mslauriewrites: it is ridiculous
randomscreenname: ok
mslauriewrites: but i think you'll enjoy the term "my lovely lady lumps"
randomscreenname: yeek
mslauriewrites: i mean, it will disgust you,
mslauriewrites: but it made me laugh.
mslauriewrites: and i know you're equally about the cheap thrill.
randomscreenname: all about it
mslauriewrites: "how'd you get that breasts all up in that shirt"
randomscreenname: awesome
mslauriewrites: truly
randomscreenname: hey laurie
mslauriewrites: it's your birthday
randomscreenname: i'd love to talk
mslauriewrites: i know you would.
randomscreenname: will you be up past 10 pm?
mslauriewrites: likely
mslauriewrites: holla
mslauriewrites: haha
randomscreenname: holla
randomscreenname: HOLLA
mslauriewrites: HOLLA ATCHA GIRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLL
randomscreenname: LEMME HOLLA ATCHA
mslauriewrites: lovely lady lumps, check it.
randomscreenname: HOLLAHOLLAHOLLA
randomscreenname: OK YO
mslauriewrites: makemewannaholla
randomscreenname: oops
mslauriewrites: have a nice day
randomscreenname: ok yo
I'm going to go read "The New Yorker" now, and listen to Outkast, and later see an intelligent film. It's all about the balance, I hope - although I'll likely bring the new cds in the car, and I'm hoping I get to the Radiohead eventually.
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