It was Bob Dylan.
(Not really, but bitter folkies–sequestered to Rennaisance Faires–needed someone to blame.)
Another Reason…
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows will not be on the New York Times’ Top Ten Best-Sellers List.
Really.
Don’t believe me?
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“The paper of record.”
Yeah. Remember that the next time you base “quality” on how much something sells.
D&D is the best-selling RPG of all time and Britney Spears is better than your favorite band.
My New Site
www.John-Wick.com
Designed by Richard Logue. (Take a bow, Richard!)
Not quite finished, but still damn pretty.
He’s fucking serious
My score on The Which Lolcat Are You? Test:
Serious Cat
(25 % Affectionate, 50 % Excitable , 48 % Hungry)
Hungry for knowledge in any internet forum, you demand decorum. Any off-topic remarks, absurd statements, or tomfoolery on the interweb is deeply frowned upon by you. Truth has no room for drollery.
Link: The Which Lolcat Are You? Test
(OkCupid Free Online Dating)
For the last few tours, Alex Lifeson–the guitarist for Rush–had a Mr. Potato Head on his amp.
For this tour, it looks like he’s got a bunch of Barbie Doll groupies (as well as Mr. Potato Head) all holding up little stickie notes. Apparently, the stickies are changed each show by the roadies. They include notes such as:
“I like the drummer” and
“My grandpa thinks you’re cool” and
“I was conceived at a Rush concert”
among others.
Good for the Goose…
(from the Washington Post, dated May 6, 1998)
A federal judge has ruled that President Clinton cannot use the power of his office to block prosecutors from questioning his senior aides, rejecting Clinton’s assertion of executive privilege in the Monica S. Lewinsky investigation, lawyers familiar with the decision said yesterday.
In a ruling issued under court seal Monday, Chief U.S. District Judge Norma Holloway Johnson concluded that independent counsel Kenneth W. Starr’s need to collect evidence in his obstruction of justice probe outweighs Clinton’s interest in preserving the confidentiality of White House discussions, the lawyers said.
Outrage isn’t the word…
… but it’s fucking close.
Bush admits someone in his administration probably leaked the name of a CIA operative for the purposes of sabotaging and/or blackmail… and he doesn’t understand why the rest of the world can’t “get over it.”
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/19728346/
Henry Rollins = Hero
Epiphany
1977 and I’m nine years old.
My dad’s parents live in a small suburb in St. Paul and I spend weekends there. My grandfather in a wheelchair, my tiny grandmother rushing around the house trying to make everyone happy.
This is the house where my father grew up. Grew up with three brothers and two sisters. A two-bedroom house with an attic and a basement. And up in the attic is where I stay, hiding from my scary, angry grandfather.
Up in the attic where my uncles live. Where their record collections live.
1977 and I’m nine years old.
I’ve read J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis and H.P. Lovecraft. Batman and Spider-Man. Conan and Elric.
I find one record. A cover that grabs my eyes and won’t let go. I have no idea what it sounds like. I’m not supposed to play my uncles’ records… I’m not supposed to play my uncles’ records… I’m not supposed to…
I didn’t know anything about sex. But seven songs later, I wanted to know.
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That Halloween, I’m in the TV room, the set turned as low as I could. My parents are upstairs pretending they don’t know I’m up way passed my bedtime.
It’s Saturday night. Doctor Who on PBS. Saturday Night Live on Channel 2. I’m switching back and forth, a blanket thrown up over the TV to block the light.
Christopher Lee on SNL. He introduces the band. The band I’ve been waiting for.
It started almost a year before. It hasn’t ended.
A long, long love affair.
Songs so loud they grab your heart and squeeze every last ounce out of it.
Voices so loud they make sirens blush for shame.
Everything louder than everything else.
A long, long love affair.
Music, music, music.
And white tank tops.
Live Earth: Spinal Tap
The only moment worth watching at the Live Earth thing was this.
Spinal Tap + Every Friggin’ Bass Player at the show (including every member of Metallica) all playing one song.
And if you’re a Tap fan, you know what song I’m talking about.
Fuck Yeah.