I am a Los Angeles-based twentysomething. I have a profession, and I have a secret life in music, and this blog isn't about any of that. I like Blogger because I can't read what you're thinking.
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Thursday, May 14
FRANKIE GOES TO SHMOLLYWOOD
In my blog's history I have:
- implemented a "song of the day" feature
- implemented a "links of the day" feature
- implemented a "video of the day" feature
- implemented a "songs of Michael McDonald week" feature
...and have never followed through. Almost did with the Michael McDonald one, but missed by one day!
Never needed to get my press fix here either since: a. my audience fluctuates more than my sister's mood swings ; b. my audience is usually referred here by "unknown referral" which means an IM conversation consisting of a "HEY MAN CHECK OUT THIS LOSER FUCK!" link ; c. I get it elsewhere ; and d. I really have no obligation to.
I hate to sound pretentious about it, but there's a very clear and consistent overall theme to this blog that could be seen just by reading a week's worth of posts (and, if you've just read what you've literally just read, consistency ain't it). If you're literate between lines, this should be no surprise to you.
If you can't catch it, then, well, I dunno. Read harder, kid.
By no way am I trying to justify the strange tastes, opinions and un-good writings of my 23-year-old self -- I'm just trying to convey the truth that behind every hate mail author seems to be one really misunderstood and unaware guy. Or girl. Likely the former.
So relax, folks. I know many of you think I'm a fucking moron, but, really, just stop letting me know because it's nearing finals week and, more importantly, I agree with you.
Blog Fact #31: Some of my entries were used as part of a university course's lecture! Didn't see that one, HUH, CHUMP!? HUH!? This was aside from my high school newspaper writings being featured at another university course's lecture. WTF, I know, man. I know. This is clearly more evidence of an eroding school system.
I never do this, but fuck it (remember, in the land of my blog there are no rules):
Currently Reading: I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell
How so beautifully presented derangement can be presented without any virtual use of the 'f' word is beyond me. One of the few times I'll actually be able to pass the book on and actually be able to talk about it with more than one person.