Yesterday, Nodin taught himself how to use a cup equipped with a straw-spout in a short period of time. Which is awesome, and means that we can do away with all of those old, worn, battered sip-cups. Want 'em?
Coming soon: abandoning pacifiers!
Friday, April 25, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
Another Week, Another Fistful of Dollars, Soon to Be Scattered to the Four Winds
Doesn't this beat a real post? :)
Have yourself a great weekend (this weekend and every weekend)!
Thursday, April 03, 2008
GETTING PUBLISHED IS AWESOME, PT. 42,341
Furthermore, Malkmus' level of vocal engagement reaches its lowest ebb yet. Often, he sounds as though he's sleepwalking through the emotional motions here, pacing cadences in time with central melodic motifs, allowing them to hoist him aloft like a crowd surfer until the inevitable Jam Moment arrives.
On a deeper level, though, the book registers as an indictment of modern North American life, as the hopes, dreams, and delusions of a test-tube dude ultimately sound no less ludicrous than those of real people living real lives in a country that's going to pieces at an ever-accelerating speed.
So, go ahead, lob your darts: it’s international minstelry, it’s theft, it’s plainly synthetic. But in the musical sphere writ-large, what isn’t?
More importantly, who cares? Hit play again.
Your average rock outfit peppers its catchy rapture with gnarly rupture.
This is the region where Kunstler resides; much of The Long Emergency was spent recounting his forlorn drives through all-but-withered towns where industry was on the wane and farms were selling out to developers dead-set on building McMansions the locals probably couldn’t afford.
“I’m sorry that I wrecked that tour for us/The drugs left me wigging out on the bus,” Bemis apologizes to his bandmates on the herky-jerky mea culpa “Sorry, Dudes. My Bad.”
All is not uplifting though: Black teams playing in white regions, according to the book, require police escorts to and from games.
All but invisible before, their bitter voices are heard here.
"I wore leather pants and suede cowboy boots — to high school — had hair down to my ass, knew grown men with names like Trashy and Freak, sold out nights at Hollywood's storied venues, such as the Roxy, Gazzarri's, and the Troubadour," Williams brags. "I wrote songs that made dozens of people sing."
Every race on Earth — and a few, like Merpeople, that aren't legit — comes in for a psychopathic revisionist-historical drubbing here.
Swapping files between Michigan and California, this Wire-worthy, Never-Never-Land Hanson cobbled together a freak-folk mystery blissfully impervious to patience, logic, and sobriety.
On a deeper level, though, the book registers as an indictment of modern North American life, as the hopes, dreams, and delusions of a test-tube dude ultimately sound no less ludicrous than those of real people living real lives in a country that's going to pieces at an ever-accelerating speed.
So, go ahead, lob your darts: it’s international minstelry, it’s theft, it’s plainly synthetic. But in the musical sphere writ-large, what isn’t?
More importantly, who cares? Hit play again.
Your average rock outfit peppers its catchy rapture with gnarly rupture.
This is the region where Kunstler resides; much of The Long Emergency was spent recounting his forlorn drives through all-but-withered towns where industry was on the wane and farms were selling out to developers dead-set on building McMansions the locals probably couldn’t afford.
“I’m sorry that I wrecked that tour for us/The drugs left me wigging out on the bus,” Bemis apologizes to his bandmates on the herky-jerky mea culpa “Sorry, Dudes. My Bad.”
All is not uplifting though: Black teams playing in white regions, according to the book, require police escorts to and from games.
All but invisible before, their bitter voices are heard here.
"I wore leather pants and suede cowboy boots — to high school — had hair down to my ass, knew grown men with names like Trashy and Freak, sold out nights at Hollywood's storied venues, such as the Roxy, Gazzarri's, and the Troubadour," Williams brags. "I wrote songs that made dozens of people sing."
Every race on Earth — and a few, like Merpeople, that aren't legit — comes in for a psychopathic revisionist-historical drubbing here.
Swapping files between Michigan and California, this Wire-worthy, Never-Never-Land Hanson cobbled together a freak-folk mystery blissfully impervious to patience, logic, and sobriety.
"A" IS FOR APRIL, "A" IS FOR AWESOME!
NODIN IS AWESOME! NODIN LEARNING TO REPEAT WORDS AND TAKING A FAIRLY INTENSE INTEREST IN HAVING PEOPLE READ TO HIM IS AWESOME
BUILDING A HOUSE? AWESOME
5INGLES SEEING SYNDICATION? TRIPLE-FUDGE AWESOME! (ALTHOUGH I DON'T GO FOR TRIPLE-FUDGE ANYTHING AS A RULE)
NEW THURSTON MOORE X-TREME NOISE ALBUM (SENSITIVE/LETHAL)? AWESOME INNA EYES-GLAZED-OVER STYLE
THAT NEW GEICO AD WITH MRS. BUTTERWORTH, YOU KNOW, WHERE SHE'S ON A COUCH WITH SOME SUPPOSED GEICO CUSTOMER AND SHE'S ALL "OH MY GOODNESS, SOMEONE HAS PLACED A LOGO OVER MY FACE"? YEAH, THAT ONE? AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME AND ALSO A SIGN OF HOW OUR AGE IS SINKING EVER-DEEPER INTO A PARADIGM WHERE TWO OR MORE BRANDS ADVERTISING TOGETHER ISN'T WEIRD, JUST UTTERLY NORMAL, BECAUSE THE TERRORISTS AREN'T WINNING AND UNITED WE STAND AND DIVIDED WE FALL, ETC.
BARACK AND MICHELLE OBAMA HAVE A DAUGHTER NAMED MALIA; AWESOME! BECAUSE IF NODIN HAD BEEN A GIRL THAT'S WHAT WE WOULD'VE NAMED HIM
TYPING IN ALL CAPS SO IT SEEMS LIKE I'M YELLING AT YOU OVER THE INTERNETS: DISTRESSED METAL-FONT AWESOME
SKIMPING ON PUNCTUATION AND IN SO DOING LEAVING THINGS SORTA OPEN-ENDED IN TERMS OF MOOD EMPHASIS: AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME
THAT TINA FEY/RACHEL DRATCH FLICK ABOUT MOTHERHOOD LOOKS LIKE IT'LL BE AWESOME, SO STOKED, I'M SO THERE
RIC FLAIR GETTING BEAT BY SEAN MICHAELS AT WRESTLEMANIA 24 AND FORCED INTO RETIREMENT: AWESOME, DUDE WAS HELLA OLD AND I WAS ALWAYS SCARED HE WAS GONNA DIE IN THE RING
THE EVER-LENGTHENING WAIT FOR LIL WAYNE'S THE CARTER III? NOT ESPECIALLY AWESOME, BUT WHAT CAN YOU DO RIGHT PLAYA
MARLEE MATLIN ON DANCING WITH THE STARS AND GENERALLY? AWESOME
AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWESOME
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