Monday, October 13, 2003
Odds & ends:
I can now talk about µ-ziq and type his name correctly, thanks to Webmonkey's special characters page (and thanks to Paul for the heads-up). Not that I actually have anything to say at the moment about µ-ziq; I just like making that "mu" character.
As seems to be the trend these days, R.E.M.'s forthcoming (Warner Bros. years) best-of, In Time, will feature a first pressing with a bonus rarities disc. It's got a rather yummy tracklisting.
When Travis and I went to see Kill Bill Volume One last night, I was appalled to see, about 5 minutes into the film, a woman walk in who was the complete epitome of "ghetto mama" walk in. The reason? Actually, there were two. First of all, she was talking, loudly, on her fucking cell phone (where are the courtesy police when you need them?). Secondly, she brought with her (what I assume were) her five count 'em five children, ranging in age from about 5 to 12. To see Kill Bill, which, will released by Miramax, ain't exactly a Disney movie. What was she doing, bringing a 5-year-old to see a 90-minute expletive-packed bloodbath like this? The phrase "there oughta be a law..." comes to mind. Disgusting.
Having more confidence is good.
Remember when the Brits referred to new jack swing as swingbeat? Why was that? Any bloggers on the other side of the pond care to share their theories? And speaking of new jack swing, how fucking great is Johnny Gill's "Rub You the Right Way" to this day, huh?
I can now talk about µ-ziq and type his name correctly, thanks to Webmonkey's special characters page (and thanks to Paul for the heads-up). Not that I actually have anything to say at the moment about µ-ziq; I just like making that "mu" character.
As seems to be the trend these days, R.E.M.'s forthcoming (Warner Bros. years) best-of, In Time, will feature a first pressing with a bonus rarities disc. It's got a rather yummy tracklisting.
When Travis and I went to see Kill Bill Volume One last night, I was appalled to see, about 5 minutes into the film, a woman walk in who was the complete epitome of "ghetto mama" walk in. The reason? Actually, there were two. First of all, she was talking, loudly, on her fucking cell phone (where are the courtesy police when you need them?). Secondly, she brought with her (what I assume were) her five count 'em five children, ranging in age from about 5 to 12. To see Kill Bill, which, will released by Miramax, ain't exactly a Disney movie. What was she doing, bringing a 5-year-old to see a 90-minute expletive-packed bloodbath like this? The phrase "there oughta be a law..." comes to mind. Disgusting.
Having more confidence is good.
Remember when the Brits referred to new jack swing as swingbeat? Why was that? Any bloggers on the other side of the pond care to share their theories? And speaking of new jack swing, how fucking great is Johnny Gill's "Rub You the Right Way" to this day, huh?
# posted by Thomas : 7:02 PM
