Happy Moving Day

because frankly my musings were clogging up my myspace

1.How important is variety? I'm horribly embarrassed if anyone asks my favourite band and favourite album in the same breath. Having to mutter "um the answer to both questions is The Smiths" is just not pleasant. While some of the blame must go to Moz for being unimaginitive enough to have an eponymously titled debut the fact remains that I'd much rather say "while my favourite band are the the ridiculously popular Smiths my favourite album is an obscure bedroom project that you've never heard of". Really, I'd just be much happier if nobody ever asked me questions regarding my music taste. Next time i will just walk off...don't think i wont, i did it to Linkin Park girl didn't i?

2.On to the subject of obscure bedroom projects nobody has ever heard of, the high point of the day(don't get excited its been a really really dull day to date) is Feed the animals. I have affection by the truck load for Girl Talk and his Frankenstein like creations. Highlights of this most recent incarnation include lollipop over the riff from scar tissue, the cure seamlessly into The Police with some crazy rap over the top,lithium and salt n' pepper(i think), Jay-Z over Paranoid Android...in fact no, just the whole thing is great, the man is a genius. Also he's gone and done a Radiohead so its for free if you're that way inclined...which i am temporarily but I'll buy the real version when it comes out...swearsies.

3.I wonder how seriously other people take fashion faux-pas. I mean everyone laughs at socks and sandals etc but before getting dressed today(I'll not go into detail about times but i didn't feel like resigning myself to the tyranny of trousers until it was absolutely necessary) i was walking around my house in boxers and a tee-shirt, when passing the mirror i recoiled in horror as i realised i had combined a navy tee shirt with black boxers...it looked awful, just awful...there is only one thing to do from here on out, start co-ordinating my underwear with my tee shirt choices. The question remains, how normal is this or is it straight from ocdville?

4.In TV cliches up there along with slutty cheerleader and maverick cops who get the job done dammit is the self-loathing narcissist. Yet its always used as an insult, "i could never love you, you're just a self-loathing narcissist" etc. Maybe its time people realised that, it's a perfectly natural condition. Most human beings are worth being loathed, narcissists are forced to think about themselves all the live long day, naturally they wont like what they find, ergo self-loathing. G'wan just try and think about yourself all day...not being a self-loathing narcissist is quite an achievment.

5. Congrats Jamie-Lynn. Would have been a hearty congrats if it wasn't for the porn-star name you gave you're child but hey. Sure Nickelodeon are distraught but what better way to teach the youth about the dangers of adolescence than expose the results of promiscuous teenage sex. Surely its better to educate by examples like this than by having ugly-afro'd up kids thinking they can hook up with the most popular girl in school by sending a well timed "i love you.xxx" text message?* Because that kids, doesn't happen, unwanted and unplanned bundles of joy do.

*did he just reference a specific Zoe 101 episode i hear you ask? Why yes, yes i did.


jay,
wishing you an owl day,
{o,o}
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