Some creative differences, and other thoughts...
Steve has decided to split off from my blog and start his own. Funny how he got such a big fucking head after getting mentioned in Bill Simmons' column two weeks ago...
I got the impression that this was actually a difficult decision for Steve to make, and I wish I would have saved the email he sent me informing me of this decision. He came off as sheepish, and ashamed (as he should be). I guess I pictured him sitting in front of his computer for 2 hours, trying to find the words. In the end, he just couldn't tell me to my face.
Anyways, for anyone that might be interested in rants and opinions that are half as interesting as mine (but better written), check out http://thenaked-truth.blogspot.com
Here are some of my random thoughts and observations from the past week (oh and sorry for the lack of activity, if anyone still reads this, I've been busy....yeah, thats it...busy)
-I stayed up late tonight to catch musical guest The Bravery on Carson Daly's show. First off, (and I know this has been addressed before) just how out of touch are TV execs, anyway? Carson Daly was popular in 1999, back when kids were still doing drugs. Now that those kids are of drinking age now, they are out in bars getting fucked up while Carson is doing his show. Thank god it is only a half hour, because it was downright painful. He may be the least funny person on the planet.
Anyways, I was fairly disappointed in The Bravery, their lead singer can't sing to save his life. Hopefully this should put to rest all the comparisons to Franz Ferdinand, whom I saw live this past October, and they kick fucking ass.
-This past Friday, we took my friend Laura to her first NHL game. We saw the Blackhawks manhandle the lowly Pittsburgh Penguins 4-1, the high point in the evening coming early in the second period, when a fight broke out. Unbeknownst to Laura, this activity is not only allowed, but actually encouraged in the NHL. Her reaction was priceless: "...wait, so they can do that!? You mean they really let them hit eachother? That is awesome!"
I'm always doing my part to increase the popularity of the NHL. Seriously, if the 'Hawks weren't quite possibly the worst, most poorly run sports franchise in the entire world, they would have quite a following. (Interstingly enough, the place was actually close to packed on Friday night)
-If you didn't see a replay of Caps phenom Alexander Ovechkin's goal on Monday night, then I strongly suggest you head over to http://www.espn.com/nhl and check it out. It was probably the greatest goal I have ever seen.
-Can we quit the pissing and moaning over the new so-called "smoking ban" in Chicago? First of all, this won't even affect bars until 2008, and all of you idiot girls bitching about this will be married/moved to the 'burbs/knocked up by then anyway, so this really doesn't apply to you. I just feel bad for my 15 year old cousin, she's destined to be a smoker, and I could see this affecting her decision to attend Sarah Lawrence over Northwestern in 2008.
-Speaking of idiot girls, I have a new broad generalization (actually, this one is more like a generalization about broads). It seems to me that a lot of women are reading more of the self-help genre these days. Books like "He's Not That In To You", "Face it, You Aren't That Into Him Either", "Always Hold Out For Something Better", and of course "Never Sleep With Short Brown Guys" are flying off the shelves. I flipped through a few chapters of one of the aforementioned texts (two of which actually exist) the other day at my neighbor's house. I found most of what I read to be complete bullshit, and the other 30% to be of the "No Shit, Sherlock" variety. It seems to me that these authors are just trying to cash in on women's insecurities about dating. Maybe I'm just getting older, but all of a sudden its a fucking race to the altar, and not just that, but its a race to find the ideal man, and not someone who is particularly smart, but someone who has good genes and will make a good looking baby later on down the road.
Look, no one is saying anyone should be "settling" (or whatever your conventional definition of "slumming" might be), but why can't dating just be simple? If you like someone, if they make you laugh, if they pick up the occasional check, if they are at least mildly decent in bed, and don't have a face that scares small children, then stay with them, dammit! These fucking books are just filling your head with nonsense!
I actually talked about this with Amy at great length today, and the more I think about it, the more credit I have to give her. Her process was pretty simple. She found a guy that made her happy, so she stayed with him. And that was it. There was no Garry Marshall love story screenplay-in-the-making here.
As far as the superficiality in the dating process goes, Steve probably phrased it better than anyone: "if they are hot, but a fucking idiot now, just wait 20 years, and you'll be stuck with an ugly fucking idiot"
-Just got done reading Chuck Klosterman's "Killing Yourself to Live". I highly recommend it to anyone who worships at the twin altars of music and pop culture. Its like Nick Hornby's High Fidelity, only its more of an autobiographical account (85% of a true story, to be exact)
-Some bands I've been into lately: the aforementioned Bravery, Bloc Party, The Music, and Art Brut
-My favorite commercial on TV right now is without question those local ads for that buffet style restaurant Reza's. Its like they were trying to win a contest for the least amount of money spent on a television ad. Now the ad in question is actually quite simple: the premise involves 4 people arguing over where to go for dinner. The first person wants steak. The second wants vegetarian. The third wants seafood. The fourth person, interesting enough, wants kabobs. Now the funny part isn't just that this guy wants kabobs, but its his body english when he proclaims this. He is quite defiant, its kabobs or nothing! Now I can't tell you how many times I've had this happen to me, where I've had a crack-like craving for kabobs, to the point where its actually ended friendships. If Reza's was smart, they would start marketing t-shirts that said "Kabobs or Bust". Funny stuff...these are the things the tourist bureau should be paying attention to...not that "Navy Pier" crap.
http://www.rezasrestaurant.com/
..a look at their website reveals that they used that extra 8 dollars from the TV ad on a top notch internet site.
Whew! That ought to hold everyone over for a few days. As always, keep the comments clean, and try not to insult me too much, you know how I take everything seriously....
I got the impression that this was actually a difficult decision for Steve to make, and I wish I would have saved the email he sent me informing me of this decision. He came off as sheepish, and ashamed (as he should be). I guess I pictured him sitting in front of his computer for 2 hours, trying to find the words. In the end, he just couldn't tell me to my face.
Anyways, for anyone that might be interested in rants and opinions that are half as interesting as mine (but better written), check out http://thenaked-truth.blogspot.com
Here are some of my random thoughts and observations from the past week (oh and sorry for the lack of activity, if anyone still reads this, I've been busy....yeah, thats it...busy)
-I stayed up late tonight to catch musical guest The Bravery on Carson Daly's show. First off, (and I know this has been addressed before) just how out of touch are TV execs, anyway? Carson Daly was popular in 1999, back when kids were still doing drugs. Now that those kids are of drinking age now, they are out in bars getting fucked up while Carson is doing his show. Thank god it is only a half hour, because it was downright painful. He may be the least funny person on the planet.
Anyways, I was fairly disappointed in The Bravery, their lead singer can't sing to save his life. Hopefully this should put to rest all the comparisons to Franz Ferdinand, whom I saw live this past October, and they kick fucking ass.
-This past Friday, we took my friend Laura to her first NHL game. We saw the Blackhawks manhandle the lowly Pittsburgh Penguins 4-1, the high point in the evening coming early in the second period, when a fight broke out. Unbeknownst to Laura, this activity is not only allowed, but actually encouraged in the NHL. Her reaction was priceless: "...wait, so they can do that!? You mean they really let them hit eachother? That is awesome!"
I'm always doing my part to increase the popularity of the NHL. Seriously, if the 'Hawks weren't quite possibly the worst, most poorly run sports franchise in the entire world, they would have quite a following. (Interstingly enough, the place was actually close to packed on Friday night)
-If you didn't see a replay of Caps phenom Alexander Ovechkin's goal on Monday night, then I strongly suggest you head over to http://www.espn.com/nhl and check it out. It was probably the greatest goal I have ever seen.
-Can we quit the pissing and moaning over the new so-called "smoking ban" in Chicago? First of all, this won't even affect bars until 2008, and all of you idiot girls bitching about this will be married/moved to the 'burbs/knocked up by then anyway, so this really doesn't apply to you. I just feel bad for my 15 year old cousin, she's destined to be a smoker, and I could see this affecting her decision to attend Sarah Lawrence over Northwestern in 2008.
-Speaking of idiot girls, I have a new broad generalization (actually, this one is more like a generalization about broads). It seems to me that a lot of women are reading more of the self-help genre these days. Books like "He's Not That In To You", "Face it, You Aren't That Into Him Either", "Always Hold Out For Something Better", and of course "Never Sleep With Short Brown Guys" are flying off the shelves. I flipped through a few chapters of one of the aforementioned texts (two of which actually exist) the other day at my neighbor's house. I found most of what I read to be complete bullshit, and the other 30% to be of the "No Shit, Sherlock" variety. It seems to me that these authors are just trying to cash in on women's insecurities about dating. Maybe I'm just getting older, but all of a sudden its a fucking race to the altar, and not just that, but its a race to find the ideal man, and not someone who is particularly smart, but someone who has good genes and will make a good looking baby later on down the road.
Look, no one is saying anyone should be "settling" (or whatever your conventional definition of "slumming" might be), but why can't dating just be simple? If you like someone, if they make you laugh, if they pick up the occasional check, if they are at least mildly decent in bed, and don't have a face that scares small children, then stay with them, dammit! These fucking books are just filling your head with nonsense!
I actually talked about this with Amy at great length today, and the more I think about it, the more credit I have to give her. Her process was pretty simple. She found a guy that made her happy, so she stayed with him. And that was it. There was no Garry Marshall love story screenplay-in-the-making here.
As far as the superficiality in the dating process goes, Steve probably phrased it better than anyone: "if they are hot, but a fucking idiot now, just wait 20 years, and you'll be stuck with an ugly fucking idiot"
-Just got done reading Chuck Klosterman's "Killing Yourself to Live". I highly recommend it to anyone who worships at the twin altars of music and pop culture. Its like Nick Hornby's High Fidelity, only its more of an autobiographical account (85% of a true story, to be exact)
-Some bands I've been into lately: the aforementioned Bravery, Bloc Party, The Music, and Art Brut
-My favorite commercial on TV right now is without question those local ads for that buffet style restaurant Reza's. Its like they were trying to win a contest for the least amount of money spent on a television ad. Now the ad in question is actually quite simple: the premise involves 4 people arguing over where to go for dinner. The first person wants steak. The second wants vegetarian. The third wants seafood. The fourth person, interesting enough, wants kabobs. Now the funny part isn't just that this guy wants kabobs, but its his body english when he proclaims this. He is quite defiant, its kabobs or nothing! Now I can't tell you how many times I've had this happen to me, where I've had a crack-like craving for kabobs, to the point where its actually ended friendships. If Reza's was smart, they would start marketing t-shirts that said "Kabobs or Bust". Funny stuff...these are the things the tourist bureau should be paying attention to...not that "Navy Pier" crap.
http://www.rezasrestaurant.com/
..a look at their website reveals that they used that extra 8 dollars from the TV ad on a top notch internet site.
Whew! That ought to hold everyone over for a few days. As always, keep the comments clean, and try not to insult me too much, you know how I take everything seriously....
posted by MarK at 10:53 PM
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Bloc Party is awesome. Did you catch frontman Kele Okereke on the cover of URB magazine with your homegirl (and fellow Tamil Tiger) M.I.A.?
http://www.urb.com/online/guts/132.shtml
Nope missed that one... fellow Tamil Tiger? If my dad read that one, he would cut off your oxycontin pipeline. Good thing the Tamils have started blowing themselves up lately, and not others.
In my holiday visiting, I found a friend in possession of "The Hook-Up Handbook." Expecting it to encourage women to become sluts, I excitedly tore through the first 20 pages or so. Needless to say, I was disappointed, and there will not be a new crop of sluts hitting the scene anytime soon.
I also found it more than just slightly comical that the typeset of the book was a kind I hadn't seen since 2nd grade. Large lettering, double-spaced, numerous illustraions. And the illustrations weren't even sexual. They were, like, cosmopolitan glasses and stuff like that. This book was seriously written for 12-year-old.
...Which would be great, if it were grooming her to become a slut in a few years. Alas. Alas...
Only idiot girls complaining about the smoking ban huh? That's funny, because in New Zealand we have a total smoking ban for public inclosed spaces over the whole country, and from what I witnessed it was mostly men bitching about not being able to smoke cigarettes or cigars inside.
Yeah self-help's for suckers, but again, I've seen many 'success' books marketed towards those of the male persuasion.
But I'm sure you were just generalising right?
People "think" about dating too much. There is no magic book that is going to make them fall in love or a better person. Two people will meet and fall in love and THAT IS THAT. When, nobody knows. Everybody tries to speed up the process, and writers capitalize on that.
Remember Deemo's roommate? Now he's a Jeremy that self help love books are made for!
But then again, what do I know, I'm just some idiot girl complaining about the smoking ban.
I heard "Never Sleep with Short Brown Guys" is actually climbing it's way up the bestsellers list. And who can blame it for being such a big hit, I mean it's common sense put down in such a way that even the aveage Miami Girl can mostly comprehend it. Since you left here, I swear they're only getting hotter and fuckin dumber.
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