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Bitten by the Cold, Hard Reality of Biden.

really? the candidate of "change" picked a guy who's been in the senate since 1973? while i can't say i'm surprised by it, it's a little bit disappointing. Biden's politics aside (which are OK in a pretty standard democratic party way), why pick the stodgy white guy? i'm fully aware that how a candidate looks should be pretty low on the list of reasons to vote (or not vote) for 'em, but Biden looks like an actor cast as president in some B-action movie. i was hoping for a little Bill Richardson action, who besides being a governor, was ambassador to the U.N. (executive and foreign policy experience in one!). plus he's a bearded, rotund Hispanic-American, which is an unusual sight in the American political landscape. (yes, i'm aware of his ties to the oil industry, but, really, who is in a position of power that doesn't have ties to some kind of life-devouring corporate behemoth?)

weezer is cool again

Teenage Victory Song, a site attempting to review every single Weezer track in existence, has articulated my feelings about the band far better than I ever could:

The chorus is pure melody and beauty, the lyrics offering a more universal counterpoint to the verse’s personal childhood references: “In the garage, I feel safe / No one cares about my ways / In the garage, where I belong / No one hears me sing this song.” It’s a somewhat easy rhyme, but it’s entirely forgivable considering its melody, the originality of the lyrics that come before and after it, and the fact that this more universal moment allows the listeners to make this song their own, even if they think Kiss is the worst band ever. “The garage” could just as well be your room, your apartment, your car — anyone who feels a little “different” from the simpletons of suburbia can relate to that. And then, “No one hears me sing this song” — it’s almost an open invitation to sing along in your own little world, privately wailing out of tune, fists pumping, loving every moment of it. “In The Garage” might as well be Weezer’s manifesto: secret anthems for the lonely ones.

Weezer also seem to have become so popular that they are uncool, which somehow makes them cool again.

sigh.

di fara. please note that the drummer for the yeah yeah yeahs, who is photographed about to chow down on one of dom's delectable dishes, looks eerily similar to me.

because i have nothing of import to say.

the works of kate beaton.

jon stewart loves pizza too.

'Mr. Stewart regards comedy as a kind of catharsis machine, a therapeutic filter for grappling with upsetting issues. "What's nice to us about the relentlessness of the show," he said, "is you know you're going to get that release no matter what, every night, Monday through Thursday. Like pizza, it may not be the best pizza you've ever had, but it's still pizza, man, and you get to have it every night."'

—nytimes.com

former man of leisure

please note that i found gainful employment at vtech communications where i'll be working as a junior designer and print production assistant literally next to tera and less literally next to marty. i start on the 25th.

thank you and good day.

internet mux music.

following in the footsteps of ian c. and many thousands of others, i made a muxtape.


t'anks to the bone tree for the reminder:

ffffound!

courtesy of Don't, Dad. via ffffound.com

i have nothing more to say on the matter.