sometimes when you’re on you’re really fucking on

Friday.

Kelis mixed with Q-tip? You got it. Ray Parker, jr. mixed with Will Smith? You got it. Check out the downloads on Mashmix.com.

I know I said I wasn’t going to talk about the debate, but my gf Jessi Klein does such a good job of it.

Thursday.

I am not even going to try to give commentary on the debates, because there are much better places to go for that. I am not going to comment on the smirking, the “uhs”, and the constant “oh, no you di’nt” that went on. Yarf.

However, each November, I get this ironic patriotic feeling. Like, everyone (correction: mostly the middle and upper class) are all watching the debates and having the same conversations the next morning. It makes the country feel part of my ingroup, and for once I welcome the mass conformity of being interested on politics. I strive so hard all year to be unique and distinguish myself from the mainstream, but election time I welcome falling into line and participating in the election. Yesterday I finally got my paperwork stating I was eligible to vote in CT, and I squealed with delight. Despite the actual dismal choices, the idea of going to the polls absolutely delights me. I guess this is patriotism? Whatever.

Currently listing to: Beulah, Yoko, Animal Collective’s Sung Tongs (meh), Neutral Milk Hotel’s In the Aeroplane Over the Sea, Coheed and Cambria’s Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth 3, +/-; You Are Here, Helio Sequence’s Love & Distance; Guided by Voices- Isolation Drills, John Vanderslice’s Time Travel is Lonely and finally got my hands on The Misfits’ Legacy of Brutality. How have I been living without unarguabley the best Misfits album? Unbelievable.

Oh, and fyi you guys, The Go Team kicks ass. Download stuff here.

A new bestseller: He’s Just Not That Into You: The Truth to Understanding Guys. Although I am in full support of anything that tells people franky that they are crap, this irks me to no end. Thank you, authors, for emphasizing the gender binary and basically generalizing all men and all women into generalized statements. If I ever meet anyone or see anyone who is reading this, I will have to make them dead to me. They are probably the same kind of women who proclaim “I’m a Carrie” and my friend is “soooooo my Miranda”. Me, hateful much? Absolutely. I am just sick of pop culture reducing everything, including adult relationships, to an episode of Dawson’s Creek.

Tonight:

Try this drinking game.

I’ve finally found my political niche: Kerry Haters for Kerry:


Are you going to vote for John Kerry even though you find him unpleasant, annoying, arrogant, waffling, misguided or just generally unappealing in some profound way? Then you’ve come to the right place! We’re Kerry Haters for Kerry — perhaps his largest constituency! No need to hide in the Kerry-hating closet anymore while you pretend to everyone that he’ll be a great president. Here you are among friends. You can speak freely and honestly. You can admit: ‘He’s awful! And I’m for him!’

Who will reign supreme?
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Well, Barbie, of course! She promotes kindness to animals! And health and exercise! Plus, she has a snazzy pantsuit and pretty hair that she lets me brush.

Finally, the answer to Tyra Banks’ snoozefest ego trip…Manhunt: The Search for America’s Hottest Male Model. Otherwise known as porn.
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Brian, Mario, John…I am counting on you to watch this religiously.

Cedric Diggory will be played by…

Meh.

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