This is my first official post-Seven Days blab session. Can’t promise it’ll be terribly exciting, though — I’m blogging from the office on a borrowed laptop, which means I don’t have recourse to all of my awesome MP3s, etc. Remind me to post something by the band Mammatus. ‘Cause they rule.
In lieu of bitchin’ tunes, I’ll pass along some hot links.
But first: did I mention that it’s my birthday on Wednesday, May 23? If you’re thinking of getting me a gift, may I suggest a high-paying, power-saturated job that doesn’t make me completely nauseous?
Anyway, here’s what’s been occupying my quantum-non locality of late:
The book I’m currently reading, Nixon & Kissinger: Partners in Power, is full of amazing revelations about the most secretive administration (excepting the G.W.Bushies) in history. Fun stuff, but it also has me shuddering at the psychological similarities between myself and the two principals. Also, it’s not particularly well-written, as is sometimes the case with political wonkfests.
Who among you has seen "Moral Orel," Adult Swim‘s stop-motion satire on evangelical living? I bought it on a whim without having previously caught an episode, and I’m glad I did. We recently saw the horrifying documentary Jesus Camp, so perhaps a corrective was in order. "Morel Orel" certainly did the trick. Rent it, buy it — do what you gotta do.
Additionally, I picked up the first season of "The Odd Couple." Tony Randall is the gay dad I never had.
Over the weekend, the wife and I tied one on and watched Say Anything on cable. I hadn’t seen it since it came out VHS. It has aged remarkably well; wish I could say the same for myself. I can say it’s weird to see my generation preserved on
Only two episodes left of "The Sopranos," and those cruel bastards at HBO have arbitrarily decided to make us wait TWO WEEKS before the next-to-last installment. I’d like to tie concrete blocks to their collective feet, put a rubber-banded plastic bag around their heads and plop ’em in a Jersey goombah’s pool. You fans know what I’m talkin’ about. Maybe you should read Slate‘s ongoing discussion of the Greatest American Serial Drama.
Ever since The Onion AV Club has allowed comments, it’s become one of the most fun reads around — The Hater blog in particular. Check out this entry about Avril Lavigne‘s recent appearance on the cover of Blender, and drink deep the pop-culture vitriol. Embarrasing confession time: I’m actually subscribed to that worthless rag. (Blender, not The Onion). Brooke’s parents had extra airline miles that could be traded for magazine subscriptions, and the pickins’ were pretty slim. On the bright side, we also get Underwater Basket Weaving Monthly.