Nov 1 2010

strumming into the void

If there’s no longer any point to Rocktober, then there sure as shit isn’t any point to the encore.  My blogosphere has become a dystopian hellscape.  It’s a desert wasteland, and I stand gaping – gasping – at the chasm wondering about the point of it all.  If only I had an electric guitar, so I could adequately express my despair through a solo.  Scratch that, two solos.

[UPDATE: Okay, so maybe I should have watched the “November Rain” video before I wrote my blurb.  Then I would have realized that Slash doesn’t actually stand next to a gaping chasm during his solos.]


Oct 31 2010

it’s a town full of losers and whatever

It’s been kind of a weird Rocktober this year.  Usually, I’m clawing my eyes out by this point because I’m so ready to be done.  I don’t feel that way tonight.  By the same token, though, I don’t feel like the high points have been as high as in years past.  Not having a plan made it tough at times to figure out what to say on any given day.  But I also didn’t spend much time kicking myself over not having the energy to write that great post I’d had planned for whatever day.  So yeah, it’s tough I guess to know what to make of this Rocktober.  Mostly I just wonder if anybody is still paying attention.

Here’s the best rock song ever.  Not that it matters.


Oct 20 2010

say a word for charlie brown

Today is my mom’s birthday.  And if there’s a better way to commemorate the occasion than with a song about her oldest child, I don’t want to hear about it.


Jun 24 2010

represent my ass

The tale of the tape on Weezer is that sooner or later they disappoint all their fans.  I was late to the party, so I thought I might be immune.  I, for one, found latter-day tracks such as “The Girl Got Hot” to be just as confessional in their own way as such revered emo classics as “Undone (The Sweater Song)” or “Say it Ain’t So.” Well, you can officially count me now in the ‘disappointed by Weezer’ camp.  What finally did me in are not insipid lyrics about a former ugly duckling made good or how awesome it would be to live in Beverly Hills, but insipid lyrics about the most insipid sport in all of sports.

Soccer can get fucked eight ways from Sunday.  I don’t need one of my favorite bands writing songs about how great it would be if my country did well in the sport’s premier tournament.  My country shouldn’t even be in the shameful tournament.  We’re better than that, and it’s a national embarrassment that we are collectively pretending otherwise.  I’m just hoping this whole thing is an elaborate joke.

[Editors’ note: Of course the goddamn video would be set to auto-play.  Don’t blame us, blame soccer.  Soccer is the scourge and we won’t be free until it is eliminated from our lives entirely.]

[Editors’ note amended:  We guess we figured out how to turn the auto-play off.  You’re welcome.  Now to tackle this ridiculous formatting problem.  Jesus, soccer sucks at literally everything.]


Jan 19 2010

white noise swells

I've got the Old 97's on repeat lately.

This song has been especially relevant for at least a week.

If not longer.

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Dec 31 2009

a metaphor, or something

I was walking home from the Metro about a half-hour ago, and had the delightful experience of stepping in a pile of shit in the middle of the sidewalk that some kind dog owner had neglected to clean up.  And that about sums up my miserable day and this miserable year.  I’d wish for a better 2010, but what’s the fucking point?


Dec 27 2009

my holiday in more than one hundred bullet-pointed words

A couple of hours ago, I got home from my annual December tour of the flyovers.  Here are a few of the highlights:

  • I kicked my sister’s ass at Rummikub.  It’s mostly a game of chance, so it’s not as satisfying as a Scrabble victory.  But the important thing is that I won.  A lot.
  • I watched Elf as I wrapped presents for the unknownth year in a row.  It was weird that I wasn’t wrapping presents on Christmas Eve this year.
  • I met up with a friend from high school I haven’t seen in at least ten years, and maybe since graduation.  That was good.
  • My ploy to buy the love of my nieces and nephews through cool Christmas presents continues apace.
  • I went to see Up in the Air by myself on Christmas Eve.  That was a little ironic, but I enjoyed it anyway.
  • I’m sick and tired of coming home sick and tired.  I’ll settle for just tired if my sister agrees not to bring sick kids from here on out.

Dec 10 2009

my thursday evening

I learned this evening that the Miami Redhawks basketball game against the nineteenth-ranked Cincinnati Bearcats is being broadcast on ESPN2.  I’ve never seen Miami play basketball on television outside of March (and those March games are rare), so it would just figure they’d be on at the same time as the Steelers.

At halftime, Miami is down by only one point.  The Steelers are losing and Ben Roethlisberger was just sacked for the fifth time.  They look fucking terrible, and they’re playing the goddamn Cleveland Browns.  So I think I’m gonna switch over to the basketball game.  I’m sure Ben will understand.


Dec 10 2009

that’s how they roll

I spent a lot of time this evening flipping channels between three games, and the one I watched least was the only one worth watching.  It figures.  Everything always sucks this time of year.  I don’t know why I expected sports to be any different.  Anyway, during one of the commercial breaks I didn’t reach for the remote quickly enough, but I was pleasantly surprised to see a few of the DC Rollergirls fill my screen.  I could wait until tomorrow to post this, but I’m already ready to move that last post down the page a bit.

A few observations:
1/ The Cherry Blossom Bombshells are the strongest contingent, which is unsurprising.
2/ I enjoy seeing the roller derby names as subtitles, especially “Five-Ho.”
3/ Who the hell are the Meat Locker Babes?


Oct 29 2009

eight o'clock rock

I promised myself I wasn't going to phone it in tonight.  But I only just now got home from work.  I had a mostly shitty day.  I'm way behind on a drawing I promised Daby and CarrieNation.  And my favorite baseball team – the New York Yankees – are playing game one of the World Series.  So here we are.

Chuck Klosterman calls this song "the emo 'Rock Around the Clock.'"  Is he right?  I don't know.  Nobody knows.  What's the point of debating, anyway?  Who cares?

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