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Tuesday, August 17, 2004
 
I stare at my computer all day, wondering why nothing resembling work seems to appear on the screen. How can I justify spending an entire day doing anything but the small amount of non-challenging work with which I am charged? Well, I got a clue from Nick "no relation" Broomfield's 1996 documentary Fetishes, in which a dominatrix says something like "working all day at a job that doesn't challenge you -- that's the real torture." I hate having knowledge dropped on my by someone who refers to herself with a straight face as "Mistress Delilah," but you take your wisdom where you can get it these days, am I right? Far be it from me to disdain advice just because it came from HBO OnDemand's sketchiest menu. Oh lord. Can someone rescue me? A book deal or a record contract. Draft me into a secret wing of the government, force me to electrocute kittens, I don't care! As long as it's challenging!
     lo left New York this weekend for the hot and tornado-y city of Houston, bequeathing me a memory-foam mattress-pad and an Insound Trading Card Series trading card featuring The Fiery Furnaces. I keep staring at the card, mostly at Eleanor Friedberger, thinking that she doesn't sound as cute as she looks here, and maybe I'm weird. Do I think she's cute because I got one of her songs in my head? What's the value in thinking someone's cute when you know that if they were standing right in front of you, you would barely have the energy to smile, let alone slip them a copy of your demo so they could help make you famous and ruin your life? Buy you a drink? Don't mind if I do! What's your story, stranger? OH FORGET IT. But maybe, my children, maybe the fact that I still respond to music is a good thing. Let's not fight it.
     I spent part of today reading this kid's reviews on Amazon. As you will see, he has written a lot of reviews. They are terribly written in a glistening train-wrecky kind of way -- bad spelling, bad theses, bad subject matter. But the kid has heart! He writes reviews of posters. Movie posters! He can't wait for the DVD to come out, and he's got no other venue. But really, I don't care if he has heart. His taste is for shit.
     Add to my list of people I hate: Anybody who knows all the words to that rap in the middle of that Barenaked Ladies song in that car ad from a couple of years ago. This includes the Barenaked Ladies themselves. Also on the list: whoever invented Entenmann's Popems. Because alone at home this weekend I took a hard fast slide into cliché, one glazed donut hole at a time. Death to!

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MY IMAGINARY GIRLFRIENDS

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Rotem of the IDF
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Amy Goodman
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Maya Rudolph
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Imogen Heap
Caroline Dhavernas

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DISALLOWED FOREVER

"I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you!"
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"from whence"
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"...the exception that proves the rule"
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any use of the question "spit or swallow?"
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the phrase "drop trou"
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fake-o reviewer verbs:
"penned" for wrote
"helmed" for directed
"lensed" for whatever
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"expat"
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the euphemism
"passed away"
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pronouncing merci beaucoup as "mercy buckets!"
(see also: "grassy-ass!")



PET PEEVES

"confinscated"
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trying children "as adults"
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"drownded"
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misuse of reflexive pronouns, as when someone says "Please talk to Bob or myself." Come on people now. "Myself" is not just a fancy version of "me"! LEARN IT.
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tattoos in the Courier font
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any use of Comic Sans