Hullabaloo-la la
Let's pick things up from yesterday's dreary post with a short little list.
Sitting: in my messy messy room, at my desk where Reggie and Jing-Tei are swimming around happily.
Craving: Donuts. Of course.
Listening to lately: Mindy Smith, a unique blend of country, blues and folk sung with a crystal clear voice. The Beatles, who I am loving more with each listen (Help in particular may be near to replacing Revolver as my favorite record). M.I.A., attitude-driven electronica with a London twist.
Reading: Too much! Fluke by Christopher Moore as well as the brilliant and insightful Stiff by Mary Roach, a book about dead bodies and all their adventures; also waiting to be started are Christopher Moore's Practical Demonkeeping, a personal favorite, The Tao of Pooh, a book relating Winnie the Pooh to Taoist principles, and a book whose title I can't just recall now which is composed of a series of articles about shocking things people have done in public libraries.
Watching: Samurai Jack (why did no one tell me before how brilliant it is?), The Venture Brothers (why has no one else told you how brilliant it is?), My Name Is Earl (go see it now).
Disappointed in: Lauryn Hill's so-called new album, which is just a remix album of all her old songs, only they're not really that remixed, they sound more or less the same, and she put two different versions of the same song right next to each other, a major musical no-no. Come on, Lauryn, it's been ten years, ten, since your record came out, and this is all you can give us? We miss you, you've got talent, use it. Also disappointed in the recent news (or, recent to me) that Aaron McGruder has left the scene of comic strips right when we needed him the most. His outrageously political and pissed-off revolutionary comic strip The Boondocks was a raised fist of fury for all those sick of the system and willing to laugh at it. Obsessed with his own importance and controversy, so it seems, McGruder's newest collection is, while funny as ever, seemingly self-congratulating and more depressingly cynical than ever. We need more intelligent cartoonists, especially now.
Excited Because: The website is coming. The website is coming.
Thoughts are with: Whitney my pear, Sara my peach, panda bears and polar bears, and that poor little f-ed up John Mayer.
I Love: Too many of you to name, but you know who you are. Come snuggle in bed with me.
I'm going to get in bed and think about comics.
Sitting: in my messy messy room, at my desk where Reggie and Jing-Tei are swimming around happily.
Craving: Donuts. Of course.
Listening to lately: Mindy Smith, a unique blend of country, blues and folk sung with a crystal clear voice. The Beatles, who I am loving more with each listen (Help in particular may be near to replacing Revolver as my favorite record). M.I.A., attitude-driven electronica with a London twist.
Reading: Too much! Fluke by Christopher Moore as well as the brilliant and insightful Stiff by Mary Roach, a book about dead bodies and all their adventures; also waiting to be started are Christopher Moore's Practical Demonkeeping, a personal favorite, The Tao of Pooh, a book relating Winnie the Pooh to Taoist principles, and a book whose title I can't just recall now which is composed of a series of articles about shocking things people have done in public libraries.
Watching: Samurai Jack (why did no one tell me before how brilliant it is?), The Venture Brothers (why has no one else told you how brilliant it is?), My Name Is Earl (go see it now).
Disappointed in: Lauryn Hill's so-called new album, which is just a remix album of all her old songs, only they're not really that remixed, they sound more or less the same, and she put two different versions of the same song right next to each other, a major musical no-no. Come on, Lauryn, it's been ten years, ten, since your record came out, and this is all you can give us? We miss you, you've got talent, use it. Also disappointed in the recent news (or, recent to me) that Aaron McGruder has left the scene of comic strips right when we needed him the most. His outrageously political and pissed-off revolutionary comic strip The Boondocks was a raised fist of fury for all those sick of the system and willing to laugh at it. Obsessed with his own importance and controversy, so it seems, McGruder's newest collection is, while funny as ever, seemingly self-congratulating and more depressingly cynical than ever. We need more intelligent cartoonists, especially now.
Excited Because: The website is coming. The website is coming.
Thoughts are with: Whitney my pear, Sara my peach, panda bears and polar bears, and that poor little f-ed up John Mayer.
I Love: Too many of you to name, but you know who you are. Come snuggle in bed with me.
I'm going to get in bed and think about comics.