you're checking in more often than i even have anything to say.
one more everything-old-is-new-again refugee from my ipod:
+ the most perfect warm weather song: pharrell & jay-z v. beck // frontin' on debra. also reminds me: the moment when friday night lights won me over as a show forever came relatively early -- in the first episode, when they're in the sandwich shop, and the scene is cutting back and forth between the first string players' tables and matt and landry's table, and the soundtrack is cutting back and forth between "new friend request" by gym class heroes and "debra." best way-in ever. (re: friday night lights, i have watched eight episodes. not allowing myself to download all the episodes at once and mainline them in three days is KILLING me. also, i tried to make myself an icon but screencaps kept accidentally spoiling me, so that'll have to wait. god DAMMIT.)
two thumbs up for elected officials from massachusetts:
+ barney frank is going to re-introduce the employment non-discrimination act. even if it passes a democratic congress, it'll get a presidential veto faster than you can say "rumors on the internets." so let's think of this as the club tour you play before your album drops, where you remind everyone that ENDA's not dead so it can be a real summer headliner say, after the 2008 presidential election.
+ deval patrick wants to tell the federal government to go fuck itself (with a condom, obvs!) with its abstinence-only money for sex education, which would make massachusetts the seventh state to say, "thanks, but, uh, no thanks, y'all." awesome.
three things things i would like right now please:
+ a cherry coke zero. unlike all other diet sodas ever, cherry coke zero is actually superior to regular cherry coke, because regular cherry coke tastes kind of like cough syrup. i'm terrified that they're going to stop making it. springfield and i buy one from 7-11 every day in an effort to generate some kind of groundswell, but we need your support.
+ to get back the two weeks i spent slogging through this book, which looked AWESOME (post-apocalyptic allegorical re-telling of the jamestown settlement!) but was, unfortunately, not.
+ a bench-clearing brawl. but that's the spywire that's always running in the back of my brain. i imagine a bench-clearing brawl to be just like when you push someone out of your way on the train after you said "excuse me" six times and they didn't move, except about 10,272 times more satisfying.
+ the most perfect warm weather song: pharrell & jay-z v. beck // frontin' on debra. also reminds me: the moment when friday night lights won me over as a show forever came relatively early -- in the first episode, when they're in the sandwich shop, and the scene is cutting back and forth between the first string players' tables and matt and landry's table, and the soundtrack is cutting back and forth between "new friend request" by gym class heroes and "debra." best way-in ever. (re: friday night lights, i have watched eight episodes. not allowing myself to download all the episodes at once and mainline them in three days is KILLING me. also, i tried to make myself an icon but screencaps kept accidentally spoiling me, so that'll have to wait. god DAMMIT.)
two thumbs up for elected officials from massachusetts:
+ barney frank is going to re-introduce the employment non-discrimination act. even if it passes a democratic congress, it'll get a presidential veto faster than you can say "rumors on the internets." so let's think of this as the club tour you play before your album drops, where you remind everyone that ENDA's not dead so it can be a real summer headliner say, after the 2008 presidential election.
+ deval patrick wants to tell the federal government to go fuck itself (with a condom, obvs!) with its abstinence-only money for sex education, which would make massachusetts the seventh state to say, "thanks, but, uh, no thanks, y'all." awesome.
three things things i would like right now please:
+ a cherry coke zero. unlike all other diet sodas ever, cherry coke zero is actually superior to regular cherry coke, because regular cherry coke tastes kind of like cough syrup. i'm terrified that they're going to stop making it. springfield and i buy one from 7-11 every day in an effort to generate some kind of groundswell, but we need your support.
+ to get back the two weeks i spent slogging through this book, which looked AWESOME (post-apocalyptic allegorical re-telling of the jamestown settlement!) but was, unfortunately, not.
+ a bench-clearing brawl. but that's the spywire that's always running in the back of my brain. i imagine a bench-clearing brawl to be just like when you push someone out of your way on the train after you said "excuse me" six times and they didn't move, except about 10,272 times more satisfying.