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Wednesday, April 9
Iraq and Roll.
...Possibly the stupidest play-on-words i've ever read.
And NO, your skates have NOT arrived. I'm really sorry. And no response from Hay-meh. (i wont get into it).
Last night I bought Underworld's "everything everything". Since then, I've been bouncing all around to the greatest dance trance ever made. It's not a concept album. It's a live show from Brighton Beach (they're steering the FatboySlim route) and includes many bass-pounding and high strung remixes from the group. Word on the street is the dvd is out in europe, but not in the states yet. That should be good. Very, very good.
Along with things that are to come out is the Saved by the Bell collection on DVD. That should be extremely good. That's the most god-awful written, worst acted and worst scored sitcom ever made. And damnit, I love it. It's the best show of the early '90s - bar none.
So last night I go into the living room and my mom's watching tv and she's all like 'ehh' and im like yeah WHATEVA. Liam Lynch's "United States of Whatever" is so fucking hilarious. Hilarious!
No, but really: Last night I went into the living room to find my mom watching Cher on the tube. Even worst: It was in High Definition Broadcast so I saw the many strands of that woman's hair and the crevices which could've been her wrinkles if it weren't for her going under the knife. "What's...that?" I said. "Her farewell concert," she said back. Then, Hugo went into total vertigo. The world spun and suddenly I'm in a bad Ben Affleck movie. Why? Because Hugo remembered that Cher gave one of her "farewell shows" on HBO about 5 or 6 years ago. Time lapse? Maybe. Never again will Hugo question what channels broadcast in.
HDTV is cool. But when it's Cher...it's like having Cher sing "Believe" in front of my face. Yes, I shit you not. If you put 30 homosexual men in my living room with some Cognac and just-did-it faces, I would've believed I was actually there.
God forbid I be present at anything related to cher.
I like the nature shows in HD. I like the concerts (w/ the exception of the rolling stones and cher). I like Conan in HD. But what I don't like is the programs which profile a day in the life of a fucking beetle or something. Imagine having a crisp 51 inch creature crawling 5 feet away from you.
Anyone else feeling lathargic today? I think there's a bug going around.