In regards to the opening act I saw Saturday night, A Grand Old Party:
"So that's what it looks like when you masturbate with a guitar."
Rilo Kiley was miles upon miles better. In fact, I have a new love in my life. Jenny Lewis's wonderfully long and shapely legs. And the fact that she chose to pose at various angles during "Break Up" to show them off only made it better.
I really prefer her with the band, I do. The solo album was wonderful, but it was more country than I'd generally like, especially after hearing "Rise Up With Fists" played with their delightful sort of West Coast Surf Rock styling.
I am disappointed on one count: Jenny Lewis teased me briefly by holding up a melodica then discarding it for a keyboard.
"So that's what it looks like when you masturbate with a guitar."
Rilo Kiley was miles upon miles better. In fact, I have a new love in my life. Jenny Lewis's wonderfully long and shapely legs. And the fact that she chose to pose at various angles during "Break Up" to show them off only made it better.
I really prefer her with the band, I do. The solo album was wonderful, but it was more country than I'd generally like, especially after hearing "Rise Up With Fists" played with their delightful sort of West Coast Surf Rock styling.
I am disappointed on one count: Jenny Lewis teased me briefly by holding up a melodica then discarding it for a keyboard.
I'm off to run games, play games, and generally act the fool downtown this weekend at everyone's favorite excuse to party in the South, Dragon Con. I'll be armed with dice and deoderant, so rules lawyers and funk beware my roth, for it is rothful. Roth is a word, right? Like wrath? I think so.
Now, I have to turtle offline into a massive flurry of writing to make sure I have my head together when all the players in all five of my games go fucking stage left from my established plot.
"They could percolate the ocean in Brazil!"
Now, I have to turtle offline into a massive flurry of writing to make sure I have my head together when all the players in all five of my games go fucking stage left from my established plot.
"They could percolate the ocean in Brazil!"
I read Tarzan of the Apes recently.
I've got two things to say. One, jeebus, we've garbled that story to hell and back in less than a century. That whole "Me Tarzan, you Jane" bit? Not even mentioned once. The first language he picks up, of all things, is French, and by that point he's running around Paris and later Wisconsin, driving cars and wearing clothes.
Secondly, Burroughs has a wonderful style of writing, especially when portraying anyone with any sort of personal code or sense of chivalry. People just don't write like that anymore.
I've got two things to say. One, jeebus, we've garbled that story to hell and back in less than a century. That whole "Me Tarzan, you Jane" bit? Not even mentioned once. The first language he picks up, of all things, is French, and by that point he's running around Paris and later Wisconsin, driving cars and wearing clothes.
Secondly, Burroughs has a wonderful style of writing, especially when portraying anyone with any sort of personal code or sense of chivalry. People just don't write like that anymore.
I'm drinking rum out of a flask with the KGB logo and Lennin's head on it. Isn't America great?
You know, for the son of a photographer I know surprisingly little about photography. Fortunately, I do know a lot about computers, and I'm a quick study when it comes to anything I get manic about.
Tangent: I ordered the kitschiest thing a few weeks ago, and it finally arrived. It's a silver flask with the KGB insignia on it. I don't drink enough to put something like a flask to good use, but it looks great.
Tangent: I ordered the kitschiest thing a few weeks ago, and it finally arrived. It's a silver flask with the KGB insignia on it. I don't drink enough to put something like a flask to good use, but it looks great.
Where to start...well, why don't we try the name?
Despite presumtion of feminity that inevitably follows my favorite moniker, I am very much male, especially where it counts. There's a story behind it, though it's not particularly interesting. I'm an extremely comfortable person when it comes to sleeping. I can, and do, take naps anywhere. Left unattended, I'll sleep for fourteen to sixteen hours at a single stretch. Alarms help curtail that, and I've no problem functioning on less. Due to my frequent napping and tendancy to curl up on couches "like a cat," combined with my so far perpetually youthful appearance, my girlfriend at the time would remark how much I resembled a kitten.
The -i- is a little easier. I have an affinity bordering on obsession for Apple products. I cut my teeth on a brand new Mac LCIII in the fifth grade, and I've been hooked ever since, despite using other platforms. In fact, I'm writing this post on a slow second hand and second generation iBook.
Thus iKitten. Does that answer your questions before you ask them?
Despite presumtion of feminity that inevitably follows my favorite moniker, I am very much male, especially where it counts. There's a story behind it, though it's not particularly interesting. I'm an extremely comfortable person when it comes to sleeping. I can, and do, take naps anywhere. Left unattended, I'll sleep for fourteen to sixteen hours at a single stretch. Alarms help curtail that, and I've no problem functioning on less. Due to my frequent napping and tendancy to curl up on couches "like a cat," combined with my so far perpetually youthful appearance, my girlfriend at the time would remark how much I resembled a kitten.
The -i- is a little easier. I have an affinity bordering on obsession for Apple products. I cut my teeth on a brand new Mac LCIII in the fifth grade, and I've been hooked ever since, despite using other platforms. In fact, I'm writing this post on a slow second hand and second generation iBook.
Thus iKitten. Does that answer your questions before you ask them?
