No emo bullshit here. This is created for my rhetoric class, which is good because it gives me incentive to back my shit up after talking all kinds of trash about teenage asian girls' xangas. This will most likely not be any better. Probably worse.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
"There's something in the way she said 'I hate you cause you breathe'". That's already a fantastic line in and of itself, but when matched with perfect eh-who-gives-a-fuck attitude and jangly guitars and a soaring major key chorus with horns, its all that and a bag of chips. In fact, the first half of the record that I listened to is solid all around.
Justin Timberlake ft. T.I. - My Love.mp3
I think this is Timberlake's second single off of FutureSex/LoveSounds, possibly the worst title ever slapped onto an album. This track is all over the place: lots of bubbly synths, Timbaland's signature bouncy drums, and layered underneath it all is Timberlake's beatboxing. It's not great, but I wouldn't turn it off if it came on the radio as it is much more interesting to listen to than anything else these days. JT does his schtick as pop star extraordinaire, singing horribly cliche lyrics with flair. All that is fine and dandy until the King comes and completely wrecks shop. The flow is magnificient, catching the cadence of the synths and wrapping every syllable perfectly around the beat. Like Ludacris in 'Yeah', the song is good and all, but its the guest verse that steals the show.
Of Montreal - The Party's Crashing Us (I Am the World Trade Center mix).mp3
I've never heard the orginial song although I am pretty sure Jesse '13 year old girl' Smith sent me the album. Whatever, because this remix is pretty awesome. The only part that bugs me is the guy who mixed it calls himself I Am the World Trade Center. What kind of shitty hipster name is that?
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Your eyes are not decieving you, those are indeed Reebok Pumps remixed by Alife made completely out of tennis ball material.
And on a completely unrelated note, I hate people that talk about their dogs nonstop like its special in any form or fashion. Unless you're the owner of that dog that shoots like a kajillion free throws in a row, then fall back on the dog talk. It's just fucking rude. Word to David Cross.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Now, I'm not saying the idea of male empowerment hasn't been around. But in this day and age of Paris Hiltons, feminists and other generally dumb teenage girls who actually want to be the 4 over-the-hill single bitches in Sex and te City, I think all men have to toast Mr. D-O-double-G for coming up with a singular phrase that defines that mentality, and gives us all something to believe in.
Before you label me a sexist or woman hater and so forth, check out a pretty much fool-proof test on women:
a girl will think something is cute because a) it is proportionally smaller than usual, and/or b) something tries to imitate an adult action but fails miserably.
bonus points if its shiny.
Props to Mr. O'Bannon for the moment of genius.
Also: read up on A Man's Right To Choose (via Bol)
To cap things off, here is a great video by the Arctic Monkeys detailing an excellent example of why the world would be a much better place if it was indeed G's up, and ho's down.