does it make me a bad person that i thought "dirty harry" was a really stupid movie?
i watched it the other day with daniel, and i tried to get into it, i really did. i love classic movies, i love predictable plot lines, i love the "gruff cop with a heart of gold," i love outdated slang, and i love when they say, "one hundred thousand dollars?????!!!" like the sniper asked for nine hundred million dollars. (granted, one hundred thousand dollars is a lot of money, but... you get my point.) however, this movie did NOT hold my attention at all. and there's a scene where i heard someone behind the camera cough. i thought it was lame. perhaps it's my age talking, or perhaps it's my ignorance. or perhaps it was a really lame movie.

also, daniel and i recently saw "the exorcism of emily rose." i'm not going to lie, it was terrifying. it was very good, but there were moments where i was about ready to pee myself. i remember a specific point in the movie where i was hunched up in my "i'm-scared-shitless" position, and daniel looked over and laughed at me for being scared. and then something quite startling happened in the movie and he jumped five feet. i can safely say that incident scores a point for me and my fellow pussies.

thirdly, "serenity" comes out tomorrow. i just recently jumped upon the "firefly" bandwagon after watching a marathon of all eleven episodes and falling desperately in love (goddamn it) with captain malcolm reynolds, but i must say, i'm very very close to wetting-my-pants excited about this movie. i never got into "buffy" but joss whedon seems to know what's up.


in real news, my grandmother came home from the hospital yesterday, which is quite the relief to all of us, herself included. her chemotherapy begins in three weeks, and while i'm not sure i'm going to be here for it, i'm glad she's able to get in as soon as she is. also, in all seriousness, please don't ask me when i'm coming home, because i really don't know. when i know, believe me, you will too.

in other real news, at this time tomorrow, pelowski will officially be over the atlantic ocean on her way to FRANCE. i hope everyone with a facebook has joined the appropriate group. THIS ONE'S FOR YOU, YOU HEINOUS BITCH. i'm going to miss the fuck out of you.


in truth, i'm really bored tonight because i've spent the day vacuuming, dusting, watering, erranding, and other odds-and-ends tasks with no sort of relief except my morning run and a few lovely and enlightening telephone conversations. otherwise i sit on my ass.

so i need a hobby. it must be inexpensive, seeing as i'm not exactly getting paid right now. it also must be something that i cannot possibly injure myself doing, because believe me, if there's a way you can injure yourself, i'll end up doing it. that's why i'm not crocheting anymore. yarn burn is a bitch.

if anyone has suggestions of a hobby that meets both of the aforementioned criteria, please feel free to suggest away, because i've been reduced to things like seeing how far i can throw bobby pins or how many times a day i write the letter "e."


for my closing statement, i will say that today on 103.5 the arrow, someone called in and said that they've been dying to hear "summer of '69" by bryan adams. what planet is she from? even if you like that song (which i do not), it's not hard to find some lite rock station somewhere that plays it. do not pollute my airwaves, bryan adams. i've had quite enough of you. and don henley, who was the artist of the day on the very same station. god damn it, 103.5. you were my failsafe.

i am in love.

nope, you read that right. anniemosity is in love. big surprise, seeing as i'm in love all the time, but this, my friends, is real, true love.

it happened gradually, of course. it started out as a superficial attraction, but i was hooked without even knowing it. it quickly escalated to an incredible infatuation, where there were days where it was all i talked about. infatuation and obsession grew into deep affection and appreciation, where i knew that i genuinely cared about the other party, and the other party genuinely cared about me. affection has evolved into love. i am in love.

i am a twenty year old white girl from suburbia, minnesota, and i am desperately in love with hip hop.

it would seem to me that this is common knowledge for those who know me, but every once in awhile, i believe you deserve to be reminded.

i can tell you exactly where it began. it was september 13th, 2003, the date of my first mason jennings concert, my first norshor visit, and my first duluth concert experience. as i entered, i saw a hip hop group setting up. "wtf," i said. i didn't want to hear any crappy rap; i just wanted mason. they introduced themselves as heiruspecs. halfway through their second song, something came over me. i grabbed glen's arm. "lend me twelve dollars," i said, urgently. he obliged, and i found myself walking out of the norshor's concert area and back towards the merchandise table. i was soon the proud owner of "small steps," my first hip hop album, after only hearing 1.5 songs (to this date, that was my most impulsive music purchase).

after that, i bought "speakerboxxx/the love below" by outkast. i was then introduced to underground hip hop (atmosphere, brother ali, etc.) by someone much more culturally hip than i. i don't remember how it happened, but it spiraled out of control after that. i was obsessed. i needed everything. old school, new school, de la soul, mos def. i was enlightened to the fact that ice-t wasn't just a beverage (he's the "o.g.") and ice cube wasn't something you put in your "ice-t"... that arrested development wasn't just an awesome television show... that no, coolio did not come up with the chorus to "gangsta's paradise" all by himself (although i also learned that as my general music catalog expanded). i learned about russell simmons and rick rubin. i learned about ll cool j's career before that godawful sitcom. i learned about sampling and tributes and shoutouts. i learned about east side vs. west side and the notorious b.i.g. vs. tupac (and, out of naïveté, even took a side for awhile). i learned why snoop is as rich as he is and why dre is as revered as he is. i learned about run's house and the incredible cultural significance of salt, pepa, and spinderella.

however, out of sheer snobbery and inexperience, i immediately began to loathe new school hip hop (outside of the local/underground scene) because of artists like nelly and fat joe and all the incredibly ridiculous artists out there right now. this passed quickly, though, as i listened to mos def and outkast; i found talib kweli and common as a result, which paved the way to kanye west and the fact that yes, jay-z knows what he's doing and that "diddy" is pretty lame, but he used to run with a solid crowd.

most of all, i learned that there was good hip hop outside of bitches and bling and hos. there was hip hop with a message: challenging the government, spreading AIDS awareness, and trying to bust down racial barriers. hip hop is an important outlet, and it gets overlooked because of its high profile diamond-encrusted cristal-soaked "i'm the greatest" pimped out image.

i love hip hop. and hip hop loves me. we no longer have to hide our affair from roommates who make fun of us. we will live in the sunlight and spit our rhymes together. let's face it, what's better than watching a twenty year old suburban white girl who knows all the words to snoop dogg's "who i am (what's my name)" or the fugees' "how many mics" try to prove it? because i can.

and those who lived with or near me last year surely remember my spot-on flava flav impression.

god bless hip hop.


ps: on an unrelated yet equally important subject, yes, apparently demi & ashton got married. however, some people are saying that it's "undeniably creepy that Moore is 42 and Ashton is 27."
fuck that. age ain't nuthin' but a number.

i have resorted to blogging out of sheer boredom, which means that this post is going nowhere. good luck.

first and foremost, i heard there was a sparhawk sighting yesterday by both kristen and renee, and somehow i've yet to hear the details. bitches.

speaking of sightings, i've been seeing a lot of young mormons around, all dressed up in suits. daniel wants to take me to a mormon singles' dance while i'm here to find "a nice mormon boy" for me to bring back to duluth. i started cracking jokes about whether or not mormon boys and girls are allowed to dance with each other, but all of a sudden i realized how little i know about mormons. seeing as i'm spending an undetermined amount of time in Mormon State, i should probably bone up a little on my mormon knowledge. because, let's face it, i don't really have a lot going on right now.

two important musical tidbits:

one - i feel as though i jumped on the sufjan stevens bandwagon really late. just putting that out there. also, i have no idea how to pronounce "sufjan." suff-yahn? i don't know. anyhow, "come on feel the illinoise!" is in heavy rotation.

two - i'm in love with paul westerberg (among my other newfound crushes, god damn it).



that man... that voice...... and that's a hot picture, don't deny it.

on an utterly disconnected topic, dreams are weird shit. if cinderella was right by saying, "a dream is a wish your heart makes," then i should get myself examined right away. some of my dreams of late would make sense, but on the whole i might disagree. remember when i was dreaming about eggs? and if you go really far back with me, remember when i dreamt that matt damon & i went on a road trip and all he did was refer to himself in the third person and sing "my funny valentine" all the fucking time? yeah. i don't want that.

however, i did have a dream once that colin powell was my best friend and we went to black tie events together. if only that one were true.

breakin' 2 -- electric boogaloo,
clifford out.

ps: my cousin john is seventeen years old. he is also six feet, ten inches tall and officially the tallest person i've ever met. seriously, 6'10" at seventeen? kid's got super genes.

i'm pretty pumped about this edition of the weekly 5+ because i got the new strokes song and i'm jazzed about it, but i'm going to make you wait for a moment, because i have some important things to say.

have you ever found yourself wondering "how much genesis is too much genesis?" well, friends, wonder no more. i have an answer for you.



i was driving home from the hospital this morning and "invisible touch" was on 103.5 the arrow. i can get behind that, absolutely. the dj came on and started babbling about genesis and phil and peter and steve and blah blah blah, i wasn't really listening because it was six thirty in the morning. i thought it was slightly odd that "in too deep" began after "invisible touch." two in a row? okay. fine. whatever.
and then "just a job to do" came on. i didn't know how to react, because phil was seriously rocking the shit out of that song, but i couldn't listen. i had to find some shitty pop that i secretly listen to because i just couldn't take any more genesis.
so i've reached the answer: how much is too much?
three songs in a row.

it's really fucking weird to have mountains here. it's really cool, but it's hard to get used to. so what did i do to acclimate? i ran through the mountains yesterday.
seriously. i took the three dogs and went to the mountains and ran the pipeline trail in mill creek canyon, up through the mountains. it was quite the difficult run, seeing as the air here is a lot thinner than it is at sea level, and, oh yeah i smoke a lot of cigarettes so that might make it hard too. but pushing through the pain of my burning lungs and the knife in my side, i came to a clearing and saw the mountains on fire with the different colors of fall. there's got to be some kind of analogy for "fighting through the pain to get to the beauty," but i've been awake ALL NIGHT so i can't grasp it right now. believe me - it was wonderful. it made my entire day.

in lieu of my u2 concert last night (at which they apparently played "crumbs from your table" for the first time on their tour, goddamn it), here's the weekly 5+, aka literally all the songs that i have on this computer.

weekly 5+:
1. massive attack - teardrop (mezzanine)
-you've heard this song. it's the theme to house and probably a few failed dramas on ABC. god i love massive attack.

2. true love always - september (s/t)
-I LOVE THIS SONG. earth, wind, & fire is not an easy band to cover, but THIS IS TOO GOOD TO PASS UP.

3. echo & the bunnymen - stormy weather (siberia)
-i originally got this song because i liked the name of the band, but this is a nice little tune, if you're into nice little tunes. and i am.

4. the strokes - juicebox (via stereogum)
-sheeiiiitttt, man, this track is so fucking good. so good. fuck. i really hope the rest of the new album is as fucking cool as this.

5. aesop rock & del tha funky homosapien - preservation (think differently music: wu-tang meets indie culture)
-this song is SO GOOD. it's too bad that there's a woman reciting the copyrights a few times. at least she says it in rhythm.

6. ryan adams & the cardinals (feat. norah jones) - dear john (the jacksonville city nights)
-this song is really sweet. ryan starts the song kind of shaky vocally behind norah's even melodies, but on the whole, i like this song.

ahaha i love how on these songs all i could say was "SO GOOD" and some form of "fuck." seriously, though, take ALL of these songs. TAKE THEM ALL. they're solid. i promise.

i realized this morning that my blogger picture makes me look twelve. i should get on that.

i wish the music scene didn't completely suck here. or that daniel wasn't my only friend here. i have nothing to do in my down time but check blogs that i've already checked and sleep and update my blog with nothing of substance and watch movies that i've already seen a million times and watch documentaries with daniel about interesting things like muhammad ali or bizarre and sad things like feral children. at least i'm learning.

and by the way, those laguna beach kids need to get out of the press. they are NOT celebrities, god damn it.

team LC,
clifford out.

so i'm becoming more and more fascinated with sports. it's no secret that i have a slight obsession with tennis (my roommates can attest to this, seeing as i made them watch a three hour match between andre agassi and ivo karlovic). texas hold'em can't exactly be classified as a sport, but i watch it on espn and bravo and the numerous other poker channels that my grandparents get on satellite.

the latest sport that i'm into is boxing.

that's not entirely true, actually. i'm freshly fascinated with muhammad ali, cassius clay, the greatest heavyweight champion of all time. my cousin dan rented a double dvd set on him recently - one, a documentary, and two, footage of a few of his fights (rumble in the jungle, thrilla in manilla, and a couple more). we watched it all last night, stuffing our incredulous faces with sicilian pizza. "did you see that?" dan screamed, pointing at the screen as leon spinks got served. "what the fuck!" i yelled as ali perfected his "rope-a-dope" technique (leaning back on the ropes and absorbing everything his opponent threw at him, waiting for the guy to tire himself out) during a fight with george foreman (who, by the way, was quite the pimp in his day). at the end of the long dvd, i was surprised at how much i didn't know about one of the greatest athletes ever.

ali always said, "i'm the greatest." have you ever seen this guy fight? he's really incredible. i mean, yeah, everyone knows he's the greatest, but shit dude, he's amazing. he gets in four or five punches to his opponent's one. did you know he won the gold medal at the olympics in 1960? did you know that he won the title of heavyweight champion THREE times? i don't know, maybe this is common knowledge, but it's all new to me.

the thing that i love about him is that he was always talking shit. all the time. on the record, off the record, even in the ring while fighting his opponent. one of the things that was cool about him was that he was funny and witty, while still insulting his opponent. he said, "frazier is so ugly that he should donate his face to the united states bureau of wild life."

however, the most astounding thing about his trash talk (aside from the frequent rhyming) was that ninety nine times out of one hundred, he could come through on it. "i'm not the greatest; i'm the double greatest. not only do i knock 'em out, i pick the round." AND HE DID. i was watching a match last night, and before it even began, he said something to the effect of "i'm going to kick this sucker's ass in the fourth round." and he took him out in the fourth round. when people started hating on him for bragging so much, he said, "it's not bragging if you can back it up," and "it's hard to be humble, when you're as great as i am."

i guess what i really like about it all is that muhammad ali was an entertainer. he had true showmanship. when he knew something was going to go down, he let the world know so we could all watch it.

every good sport needs a legendary pair of rivals. yankees vs. red sox. agassi vs. sampras. .....some other sports-related rivalries that i'm sure i'm unaware of.

boxing had ali vs. frazier.



his epic rivalry with joe frazier was one of sports' greatest. march 8, 1971 at madison square garden, ali and frazier met for the first time. they were both undefeated, and frazier had been holding the heavyweight title for a year. ali was doing his famous pre-fight smack talk, but frazier was unfazed. the fight was epic. ali continued his trash talk throughout the fight, but frazier was grinning the whole time. those cocky bastards fought until the fifteenth round, when frazier knocked ali down by a left hook to the chin. frazier held the title, but was immediately sent to the hospital. this was ali's first professional loss. ever.

they met again a year or two later, and ali kicked his ass.

the third match, though... "the thrilla in manilla" lasted a total of one hundred and thirty two minutes in the ring, and it's widely considered one of the most brutal and bitter fights in the history of boxing. so ali has the title, taken from george foreman a year earlier, and successfully defended it three times within three months against some lame boxers who tried to take it from him. ali's trash talking frazier, as usual, giving him the nickname "gorilla." (he went on to talk about himself and the gorilla at the thrilla in manilla... i really like the rhyming.) frazier was pissed. "i want to hurt him. i don't want to knock him out. i want to take his heart out." everyone knew that this was huge. the fight begins with ali putting pressure on frazier, but frazier knows his time will come, smiling snarkily the whole time. once in awhile he gets a hook through to ali's head, but ali is all about the jabs and combinations to the head. a third of the fight is over, and ali is getting tired. frazier starts in. ali's "rope-a-dope" tactic doesn't really work this time because frazier's plan is to batter ali's arms until taking a blow is less painful than blocking it. frazier's getting tired too, though, so the two are fighting at a really low pace. ali's energy comes back eventually, but frazier's doesn't. from round twelve on, frazier gets his ass handed to him. round fourteen, frazier's left eye is completely shut. ali kicks frazier's ass, but seconds after winning the fight, he faints in his corner.

they fought to their limit. they fought until they couldn't fight anymore. it was huge. it was epic.

i didn't even get to his incredible devotion to his religion, his imprisonment, or the controversy surrounding it all. i know this was more than you were planning on learning about boxing today, but you don't get an athlete like this very often.

"i am the greatest, i said that even before i knew i was."

preach.

hey, remember when this blog was good?
probably not. because then i had roughly three people reading it: one of which still does; the other two have abandoned me by now, and i know this for a fact.
i feel like taking a stroll down memory lane, down to the blog posts of yore, giving them the exposition they rightly deserve.

MY FAVORITE ANNIEMOSITY POST OF ALL TIME

chronologically, my favorite blog posts on anniemosity.com:
-february 28
-march 4
-may 7 and may 8
-june 8
-june 19
-july 14
-august 20

a runner up (but not by my own doing): march 6, 2005.

read and enjoy.







i want to come home.

apparently i have more internet connection here than i originally thought. "thank god," you say. i heard you. don't lie.

to get the important things out of the way, my grandmother is recovering very well from her surgery. she's starting to do some walking exercises, and the nurse (who we've taken to calling "nurse ratched") says that she'll probably be home thursday or friday. this is very good news.

there are a few things i've discovered about people in utah. their sense of security is varied. for example, some people don't lock their car doors, but they still put those big metal lock things on the steering wheel. the people next door lock their house, but they leave their back door wide open so the dog can get in and out as desired.

a lot of people here don't wear sunglasses. i was driving down 3900 this morning and as i passed the cars waiting to turn onto the road, i noticed that the drivers had thrown their arms over their eyes to shield themselves from the sun. shortly after, the radio was giving me the traffic report, and there were about three times the crashes than there are in minnesota. coincidence?

another thing i've learned is how damn conservative this state is. not necessarily politically (well... probably that too), but more so in how they act. for example, you cannot buy a car on a sunday. this is apparently true in minnesota, but that rule has been in place for quite some time. this is a RECENTLY IMPLEMENTED rule in utah. also, malt beverages like mike's hard lemonade are coming under fire because they're too readily accessable to "novice drinkers," so they're being moved OUT OF REACH.

but the weather is nice here. and there are a lot of mountains. big mountains. mountains with names like MOUNT OLYMPUS. how many mountains in minnesota have names like MOUNT OLYMPUS? that's right. none of them.

ps: i have no idea what's happening in pop culture, so if someone (sam/kim) wants to leave me comments with the big stories, that would be great.

i'm going to utah for awhile.

i don't have a lot of time to elaborate because my flight leaves in three hours
but i have to go take care of my grandmother.

it'll probably be two or three weeks, but it could be longer, nobody really knows for certain.

i have to drop out of school for the semester. i'm going to miss my u2 concert. i won't be able to see sarah and kecia's play.

i won't have a lot of internet access
but my phone still works.


i love you guys.
and i hope to see you soon.

people who make that kind of picture can go to hell.
michael mcdonald collaborated with steely dan from 1972 to 1974. he was in the doobie brothers from 1976 to 1981 and is responsible for "takin' it to the streets," and as a doobie, won four grammys. during that time frame, he collaborated with carly simon and kenny loggins (say what you will about loggins, but he is a great songwriter). since going solo, he has won one grammy and been nominated for an additional three, and has collaborated with aretha franklin, joni mitchell, patti labelle, alison krauss, james ingram, edwin mccain, and oleta adams, has opened for cher, and has had his very own tribute concert (performers included the late great ray charles).
i left out some of the incredibly incredibly lame stuff, but you have to admire his body of work and the fact that he's been in the industry for over thirty years, and has been quite successful at it.

and anyone who was part of "kid charlemagne" (which you can clearly hear his harmonies on in the chorus) is a friend of mine.

so suck it, joel mathias.

i don't want to instigate a feisty comment war (à la the last post). i'm just saying.

so britney had her baby. finally. this is a milestone for my generation. we all grew up with britney. it's as if one of our peers has had a child. my britney had a baby? britney is not my favorite celebrity (or even my favorite guilty pleasure celebrity), but i'm not going to lie -- i miss the old britney. i miss her serial-dating ways, her scandalous naval, her catchy-ass songs... i mean, this trailer trash britney was fun for awhile, but come on. which britney do you prefer?

OLD BRITNEY:


NEW BRITNEY:



maybe the new britney is the better britney.
which one is your favorite?

hey kids. i'm back, with one thing on my mind.

disney reinforces gender stereotypes.

oh it's true. exhibit a: "the little mermaid," in which "a mermaid princess makes a faustian bargain with an unscrupulous seahag in order to meet a human prince on land" (according to imdb). remember when ariel is going to give her voice to ursula in return for three days of frolicking on land? and ursula sings that oddly sexy song, "poor unfortunate souls." well read these lyrics:

the men up there don't like a lot of blabber
they think a girl who gossips is a bore
yes, on land it's much preferred for ladies not to say a word
and after all, dear, what is idle prattle for?
come on, they're not all that impressed with conversation
true gentlemen avoid it when they can
but they dote and swoon and fawn on a lady who's withdrawn
it's she who holds her tongue who gets her man

wtf.

exhibit b: "aladdin." remember when jafar hypnotized the sultan and was all "your daughter's going to marry me" and the sultan was all "yeah, whatever, i'm staring into your snake staff" and they went to confront her? and jasmine was so surprised that she didn't say anything? remember what jafar says? "you're speechless, i see. a fine quality in a wife."

wtf, seconded.

"the little mermaid" was made in 1989, and "aladdin" in 1992. wtf, thirded.

i just needed to get my triple "wtf"s out. thank you.

it's been raining all day. so the following songs are songs that i would listen to if i were standing outside in the rain... and had some sort of device i could listen to music with that wouldn't get all wet and short circuit... or make me electricute myself.

weekly 5
1. leonard cohen - famous blue raincoat. (essential leonard cohen)
-so... this isn't about rain. it's got "rain" in the title.... but come on, it's leonard cohen. it's a great depressing tune. from now on, it's about rain. promise.

2. prince & the revolution - purple rain. (purple rain soundtrack)
-best. song. ever.

3. guns 'n roses - november rain. (use your illusion, disc one)
-those who didn't see this coming, we probably shouldn't be friends anymore. (unless of course your name is alexis. then you're forgiven by default.)

4. radiohead - sit down. stand up. (snakes & ladders) (hail to the theif)
-this song is one of those that i get all caught up in. you will too.

5. root city band - six days of rain (a many too few)
-not bitter. see? look at this lack of bitterness. this song is really good. how i love local music.

to recap, there are three things you should take from this post:
a) rain rain rain rain rain.
b) during their peak, disney sucked.
c) i'm back, bitches, so call me up & let's hang out. chances are good that i miss you.

ps: there's a recurring project here on anniemosity.com that i forgot to introduce at its birth. it's called "my crew." i'll let you know when there's a new one. right now, if your name is samantha, renee, or kecia, you may want to take a gander. if your name isn't samantha, renee, or kecia, you should still look at them, and have faith, for yours is coming.

can i ask a question? is shaq still relevant? i saw him on a verizon commercial or something yesterday, and i think he thinks he's still important in our popular culture. i want actual feedback on this. do you still care about shaq?

september. the start of many things. fall, school, and their corresponding sales. but best of all, it is the start of the new tv season, and believe me, i am counting down the days. house, the best medical drama i've ever seen; the o.c., my guilty pleasure and my peter gallagher fix; desperate housewives, because marcia cross is brilliant; arrested development, the funniest show on television; grey's anatomy, where every single person reminds me of someone i know.. and patrick dempsy is dreamy. hello, fall television schedule, goodbye productivity.

i was going to wait to blog until i finished the pictures from this weekend's gay pride festivities but seeing as i'm doomed to work on a pentium II for the rest of my days, it's taking me awhile. so i'll give you your sunday 5 now and the pictures and videos later. and i'm thinking of changing it to the weekly 5 or maybe just THE FIVE because i can't seem to be on time with it.

THE FIVE.
theme: duluth (part two)

1. teague alexy - sidesteppin' man (live at beaners)
i had the pleasure of seeing teague at the homegrown music festival this year and i was quite impressed. you'll like him, i promise.

2. trampled by turtles - codeine (blue sky and the devil)
everyone needs a little bluegrass. i also had the pleasure of seeing them at homegrown this year, and they put on a great show... just wear some kind of protective padding if you're dancing with the crowd. i got an elbow in the face. that's not fun.

3. haley bonar - am i allowed (the size of planets)
i find miss bonar's music really haunting, and this one is haunting in a sweet way. and it reminds me of eric & glen, the fiendres.

4. the hardcore jollies - bodhisattva (unavailable)
i have to put this on here. and i'm still not bitter. and, as much as i love steely dan, their cover of this song is better than the original. enjoy. reminisce. and try not to remember the bad times.

5. mason jennings - duluth (birds flying away)
so technically mason isn't from duluth, but the song is about duluth. that counts, right? and this song is so good. so don't criticize, thank and download. and support the artists.... bitches.

there will be no blogging for awhile. i'm out of town for a bit and will have no internet access (say it ain't so!). when i return, there will be a plethora of internet gifts for you, including more of "the crew," more videos (including the gay pride parade) and more pictures than you can shake a stick at. in hindsight, the last portion of the last sentence made no sense, but you've got five new songs to erase that from your memory.

clifford out.

when i woke up this morning, i opened my bedroom door to see a nearly-empty room across the hall from me. the "living room"/"common room"/"big empty area" between the rooms was generally empty except for a lone television set on the floor, my rug with the squares on it, and two pink bean bag chairs, dwindling in size. the walls that were once filled with many colorful posters are now empty and bare, save my radiohead, low, and jack white posters. in the bathroom there hangs one towel instead of two. what this all means is that jason has pretty much officially moved out as of yesterday.

dave also moved out yesterday, taking with him the dining room table and chairs, the bookcase, the living room lamp, and a lot of other things we didn't consider that we needed. i suppose we can eat off of our laps in the dark living room. that's beside the point. the point is that dave moved out and while i'm thrilled about his amazing new apartment with muhs & biggie (a perfect situation for him), i'm also quite bitter about it all. the table, the lamp, and dave -- bitter, bitter, bitter.

it's starting to hit me that the summer is over. the summer weather came to an abrupt halt about two weeks ago, and as crabby as i am about that, i've come to terms with it. however, the summer itself went by way too quickly. when i think back on it, it's really just a blur of grain belt premium, "sports night" dvds, calloused fingertips, cigarette smoke, the time warp, "batman begins," ac/dc, bonfires, excessive makeup, stray animals, the swing of truth, really late nights at black bear, the familiar clinking of dave's belt buckle, and thanking god for mcdonald's new hours. oh yeah, and a horrible soul-sucking job for three weeks, but that's not important.

pelowski & sam are here tonight for the last time for a long long time. too long. our one last hoorah. there will be pictures.

oh shitty, speaking of pictures, i suppose you're curious about the glam rock weekend '05 pictures.













that's all i was able to snap on my camera, but i'm hoping sarah & kecia got some on theirs that i'll be able to post.

that sentence was not correctly structured. i'm leaving it.

clifford out.