so much for that whole 'indie god' thing

heard regina spektor on vmars tonight. found the song ("fidelity" i would link it, but there are laws. also, buy it, cheap-o!) on los internets. it is awesome, she is awesome (also, she's apparently some sort of twee pixie/wet dream on a piano), and while i am still pretty ok in most people's view, i've turned in my street cred and cursed the name of time warner-aol for a second time. all of the cool kids knew about her ages ago, and i am appropriately humbled. thank you veronica mars, for opening up my eyes (ears)!

bad blogger! do more blogging!

as someone once said: "not blogging is the new blogging." unfortunately, they said it in a blog, thus condemning the comment to a terrifying vortex of irony and cynicism that can only end in the utter destruction of the interwebs. it was nice knowing...well, joe, i guess, since i'm pretty sure nobody else reads this thing.

and if they did, my deafening silence probably dissuaded them in no time flat. in the interests of proving to...well, joe, i guess, that his time here is well spent, here are some links.

why i'm terrified
why i'm depressed (because it will probably work)
why i'm ecstatic
why i'm laughing
why i'm saving my money

there, now go do something productive.

playing catch up

i just wanted to say that i’m alive and well.  it’s been a busy week, with lots of running around and whatnot.  quick updates are go!

• i saw a hawk swoop off of a building and snatch up a pigeon right out of a fountain!  huzzah for nature!


• i also saw chuck hagel (r)-ne give what can only be described as the foundation of his stump speech.  i can only hope that the q&a—wherein a college sophomore grilled him about his voting record and anwar—will be imitated on meet the press in two years.


• i can chalk up another two successes in my personal proselytizing of the joy that is veronica mars.


• i was wicked disappointed by the final of the cup.  now i get to count down the weeks until real football season begins.  time to start scouting my fantasy team…


• i saw pirates 2 and enron: the smartest guys in the room over the weekend and was thoroughly impressed by each of them for entirely different reasons.  needless to say, my sympathies lie far more with actual pirates than with corporate ones.


• and lastly, after a night of debauchery to be proud of on saturday—i came home wearing somebody else’s pants—i can safely say i will never drink again.  until 6pm.