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Wednesday, December 27, 2000
Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end / We'd sing and dance forever and a day / We'd live the life we choose / We'd fight and never lose / For we were young, and sure to have our way!
Schlocky, yes, but in a good way! Kiki and Herb's Do You Hear What We Hear? is just the most jaw droppingly cool record of the season. You haven't lived until you've heard Molly Ringwald, Isaac Mizrahi, Debby Harry and Rufus Wainwright doing their rendition (with Kiki and Herb, of course) of that 70s 'classic' "Those Were the Days" - Look for the original on Napster, it's kind of like Melanie singing Hava Nagila or something. There's a medley of Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer and Smells Like Teen Spirit. I should have recommended it before the holidays but, uh, I forgot. Actually, I didn't even think of it until I saw it on Jonno's site. And I booked the damn show!
I have been getting horrible headaches for the last three or four days... yesterday I was popping Aleve every hour or two, bye bye stomach lining! I missed the DDR Invitational on Saturday and I can't remember why. I think the bf and I spent the day shopping but it's kind of hazy.
Christmas at my parents was boring but really not bad. My little brother, one of the most ornery people on Earth (I think he turns his bed to make Getting Out On The Wrong Side more convenient), has suddenly become highly politically motivated -- at Thanksgiving he was reading Maestro, the biography of Alan Greenspan, and this weekend he was reading a biography of Daniel Patrick Moynihan. Thank God he's profoundly anti-Bush or I wouldn't be able to stomach even the few visits home that I make.
I got this Philips Expanium MP3-CD Player thingy for the bf for Xmas, and it's so bloody cool I can hardly stand it. Although the first disc we burned to use in it didn't work PERFECTLY (it had weird silent tracks in between every song, but I figured out why -- custom Mac icons become "blank" tracks when the disc gets burned into ISO-9660 format), the music sounded great and the sheer coolness of being able to burn 10 hours of songs onto one disc just brings me to my knees. True, it doesn't show ID3 tags and it doesn't have a backlight but in exchange you get crazy battery life and (unlike the no-brand players) the ability to play mp3s of every bit-rate, including Variable. Excellent.
Starry, it looks great! I love the karate guy. But what's with the miniaturized font? H6 is for Netscape 2.0 lovin' wussies, dahling.
Edited because of Blogger's "fun with ampersands" game...
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Thursday, December 21, 2000
Dance. Dance. Revolt.
Busy. Tired. Listening only to the Pale Saints and My Bloody Valentine and the Sugababes. Christmas shopping is all done (and all arrived by UPS, thank the lord). Going to see Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon again tonight. Then going home to watch Gilmore Girls (it's good! I swear! It's not like 7th Heaven at all. It's witty like Buffy, but sans monsters. And Suki is the bomb.), play Pokemon (Elite Four, here I come), and sleep. This weekend, DDR Invitational. I can't be arsed to do anything web-related. Blah. Ignore me. I'm boring.
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Monday, December 04, 2000
In December, my heart's full of spring / I could phone you, tell you everything
Caught the PATH train with one second to spare; walked into the J. Crew on the mezzanine of the World Trade Center just as "I Was Born On Christmas Day" came on the stereo. I browsed around until it was finished (even though I had just meant to pop in for a catalog), whistling along with a big grin on my face, while the other customers stared at me like I was utterly insane. Wandered out and shortly ran into ex-Fez cutie Tommy... ran down the steps and made it onto the platform just in time to catch the N train uptown. If I time this just right I'll be finishing it up juuuust as the N pulls into my stop at 8th street. Wonders will never cease. (p.s. I wrote this on my Visor on the train this morning but I am a mental midget who can't get blogger to work over AvantGo so I'm just getting around to posting it via my work computer now. whee.) (p.p.s. I don't care what my friends in the UK say, I love the Naked Chef..
