obfuscated girl

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"So, should people be upset about Volver?
YES!
Should people spread the word and tell others not to support such a film?
YES!
Is it sacrilegious and in poor taste?
I HAVE NO IDEA!
Why then, should it be attacked?
BECAUSE IT LOOKS AWFUL!
That means you haven’t seen it?
NO WAY WILL I SEE IT!
But the reviews have been through the roof?
I DON’T CARE!
Why not?
JUST THE PREVIEW ALONE WAS BORING!
A bad preview doesn’t necessarily mean a bad film, and you usually side with the majority of critics on your film tastes, yet you won’t even give this a shot?
NO WAY!
Why not?
BECAUSE I’VE SEEN OTHER PEDRO ALMADOVAR FILMS AND I NEVER WILL AGAIN!
What, a lot of them are great! Are you nuts?
GET BEHIND ME SATAN!
What about Women On The Verge Of A Nervous Breakdown?
AGHHH!
What about Talk To Her?
AGHHH!
Here’s what you are really saying if you tell friends and family to see Volver:
'We really don’t know each other too well.'
or
'I don’t really think you’d like this film at all, but I’d like you to associate me with pretentious films rather than Happy Feet, although you’d probably enjoy that film more, because I sure did.'
or
'I justify staring lustfully at Penelope Cruze’s cleavage for two hours by calling it art'
or
'I endure the taste of tofu.'"
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mary mary, why ya buggin

It is that time of year when everyone and their dog makes year-end lists. Here is the unedited first-draft list of best records that I am working on for the website. Because you care.
Ghostface Killa, Fishscale--The first track alone is a film in miniature, the rest of the record knocks you the fuck out and then stands over you laughing.
Lupe Fiasco, Food & Liquor--Robots + skateboards + zombies + effortless, delightful storytelling = mainstream hip-hop, are you listening? Because this is your future.
Regina Spektor, Begin To Hope--Gorgeous, smart and impossibly endearing, it's not your average slightly-unhinged-sensitive-chick-with-piano joint.
The Bound Stems, Appreciation Night--Former high school history teacher and his friends make a first full-length record that sounds like pure, loopy joy.
TV On The Radio, Return To Cookie Mountain--Dense, abstract, beautiful and completely unsettling.
Justin Timberlake, Futuresex/Lovesounds--Yes, I am a total sucker.
Snowden, Anti-Anti--Proving that formulaic isn't a synonym for stale. Overlooked by everyone but nerdy bloggers, and that is a damn shame.
John Legend, Once Again--He just makes everything look so easy.
the Mountain Goats, Get Lonely--What and who are we when we get lonely? If we are John Darnielle, we make a record that will break your heart and haunt you for weeks.
Maritime, We, The Vehicles--Sunny and hook-filled without getting precious. This is Midwest pop at its best and darkest.
The Futureheads, News And Tributes--This might be the one band that Vagrant hasn't ruined. Yet.
The Walkmen, A Hundred Miles Off--The Walkmen go Southern-fried and punchdrunk, and it's bliss.
Neko Case, Fox Confessor Brings The Flood--A happy anachronism from one of the most lovely voices ever.
Twilight Singers, Powder Burns--Who knew Greg Dulli could make a record this excellent while completely sober?

Other Things Of 2006 That Have Nothing To Do With Music
I met the internet. In New York City.
I went to Chicago more times than I can count. In my world, that is good times.
I only lost my cell phone once.
I fell in love with about 85 (okay, 2) television shows.
And one fake news anchor.
Yet somehow I managed to stay out of falling in love with actual human beings.
This is a good thing.
Though I will never know whether not telling the closest thing that I came to a crush about the Feelings That I Had But Could Not Express Because I Am An Idiot But Also It Would Never Ever Have Worked was a good thing or not.
I started eating fish again, and I am right this very moment rethinking that decision because I saw Finding Nemo a couple nights ago and the part where the tuna are all caught in the net and Nemo is all "SWIM DOWN! EVERYBODY SWIM DOWN!" I almost lost my shit. WHAT IF I AM TAKING THE TUNA AWAY FROM THEIR FAMILIES.
I continued the grand tradition of not having an actual job yet somehow managing to stay out of the proverbial cardboard box on the corner.
I lost more than you will ever know.

skip to the last paragraph before we start to see the happy ending or the broken heart

The thing about temping is that there is this huge significant part of your life that you have absolutely no control over. Yesterday I got a call from Temp Agency A telling me that they wanted me for a job that would at the least last a month and at the most perhaps two and which paid a very decent wage. There was much rejoicing. Today--in fact about 20 minutes ago--I called them to confirm that this was actually happening, and they were like "uh sorry dude no." I could have a lot more to complain about given that Temp Agency B had offered me a job that will last the next two weeks and at least I have an income for the next two weeks--a pretty fucking decent income considering all I am going to do is sit at a desk and answer phones--but it is mildly alarming if you consider the fact that you have no idea what your future will be after two weeks' time.
Yes, I am stuck.
And today I am so tired that I cannot see straight, and I have no reason to be tired. It is going to be 50 degrees here today, and it is DECEMBER WHAT IS GOING ON WHERE IS THE FUCKING WHITE CHRISTMAS BING CROSBY, and I should be frolicking in the uh
...mud and last traces of melted snow, or something.
Here are two Christmas songs that I really really like:
Aimee Mann--God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
The Killers--A Great Big Sled
Regarding the latter song, it is a benefit for Bono's ego that Red campaign thing, so it is either purchaseable at ITunes or if you are like me and too cheap to spend a dollar and have a tiny, shrivelled, ash-coated piece of coal for a heart, you can just listen to it at Hype Machine by clicking the link.

dear jason dohring,

Please stop buying your Tshirts from Forever 21. Thank you.
Dear Everything Else,
Please speed up and stop having all this cloud coverage. I am getting headaches and getting lonely.
In other I Am Deeply Ashamed Of Every Form Of Media That I Have Been Consuming Lately news, tomorrow cannot come fast enough.
HELL YES, I AM SIXTEEN.

every time i stick around i find i'm shot

You know what does not make sense? Closing off entrances to staircases when the only other way you can get to the street you want to go to is by climbing the side of a hill that is COVERED IN SNOW WITH A LAYER OF ICE ON TOP OF IT.
It's really not winter I hate, it's people who don't clear their sidewalks. Also dog pee snow.
I am posting this from an internet cafe in a room where gamers gather on Saturday afternoons. It's fairly irritating and loud, so to compensate I am listening to Queen and secretly longing for the ability to grow a handlebar moustache. I have not been anywhere except my apartment, the library and various places to get coffee in like three days. I grow weary of this shit. I also grow weary of my ability to pick out the worst shit I could possibly read from the library and screaming "EXPOSITION! IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY FUCKING SENSE THAT DUDE KILLED HIMSELF APPARENTLY YOU ARE TOO BUSY WRITING DRAWN OUT SCENES OF AUTOEROTIC ASPHYXIATION [ed. note: yessir] TO MAKE YOUR CHARACTERS HAVE ANYTHING RESEMBLING MOTIVES OR FEELINGS!" at the book while I am reading it.
Although I now know that "the beast with two backs" is actually a Shakespearean reference.

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