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Thursday, January 20, 2005
 
I'm really "ramping up" the whitetrashifiction of my lifestyle. First it was the sweatpants which I used to own as a joke, but somehow more recently I find my self wearing them without any ironic purpose at all. Then when I needed a comfortable piece of furniture for the living room, I opted for a loveseaty couch thing -- that reclines. A double recliner. Hoo boy. Then, as I mentioned a few weeks ago, I succumbed to Ron Popeil's leathery pitch, and I'm now the proud owner of TV knives. This trend disturbs me. I am more comfortable, and I can slice things easier, but I as long as I don't like Kid Rock or Jeff Foxworthy, I think I can keep my City Slicker Card. Yee-hah!
     Oof. If I were a bad stand-up comic, that would be the start of my act.
     You ever stop and think about the white stuff inside an Oreo? No? Good. DON'T DO IT. I always start thinking about after I've shoved like five home-made double-stufs down my stupid throat. It's got to be like Crisco and confectioner's sugar, right? Oh disgusting.
     The following is a line from the Spice Girls song "Spice Up Your Life," which is featured in the climax of the movie Spice World, which I luckily caught on some HBO channel:"Yellow man in / Timbuktu / Color for both / me and you / Kung Fu Fighting / Dancing Queen / Tribal spaceman / and all that's in between."
     So put aside for a moment, if you can, the utter retardation of the complete lyric. Bad lyrics are fine with me. No, I'm bothered by the fact that nowhere along the production line -- nowhere at all, from writing, through arranging, rehearsing, recording, and eventual release -- did they encounter anyone who knew where fucking Timbuktu is. Not one single solitary geographically educated soul who knew that Timbuktu is in Africa, in Mali to be precise, and hence is fairly short on "yellow men" -- assuming of course that the term "yellow man" here is the traditionally offensive imperialist term for East Asians. Which... yes, yes it is. Which makes you wonder further: if they had said "yellow man in / [insert East Asian city here]" would it have been any better?
     The L.A. River, (that concrete monstrosity, the trapezoidal cutaway featured so heavily in movies like Terminator 2, Grease, and Point Break), usually bears ironic moniker with jolly aplomb. What now? That shit is flooded, B! The L.A. River flows again! No more ironicker moniker! And yet I can't find a single picture of the dampened waterway. Anybody help a brother out? This is like Halley's Comet in terms of rarity.
     Finally, to close out this terrible abortion of a post, here is a quote that demonstrates why I love allmusic.com:
The [Iveys'] new name, Badfinger, came from the working title of the Beatles song "With a Little Help From My Friends," "Bad Finger Boogie." It beat out such suggestions as the Glass Onion and the Prix (which came from John Lennon, who surely hoped it would be mispronounced frequently).

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"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:
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"helmed" for directed
"lensed" for whatever
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"expat"
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"passed away"
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pronouncing merci beaucoup as "mercy buckets!"
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"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