“Clearly, your game is weak.”
Sorry for the lack of updates. Don’t start sending those nasty fan letters again, because Greg, Sheppard, and I have a good excuse for not posting. We forgot to tell you before we left, but the three of us went to Greg’s Vermont ski house for a few days. Despite the undeniable sweetness of the place, we didn’t have access to the Internets. As for the other writers, I guess they’re just not that dedicated. That’s right, I’m calling them out. To quote Kirsten Dunst, “bring it on!” I’m pretty sure that, in about 20 seconds, I’m going to regret quoting Mrs. Peter Parker, so you guys better get working.
In Vermont, I fully experienced Sheppard’s new upstate sayings. I was going to count how many times I heard him say, “Clearly, your game is weak,” but it wasn’t meant to be. I had somehow left my TI-89 at home and couldn’t be bothered with counting above 10.
Other sayings:
“Neg.”
“What are you saying right now?”
“Your mom.”
In other news, I heard the song “My Humps” at least twice a day thanks to the joys of XM Radio. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the Black Eyed Peas’ latest single, here’s what Pitchfork had to say about it:
The verdict is in, and the human race approves: “My Humps” is a worldwide hit! And it’s all due to the power of democracy: It wasn’t even planned as a single, but thanks to word-of-mouth, iTunes downloads, and inundations with requests at radio and MTV, the label finally caved and made it one. So, for the infinitesimal subfraction of you that have somehow managed to evade this omnipresent cultural crapsack, let me spoil the hook for you: “My hump! My hump! My hump!/ My hump! My hump! My hump!/ My hump! My hump! My hump!/ MY LOVELY LADY LUMPS!” For the rest of us, hearing this song for the first time was 2005’s most sobering musical experience. Like “Who Let the Dogs Out” before it, “My Humps” is so monumentally vacuous, slapped together and tossed-off that it truly tests the definition of “song.” It’s actually more like listening to a five-minute commercial jingle—a point driven home by the miles upon miles of product placement that attempt to pass for its verses. The good news, of course, is that something responsible for this much misery could never go unpunished, and at the last minute, God got his revenge: What other pop singer in music history has ever unwittingly pissed her pants onstage?
Speaking of Pitchfork, I noticed that they’ve listed their top 50 albums of the year. Not surprisingly, they went with Sufjan Stevens at #1. Yeah.
While I was away, the Knicks continued their slide into the infinite abyss. However, I’m not too worried about them even if they have lost nine of their last 10. In about three years, they’ll have a draft pick, and don’t forget that Lebron is coming to play for them. Yeah, right…
In the immortal words of Woody Paige, “Todd Bertuzzi is a thug,” and “Bob Marley had long hair, and he never played in the NFL.”
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December 23rd, 2005 at 12:28 am
Hey, don’t forget, the Yankees signed Johnny Damon.
December 23rd, 2005 at 12:37 am
illinois was good when i listened to it. that was in july, and it hasn’t spun since. it had some standouts, but i feel like he suffer the same problem that the fiery furnaces do (well, one of their problems) - nobody is there to step in and say "okay, that’s enough." "the man of metropolis" is a great song, as is "chicago" but they could stand to be cut down. sufjan’s at his best, i think, with his shorter songs (cf. "john wayne gacy, jr").
perhaps he feels as though he needs the longer songs to best encapsulate the "feel" of each state, and maybe i’m just not "getting it," but i feel as though some of his stuff is needlessly long and drawn-out.
he’s got a knack for songwriting and arrangement, though, i’ll give him that.