The more I think about it, the more pissed off I am about Fall Out Boy's tour dates, and the 4 opening bands, and the boosies that come with not being able to see them do the new stuff. 4 bands really is pushing it guys, seriously. Especially at this point. And I'm probably not going to see David Cook either, which also sucks. I can't really travel to concerts...ugh. And more and more, I'm glad I did see FOB last month. Patrick is lovely when he revs up for "Suitehearts." Oh, they're all lovely to me. Boys in bands...kryptonite?
But I am supposed to go with the Mikes on Scandinavian Disco Adventure to Brooklyn next week, so hopefully that will work and it'll be fun. They have to come back and drink the whiskey that's sitting in my pantry.
I'm reading this catalog, I guess, from an exhibit on Russian fashion organized by Belgian designers a couple of years ago, and it's awesome. There's a page where they show some kerchiefs featuring propaganda/Communist designs, and they're really awesome. I wish I owned a couple of those; I wish it was kerchief season, actually. Not until summer or if I'm cleaning house. They make me look extra Russian-Jewish...woo.
Still can't believe we have a new President...Bush presidency seemed to last forever, and I think that's because it was the first one where I was really conscious of what was going on. My parents were not fans of Bill Clinton, so I was kind of blinded all of that.
Also, I'm reading "Confederacy of Dunces" again, and it's more awesome than I remembered. I hope they never, ever get the movie made. There's too much goodness in the book that would be lost, too many amazing details. And they wouldn't cast a real person as Ignatius, anyway, so you'd have to hear constant movie promotion leading up to the film's release about how Actor X had to wear a fat suit and it was soooo tough and KICK ME.
This is the year I gave up on awards shows. I'll look at Getty Images for Oscar dresses, but I could really give a shit at this point. I haven't seen any of the "big" movies and I don't plan to, either. Nothing really interests me. I'm too excited to watch "Oklahoma!" with Hugh Jackman when it arrives tomorrow. Fine, the Oscars will be background noise, and I'll watch the Grammys so I can laugh and liveblog at Idolator, FINE. I won't be happy, though. Except if MIA wins Record of the Year or whatever she's nominated for; that would as awesome as Michelle Obama wearing Isabel Toledo.
But I am supposed to go with the Mikes on Scandinavian Disco Adventure to Brooklyn next week, so hopefully that will work and it'll be fun. They have to come back and drink the whiskey that's sitting in my pantry.
I'm reading this catalog, I guess, from an exhibit on Russian fashion organized by Belgian designers a couple of years ago, and it's awesome. There's a page where they show some kerchiefs featuring propaganda/Communist designs, and they're really awesome. I wish I owned a couple of those; I wish it was kerchief season, actually. Not until summer or if I'm cleaning house. They make me look extra Russian-Jewish...woo.
Still can't believe we have a new President...Bush presidency seemed to last forever, and I think that's because it was the first one where I was really conscious of what was going on. My parents were not fans of Bill Clinton, so I was kind of blinded all of that.
Also, I'm reading "Confederacy of Dunces" again, and it's more awesome than I remembered. I hope they never, ever get the movie made. There's too much goodness in the book that would be lost, too many amazing details. And they wouldn't cast a real person as Ignatius, anyway, so you'd have to hear constant movie promotion leading up to the film's release about how Actor X had to wear a fat suit and it was soooo tough and KICK ME.
This is the year I gave up on awards shows. I'll look at Getty Images for Oscar dresses, but I could really give a shit at this point. I haven't seen any of the "big" movies and I don't plan to, either. Nothing really interests me. I'm too excited to watch "Oklahoma!" with Hugh Jackman when it arrives tomorrow. Fine, the Oscars will be background noise, and I'll watch the Grammys so I can laugh and liveblog at Idolator, FINE. I won't be happy, though. Except if MIA wins Record of the Year or whatever she's nominated for; that would as awesome as Michelle Obama wearing Isabel Toledo.
Current Mood: mmm chardonnay
Current Music: ac newman
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