A long December.
I can't believe it's only the 11th. This month is dragging.
Let's pretend I haven't been MIA for the past couple weeks. It's boring and I don't have the energy to hash it all out anyhow. I've been going back and trying to comment on stuff, but it's a lot to catch up with and I'm just so tired lately. Winter drains me. It's difficult for me to function in cold weather. Bleh.
I had a free movie rental so I picked up the god-awful Urban Legend (which I've actually already seen) not because I’m a masochist, but because the cutie cute mister cute Michael Rosenbaum is in it. Damn you, Rosenbaum. Getting in my head, making me do things. Like rent total crap just so I can watch you be cute.
I re-found some Late Night with Conan O'Brien tapes I have, back when I would tape things all the damn time. Also, a lot of those tapes came into existence because I would tape Conan while I was watching Kilby. And vice versa, so I have Kilby tapes, too. I'd switch off between them week to week. Taping. Not...guh, if only. In a perfect world.
One tape is all shows that aired like three years ago. Totally watched like four hours straight. I love Conan so hard. I have a dream (not that dream, khohen1) that one day I will meet him, and get him to growl at me. 'Cause it's fucking cute. And fucking hot. And then I'll steal his tie and ruffle up his hair and I can cross off another entry on my list of life's goals.
It's a short list.
One of the things I taped on said Late Night tapes was a performance by Beck, of "Guess I'm Doin' Fine". Gorgeous. Heartbreaking, but so beautiful. Sea Change is a terribly underrated album. As is Mutations, actually. I can't believe there are people out there who still only know Beck as "the 'Loser' guy". Ugh. Buy more records. Educate yourself. I feel very lucky to be around to watch such a brilliant musician's catalogue unfold. I missed out on many a great singer/songwriter's evolution, but I'm here for this. Beck's popularity may never really press on past cult-status, but he absolutely deserves every drop of dedication he does receive. I always think that if more people knew about him and what he's capable of creating, he would be huge. Then again, I have to step back and realize that he doesn't exactly have what they call "mass appeal" [/air quotes], and that's part of what makes him so special. Some would say quirky...some would say fucking weird. Just say Beck.
And I have nothing to follow that up with. It turned into a ramble, as per usual. But it's a good thing that I've run out of things to say, as it's now 2:30 a.m. and I have shit to do tomorrow today. For once. Like, maybe actually adding something constructive to that list of life's goals.
You know, after molesting Conan O'Brien. *growl*
Let's pretend I haven't been MIA for the past couple weeks. It's boring and I don't have the energy to hash it all out anyhow. I've been going back and trying to comment on stuff, but it's a lot to catch up with and I'm just so tired lately. Winter drains me. It's difficult for me to function in cold weather. Bleh.
I had a free movie rental so I picked up the god-awful Urban Legend (which I've actually already seen) not because I’m a masochist, but because the cutie cute mister cute Michael Rosenbaum is in it. Damn you, Rosenbaum. Getting in my head, making me do things. Like rent total crap just so I can watch you be cute.
I re-found some Late Night with Conan O'Brien tapes I have, back when I would tape things all the damn time. Also, a lot of those tapes came into existence because I would tape Conan while I was watching Kilby. And vice versa, so I have Kilby tapes, too. I'd switch off between them week to week. Taping. Not...guh, if only. In a perfect world.
One tape is all shows that aired like three years ago. Totally watched like four hours straight. I love Conan so hard. I have a dream (not that dream, khohen1) that one day I will meet him, and get him to growl at me. 'Cause it's fucking cute. And fucking hot. And then I'll steal his tie and ruffle up his hair and I can cross off another entry on my list of life's goals.
It's a short list.
One of the things I taped on said Late Night tapes was a performance by Beck, of "Guess I'm Doin' Fine". Gorgeous. Heartbreaking, but so beautiful. Sea Change is a terribly underrated album. As is Mutations, actually. I can't believe there are people out there who still only know Beck as "the 'Loser' guy". Ugh. Buy more records. Educate yourself. I feel very lucky to be around to watch such a brilliant musician's catalogue unfold. I missed out on many a great singer/songwriter's evolution, but I'm here for this. Beck's popularity may never really press on past cult-status, but he absolutely deserves every drop of dedication he does receive. I always think that if more people knew about him and what he's capable of creating, he would be huge. Then again, I have to step back and realize that he doesn't exactly have what they call "mass appeal" [/air quotes], and that's part of what makes him so special. Some would say quirky...some would say fucking weird. Just say Beck.
And I have nothing to follow that up with. It turned into a ramble, as per usual. But it's a good thing that I've run out of things to say, as it's now 2:30 a.m. and I have shit to do tomorrow today. For once. Like, maybe actually adding something constructive to that list of life's goals.
You know, after molesting Conan O'Brien. *growl*