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Archive for May, 2009

Most pro cyclists are delightful to look at. (Which is the polite/intelligent way of saying haaaaawt.)

I feel like I shouldn’t like Fall Out Boy as much as I do. I currently have pieces of their songs stuck in my head; I go from You’ll never remember/your head is far too blurry to Hurry, hurry/you put my head in such a flurry, flurry/freckle freckle/what makes you so special? to Oh hell yes/I’m a nervous wreck to Free love on the street/but in the alley and I/it ain’t that cheap now! and back.

Someone somewhere said that most of their lyrics are nothing but wordplay. Personally, I like wordplay, even if it’s not necessarily clever. (I kind of think that half of wordplay is being clever enough to attempt it in the first place, but that’s just me.) Plus they’ve got catchy music, so there’s that.

I think that I’d probably have been one of Those fangirls if FOB had gotten popular about ten to fifteen years ago — they would have Spoken Directly To ME, and I’d probably have developed a huge crush on Wentz; I’d probably have been devestated when I heard he was getting married. Fortunately for us all, they formed more recently and I’m much much more stable now than I was then.

It’s funny — interesting/strange, not ha ha — but I really don’t look all that deeply for personal meaning when it comes to song lyrics any more. Ages ago, I really only liked (as in enough to buy) things that Spoke to my very SOUL and reverberated with the angsty bitch that I was at the time. Now, I’m branching out into all sorts of genres because I’m interested in the sound, not the way it makes me feel. (Well, okay, I still prefer happier/upbeat stuff for the most part, but that’s something that’s always been true.)

And now I’m going to try that whole sleeping thing again.

Jacques Torres has an online store. He sells chocolate. I imagine that it’s pretty damn good, considering his background. If you’re lucky enough to live in New York, you can go to the store in person… And he has ice cream, too. *swoon*

Thanks to Warren Ellis (scary man, but I like the way he writes), I discovered Filament Magazine. It’s a great concept (an alternative to the current crop of trashy “women’s” mags out there, with a serving of yummy manflesh on the side, objectification intended* (see ‘the Female Gaze‘)).

So I took a look at the ‘inside’ link, to see what it was all about. Because I am a visual person, my eyes were drawn down to the pictures of men first. My initial reactions were as follows:
– This shows his character? How? (I like that big tattoo, though)
– Helloooo underexposure! This could be a fab picture but I can’t see it. (It’s not my screen brightness, either, I checked.)
– Photoshopped nipples are no one’s friend. (I keep trying to decide if it’s really ’shopped or if it’s just the flash/fill making him look funny. I also keep getting the feeling that he was standing in front of a plain background and the crucifix and book case were added in postproduction. It bothers me, okay?)

I don’t know, maybe they slapped some okay-but-not-good-enough-for-print pics up for their samples? I don’t think that it’s me expecting too much — underexposure and excessive/obvious photoshopping are two of those things that are kind of, well… Obvious no-nos. At least to me. (Of course, I grew up surrounded by gorgeous pictures taken by my mom, who used an Olympus OM1 and real film, so I could be basing my expectations/theories on outdated technology used by someone with taste rooted in a time a generation and a half ago, so.)

* If it’s not intended, then why use the female-centered construction of ‘the male gaze’, which as far as I can tell is usually said to be all about the objectifying of innocent women/girls? (See: Wikipedia, Finally Feminism 101, Dr. Lucas’ notes on Male Gaze for an Ads-and-Gender class (faaaaascinating, as is genderads.com).

(instant in the sense that I wrote it in about 30 seconds, rather than one that was generated for me… I wonder how hard it would be to code a haiku generator?)

the rain falls softly
chilly dripping down my neck
can I go inside?

I wrote it, thinking that it would fit nicely/in an orderly fashion into the raindrop shape here. It didn’t, but that’s okay.

So I got totally distracted from what I had been doing by a bunch of Random [Whatever] Generators. In my wanderings, I came across a link to the Random Heavy Metal Album Generator, which is wonderful. Now Nail Gun has company! (My first album: Stabbed’s Virulent Tragedy. Thanks to my dyslexic tendencies, I keep looking at the last two songs on the track list instead of reading it and thinking that it says something about a nose thief… Which it doesn’t.)

But then, pretty much all of the Scandinavian-area countries do… *Sigh* Not that there aren’t any cute boys here, I’m just sayin’.

Please to stop with the hibernation/ignoring of me, thanks. I reeeeeally want to write about you three, so like I could maybe get published. That would be exceeding cool, yes? I think so.

And yes, Tikka, I can find some Happy Suomean Bubblegum Boy- or Girl- Band Pop for you. And yes, Victor, I can find something for you besides Romanzys, because, yes, I know, they’re depressing. What do you want, Marc? Hm? Well, I just thought you might like something besides that one FOB song, that’s all.

Well, when you all decide to stop fooling around I’ll be here, but just think… You aren’t gonna get any unless you do. *Arches a brow*

This just in:

DANICA PATRICK HAS TITS!

And that’s the only reason anyone thinks about her: her body makes her an anomoly in the NASCAR world, and she’s using it to get even more attention. I just heard some fuckwit on ESPN stating that, “We all want her to win SO BAD so we can legitimize talking about her.” Because no one ever talks about her now, right? Because she’s NOT in Swimsuits Not Necessary Illustrated, nor does she have a boob-tastic godaddy advertisment, right? Oh, sure, there are people out there who don’t know who she is, but seriously. She has boobs! What more excuse do men need for talking about her?

(Also: before the godaddy and the SNNI thing, my mom and I used to be big fans of Patrick, because she was doing something that no other woman was doing and doing it without sex, which was an awesome message to send to girls and young women everywhere. Now? Now it’s the same as anything else, really: got boobs? they’ll get you far! Just show ‘em off and you can get money and shiny things! So we aren’t exactly excited about her, any more.)

…like milk, cheese, butter, and yogurt, have gluten in them?

YOU ARE DOING IT WRONG.

I’m glad to know my chocolate milk is gluten-free, but I expected it to be since neither cocoa or milk has gluten in it to begin with and adding it would just be silly.

Plus my bagel has enough gluten already, so.

Also, while being allergic to gluten (or perhaps more specifically wheat) is a sad thing, gluten by itself is not evil. You can’t have (real) bread or other yummy flour-based items (cake, doughnuts, etc) without it. Mmm, cake.