Monday, March 2, 2009

Oh, Lonesome Me




So I'm still hanging out at the office at 7pm. The Headline News -- EXCUSE ME: HLN -- live feed is still fucked up, so no Prime News or Jane Velez Mitchell for me. Meaning no updates on the Caylee Anthony case, the Haleigh Cummings case, or any other tripe that might rightly distract me from this STULTIFYING case and keep my fat ass at this desk for another few hours. Thanks a lot, Mexican internets.

Actually, even the civilized (?) American tubes have been jacked up today. Twitter was overloaded midday (Hey, Twitter, you're allegedly worth $500 million or something -- Get a bigger server, asshole.). Even Westlaw refused to cooperate during the 10-minute window of my day I decided to buckle down & do some research. My life is so harrrrd.

And in the spirit of my whiny attitude, the (gorgeous, not whiny at all) song that's been carrying me through this day -- squirrely tubes, fat ass and all -- is the cover of "Oh, Lonesome Me," by M. Ward (with a cameo by the ubergoddess and my personal idol, Lucinda Williams) off Ward's new record,
Hold Time.




Colour Me Impressed

Meanwhile, in the art world...

Uh, yeah, while your stupid kid? Was just drawing a barely recognizable tree and sunshine? With his box of Crayolas? Lookee what Christian Faur has been doing with his:




Maye that'll teach you to put Junior's so-called "drawings" up on the fridge.


Hello, Kitty

To counteract my whinefest, I'll leave you with this post from the best blog in the world (yes, even better than my pity party of a blog), Fuck You, Penguin. Couple days old, but you can handle that, right?

[The following is from the blog, Fuck You, Penguin, which y
ou should immediately RSS feed and consume till you choke. It's that good. Get it here.]


Crossbreed kittens are genetically engineered to fuck shit up




Kitten, they created you so you could be a Persian cat without long hair, but what they didn't predict was you sticking your fucking head out of that bed and making a face which is pretty much the worst thing I've ever seen. You are like the Natasha Henstridge in Species of cute. I would blame the misguided souls that made you, but I'm not entirely convinced you couldn't just keep it together and lead a normal cat life. For example, why are you looking at the camera? And Jesus Christ, stop fucking frowning. You have your whole life ahead of you!

And then I find out you have your own blog? And it's in Japanese! Uh-uh, learning how to use Flash, I believe, BUT THERE'S NO FUCKING WAY YOU KN
OW JAPANESE, KITTEN, IT'S A REALLY HARD LANGUAGE TO LEARN. Something is going on here, Kitten. I'm going to find out what it is. So get ready, Kitten, I'll give you something to frown about.