(this is annie)

baby puts out old flames

Oh, so I finally took at look at this site on my non-work computer. Sorry about that resolution problem; I resolve (nudge nudge, tee hee) to fix that when I install my new hard drive. It's a Barracuda, and every time I look at it, I sing, "Oooh! Barra-coo -duhhhh!" like the 70's child that I am.

Is it just me, or do At the Drive In and Les Savy Fav sound like mirrors? I feel grizzled because when I heard the latter band yesterday, I thought, "Hrm, this sounds okay, but not spectacular, and certainly nothing breathtakingly new." OLD OLD OLD.

Please don't call this a weblog, or worse, a "blog." Call it what it is: the occasionally updated random ramblings of the Squirrel Emperor.

The current issue of Brill's Content has a decent article about Bill Maher, host of tv's smash hit talk show, Politically Incorrect. Basically it points out that he's an insensitive, sexist celebrity ass-kisser. Speaking of magazines, Inside.com's print v ersion landed in my mailbox the other day. Its design looks like all those other new economy magazines (read: snoozily sterile), and the writing didn't excite me. What's interesting is that out of all the editorial photos in a December issue, there are on ly two women represented among a sea of men. For more grim amusement, count the non-white faces. Disappointing.


sleep spent

On Friday night I re-purchased all the Clash records that I'd sold after the great Pogodzinski breakup of 97; until summer 99, I'd hear "The Guns of Brixton" and get a little choked up. Funny, eh? Of course, now that I'd like to be his friend, I have no i dea where he lives, eats, sleeps, breathes, and so on. When I look at old pictures, I feel slightly sentimental -- more disappointed than anything, because connections slip away so easily and furtively.

Yesterday I had a sudden case of the mean reds; it came on with neither reason nor warning. There was a little provocation, I guess, but every so often I become completely irrational about the way I look, and I feel as alluring as Granny from the Beverly Hillbillies. Andrew calls this behavior uncalled for, and although I know he's right, it's a wily beast! Oddly enough, this is the first year I've had a full-length mirror, and it always makes me feel better about myself. Go figure.

A Citibank commercial has The Ladybug Transistor plink-plonking away in the background. That's right, I bank at the indie rock bank, Brooklyn style.

i fought the law and the law won

Last night, after arguing with Evan but before yelling at him, I was ready to hop the Clark bus at Diversey. The bus door opened, I waved to Evan, and as I was getting on, the driver said, "Get on if you're going to get on!"

So I justifiably replied, "I'm getting on. You don't need to be rude about it." And then four exchanges each of this: "No, you're rude!" I got the last word in.

salad days

I cannot stop eating today! Treats everywhere, teas and peanuts and cherries and pineapple... I am like a ravenous bunny.

If you have a little extra money lying around (and who doesn't? Certainly not me, who forgot to pay the phone bill and may have disconnected service) now is the time to buy that DVD player you've been eyeing. It may seem like a frivolous investment in home entertainment, but ooh, once you try it out, there's no going back. Sharp picture, perfect sound, extra footage! It's a good thing Kozmo.com started charging too much; otherwise it would be a winter of delivered movies and couch-lounging for moi.

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