Kablammo!

First and foremost, I have this to say: Fuck you, [Peeter N.], for getting me hooked on such a shitty song. I hate you forever.

What song is this? Why, ‘Dragostea Din Tei’ by Haiducii, of course. Go and download it this minute (scroll down for a link), like I was forced to as soon as I got home from this weekend, where it had been playing in the bar on loop for a while Saturday night. It’s no exaggeration to say I listened to the damn thing thirty times on Sunday night.

You know how it is, you get a song stuck in your head and the only way to get rid of it is to get it stuck in someone else’s.

In other news, though, I found this quite hilarious, and you might, as well.

Song of the Moment: «Dragostea Din Tei» — Haiducii

Edited, 15 Nov. 2010: Peeter N.’s name removed upon request.

Why is it that whenever I eat an ice pop I get an uncontrollable urge to cough?

Song of the Moment: this as-yet-unnamed song

So I hit a fucking deer tonight on my way home from school. It left a nice fucking dent in the hood of my mother’s car, too.

Perhaps this will be followed up by stuff pertaining to what’s happened in the past few weeks, but perhaps not.

An interesting enough week-end, I suppose. While growing ever more inured to the actions of denizens of the internet’s dankest and most luxurious corners, I met a minor celebrity and realized why he’s universally reviled. Also, I got a bunch of kids drunk after showing off my Manhattan skillz.

Then I learned that, if given a choice between escorting people through a sudden drenching downpour or ducking into a local music store open until all hours of the night, I’d much rather buy a copy of Franz Ferdinand’s Franz Ferdinand than interact with other human beings. I can’t say I’m surprised by that turn of events.

Today, as luck had it, the Pistons played the Nets. I happened to be at the Meadowlands to see the whole thing, since I made the decision last week to go on eBay while drunk. I’m thankful for the fact that I really didn’t spend all that much money on the tickets I bought, especially considering that I got them for less than face value. Also, they were nosebleed seats but positioned such that we got a beautiful view of the court. All in all, the tickets were not worth complaining about in the least. The gameplay, of course, left something to be desired. I wouldn’t say the Pistons won so much as the Nets lost. Of the game’s 48 minutes, New Jersey was actually playing for maybe 10. The rest of the time, they were taking the most ill-advised shots I’ve ever seen, letting Detroit get all the rebounds they wanted, and generally playing some very sloppy basketball. If the Pistons hadn’t been playing almost as poorly, they would have won by 30 instead of nearly letting the game go to overtime. I really fucking hope Larry Brown chewed them out for coming so close to losing the series for no good reason. Of course, I also hope that the Nets manage to win game 7, but whatever.

Also, David Bowie’s “Andy Warhol” is borne a striking resemblance to by Metallica’s “Master of Puppets”. Proof is here. Both are very good songs. Go and listen to both of them. And then listen to The Unicorns for a bit.

Tonight I get to drink all the free Guinness I can stomach. Excellent.

Song of the Moment: «Jellybones» — The Unicorns

So I met David Cross today while I was waiting for my order at Crif Dogs. I told him that I loved his work on Aqua Teen Hunger Force. Jigglebilly is good stuff.

And that’s basically the end of the story.

However, tonight I go watch Monty Python’s The Life of Brian in an actual movie theater. What a crazy city this New York is.

Song of the Moment: «12 Apinaa» — Nylon Beat

Days since the end of “major combat operations in Iraq” was declared: 366
Ratio of American troops in Iraq killed after this declaration to those killed before: 4.3:1

Number of American troops in Iraq killed during April 2003: 73
Number killed during April 2004: 138

Thanks for all the comment spam, Enn.

Song of the Moment: «Savoy Truffle» — The Beatles

Well it looks like Arne’s comment system is retarded so any comments he’ll be getting from me will be in the form of TrackBacks, because I’m far too lazy to type in my email address, and I don’t trust the badlydigital.com administrators enough to let them set cookies on my computer. Them’s the breaks.

In other news, buy this CD. Even Pitchfork says to buy it. For serious. It’s quite good. Hell, just steal it if you want; you won’t regret it.

Song of the Moment: «The Monkey’s Back» — Menomena

At first, I was going to post a happy update today. Something along the lines of ‘Kinder Eggs are Awesome!!’ I was going to include the following picture, and just leave it at that.

Maybe I’d have added a little disclaimer or something too, along the lines of “stay the fuck away from the post office during the week of April 15th”. But that would have been lighthearted and stuff, and nothing would have been wrong.

However, then I went and did very very poorly on my exam today, realized that I’ve been procrastinating a very very unhealthy amount in every class this semester despite promising myself (as always) that I’d get shit done on time this time (for once), and decided to dwell on my stupid angstfaggot problems involving the fairer sex just to round out my complaining.

For some reason I thought that smoking might cheer me up. It didn’t, really. Then for some reason I thought that buying the Kinks’ Ultimate Collection might cheer me up. It didn’t, really. Same with the Thrills’ So Much for the City and Beulah’s Yoko. Ah well.

However, it turns out that leaving suitably unhappy away messages up all day gets people to talk to you, and for that I’m grateful.

Song of the Moment: «Sunny Afternoon» — The Kinks

Today saw a lot of small things go very well. I went to bed last night intending to wake up early this morning and get some work done before class. Normally, the very notion of me even accomplishing the simple task of getting out of bed before class has begun is completely laughable in its absurdity. And yet, when my alarm went off at 8:30, I was out of bed and awake within an hour. (Yes, that qualifies as a triumph.)

Since I was awake on time, I assumed I would proceed to waste all of the time I had before class by reading or watching useless crap on the internet, stuff like this and this. I was therefore quite amazed to discover that I only wasted half an hour in such a fashion, after which I actually worked on an essay for my class this morning. I didn’t finish it, but I had enough written to be satisfactory for my purposes today. Go figure.

I was sure that my decision to eat a nice leisurely lunch, waste more time on the internet, and play guitar between classes today instead of studying for the exam I had scheduled for this afternoon would come back to haunt me. You can imagine my surprise when I learned that class and the exam had been cancelled, giving me another week to put off studying.

Then, when I went to mail some bills, it turned out I had the exact number of stamps I needed. Score another one for me; no need to go to the post office yet. I rock.

Add in the beautiful weather, and today was a damn nice day.

Song of the Moment: «Mon Amour» — Xploding Plastix [Video]

I was informed today (thank Google) that a kid in my high school graduating class died 2 years ago. He was 18. Rumor has it he died by his own hand. I never gave two shits about him while he was alive (I think I never actually had a conversation with him in my life), so I won’t pretend to be more distraught by this news than I actually am.

To be perfectly frank, I’m a bit less upset by the idea that this particular kid may have taken his own life than I am by the idea that a kid in my graduating class may have taken his own life. Having gone to school with somebody who’s now dead is an unsettling feeling, as is finding out about such years after the fact. Jesus, call me selfish, but I hope I leave more of a legacy than some Final Fantasy VI fan-fiction and a cautionary example of why the senior slump is a bad thing.

On one hand, I can’t envision him hurting a fly, but on the other hand I really wasn’t surprised at all to learn that he was gone. He was certainly smart enough to deserve better, so I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he thought through whatever he may or may not have done.

In other news, if I had any notions about having any skill as a writer (hint: I certainly did) this fellow has disabused me of them. I’d be jealous, but jealousy would serve absolutely no purpose. We’re obviously not in any sort of contest, but he won anyway, and I begrudge him nothing. After all, he took my half-formed opinions about Star Wars: Episode II: Attack of the Clones, fleshed them out, thought them through, and wrote about them in far more detail than I would have in a million trillion years. Well played.

Song of the Moment: «Pinball Wizard» — The Who