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Friday, 27 April 2007

Sometime around 11:30pm I was settling down to do my nails when - I kid you not - a jurassic sized bug flew up from behind my bed (?) ((!)).  Now I don't want to play all coy and cute and girly but my god, when insects enter my vicinity, particularly in a safe place like my apartment or room, I cease to function.

What followed was 30 minutes of mass hysteria.  My roommate wasn't around, although knowing her, I imagine it would've only doubled the screaming involved with the incident.  My boyfriend was far away in his stupid state of Maryland and my anti-social behavior had failed to endear me to any of the few male residents in my building.  I was on my own for this.

I spent the first 27 minutes of the episode on the phone with The Boy who started out with sympathy and love and quickly turned to shouting, most specicially that I needed to "Get over it and grow up."  I guess one can only stand the wimpering of a 23 year old woman for so long.

Eventually, fearing any sort of reciprocation if attempted to swat at it, since it's wingspan was about the size of my head, I decided to aerosol it to death.  Unfortunately we didn't have much in the way of spray cans but I managed to find a virtually full bottle of dust spray.  After several sprays, the bug was all over my room and the spray was landing on everything.  Now my bed, all my clothes that I packed for my weekend trip to California and, well, the whole room smelled like dust removal spray.  Lovely.

The bug put up a good fight.  He died entirely too close to my pile of laundry (also pleasantly dusted with spray) and I put a glass cup over him, where he will stay until someone far braver than I will remove him to the out of doors.  I'm terrified to sleep tonight but I can't sit here looking at useless links and Cute Overload all night.

To California in the morning.  Then, when I return, the search for a new, bug-free apartment commences.
by: DJGroovySlug at April 27, 2007 01:27 | link | comments (1)

Thursday, 26 April 2007

An Essay on Wolfmother

The Boy insists that I don't link to things often enough.  He also went on to explain that it's snobby and obnoxious to assume that people always know who you are talking about, especially when you know fully well that WOLFMOTHER isn't a Top 40 band with regular airplay. UM HELLO DID HE NOT SEE THE REFERENCE TO BEING  A GOOD HIPSTER???

But that's the thing.  You all know who WOLFMOTHER is! You just don't know it!

You can read about WOLFMOTHER here, here, here and maybe here.  If you want more, go here.

But here's the cliffsnotes version:

WOLFMOTHER is from Australia and managed to crack open into the highly lucrative and impenetrable American music scene by being the buzz band of 2005/2006.  You would probably best recognize them from this Apple commercial, or maybe from playing Guitar Hero II (and if you are a Guitar Hero fan, check out that video of some dude KILLING "Woman" on expert.  It's insane) or Madden, both of which feature their hit song "Woman."  Maybe you saw them at Lollapalooza, Virgin Fest or one of those many European ones that I don't know the names of (BAD HIPSTER! NO MOJITO FOR YOU!).  Furthermore, pay attention since their new single is featured on the Spiderman 3 soundtrack.

Truly though, it's pretty hard not to like WOLFMOTHER.  They are catchy and nostalgic and harken back to days of well played guitar and lots of weed.   My former hippie dad would love WOLFMOTHER.  I think even people that aren't so much into rock could really enjoy seeing them live.  It's all a bit bacchanalian in spirit: loud music, lots of yelling and body writhing.  Furthermore how can you not love a band whose album cover art looks like the same covers used for really bad sci-fi novels.  Good times, I swear.  Check them out!

(Here.  Or here.  Maybe here.)

((And here's a review of how they perform live: "Wolfmother did a good job of toeing the precarious line between giving the audience the big rock spectacle they paid for and not overdoing it to the point of unintentional parody.")

WOLFMOTHER

The Boy also gave me grief for using the devil horns instead of an actual shot of the show.  Who wants to look at someone else's concert pics?  Ugh, whatevs.  The Internet King spoketh. 
by: DJGroovySlug at April 26, 2007 13:38 | link | comments (2)

Thursday, 26 April 2007

So we went to see WOLFMOTHER last night (must always be said with that inflection coupled by a rock first pump into the air) and it was - wait for it - TEH AWESOME.  So good, I dropped all pretense of being cool and normal and resorted to the "teh" which is code for "I'm the world's most annoying hipster internet geek."

Oh wait, I think I already proved that by going to a WOLFMOTHER concert.  Hmmm.

Seriously though, some people hate on WOLFMOTHER but I am in love with good old-fashioned rock and roll, something seriously lacking in this world except when you add Janis Joplin to your iPod (like that 1970s psychedelic rock reference?  It's under the hipster handbook, the chapter entitled "Music and You: Name-Dropping Obscure Bands and Referencing the Old Guard of Musicians 101").

I totally loved watching the people pushing each other around at the front and had I been with the right peple I would've loved to be right up there, pressed to the rail and hoping to God no mosher somehow snagged me into the fray.  WOLFMOTHER has a ton of energy (helped by the fact that their songs have a ton of energy) and while I won't bore you by pretending I even know what the term "riff" means, they are amazing musicians.  If you have the means, I highly suggest you check them out. They are so choice.

So now it's time to count down the days to Virgin Fest 2007 and The White Stripes here in DC.


ROCK N ROLL.
by: DJGroovySlug at April 26, 2007 12:33 | link | comments

Wednesday, 25 April 2007

I'm going to try and not spend the entire blog post gushing about a new dress that I bought, my new dress that is also prohibitively expensive but I'm not afraid to say that now since I know The Boy's eyes just glossed over after the words "new dress" and likely hasn't even made it this far.  Hello Adam!

For my birthday The (wonderful) Boy decided to take me on vacation, back to the Caribbean, land of shellfish, rum and latte colored skin, basically my three favorite things ever.  So my question is this: how lame is it to go back to the exact same place, including hotel, as last October?

The thing is, we LOVED the Turks and Caicos and frankly my only complaint was that we couldn't add on a day when we were there last trip.  There are still things we didn't get to do and I'd also like to take a boat to the other islands, so I think it wouldn't be exactly the same trip.  But pretty darn close.  I'm also slightly inclined to believe that going on a Caribbean vacation every six months is sort of the opposite of lame, but who am I to say? I'm like the Queen of Lame.  I DVR Planet Earth.

Other ideas floating around include Antigua and St. John.  In case you couldn't tell, we have a mild obsession with places that have super soft white sand beaches where the water glows clear like a jewel.  Also, The Boy has a fear of seaweed, so no ocean junk.  But otherwise, little else matters. 
by: DJGroovySlug at April 25, 2007 15:57 | link | comments

Wednesday, 25 April 2007

Stephen King writes about violence and creativity and how it relates to the VA Tech killer in his regular EW.com column:

"Cho doesn't strike me as in the least creative, however. Dude was crazy. Dude was, in the memorable phrasing of Nikki Giovanni, ''just mean.'' Essentially there's no story here, except for a paranoid a--hole who went DEFCON-1. He may have been inspired by Columbine, but only because he was too dim to think up such a scenario on his own."
by: DJGroovySlug at April 25, 2007 14:59 | link | comments

Tuesday, 24 April 2007

Irony

I want to shoot this guy.
by: DJGroovySlug at April 24, 2007 14:22 | link | comments

Tuesday, 24 April 2007

I could ramble on about my superfun weekend because I know how jealous ya'll get about my crazy lifestyle.  Movies? WHOA.  Art show? YIKES.  Charity event? YOWZA.  How could you ever keep up with me?  Insert typical quote about how famous/cool/wonderful I am here.

Instead, you should all focus your attention to Washington Post.com where Gene Weingarten returns from his entirely too long hiatus to resume his famous online chat.  My depression ends today folks.  Life is good.  All is well with this world.  I honestly feel like all the chakras are aligned now.  I really missed those aligned chakras.  Lined up in a row.  Like ducks.  Or penguins.  Have you seen March of the Penguins?  My heart exploded from the cute.
by: DJGroovySlug at April 24, 2007 11:02 | link | comments

Friday, 20 April 2007

Play.

It's beautiful out! Which I guess means...I have to blog again.

But there will be none of that.  No "have to."  THERE ARE NO MORE BLOGGING REQUIREMENTS. 

The fact is, even though it sometimes feels like I have all the time in the world, the half of my life that isn't already claimed by work and social activities is spent worrying about what I should be doing, and then half of me is like "What the hell, why do you always need to be doing things? DO NOTHING" and that's how my laundry never gets done and then half of me starts worrying about the laundry and then starts worrying about my worrying and thinking how in the world do people even find time to go to therapy?  Because I really want to go to therapy.  Why you ask? Well for one thing, I just described 4 halves of myself, which equals two people.  Not that that's a false statement; I am two people.  Normal, cute Arlene and CRAZY ARLENE.  There are some days where my head cannot escape my brain, if that makes any sense.  But luckily not today.  Pay no attention to my eye, that's a regular spasm.

Someone recently claimed my blog was girl-y which I find distasteful.  I'm sorry, but I think the only time I mentioned anything remotely girl-y was when I complained that I hate getting my haircut, which if you think about it, is really anti-girl-y.  I can assure you that The Boy is more concerned about haircuts than I will ever be.  He also dresses better and is neater and doesn't have fantasies about Scarlett Johansson, so go read his non-existent blog if you want girl-y.  Won't find none of that here, no sir.

Which reminds me, I'm attending some sort of charity....ball type thing tomorrow and I haven't a thing to wear.  And I swear to god the last thing I want to do is go to the mall tomorrow, not when it's going to be so nice out and the perfect day to hit up some batting cages in preparation for softball season.  But I guess that X chromosome is lurking around somewhere because it also doesn't want me to go to this event without a new dress.  DAMN YOU X CHROMOSOME.

So yes, I didn't say a word about VA Tech.  What in the heck am I supposed to say?  That could possibly illuminate the subject? Honor the victims? Add instead of take away? Instead I chose silence and and my own conversations with God/Allah/Vishnu/Flying Spaghetti Monster.  We have an understanding like that.  Understanding, that's something we need a whole lot more of in the world.  Sigh.

Spend the weekend with the people you love, doing the things you love, enjoying this beautiful weather and maybe we'll all be able to walk around with tons of smiles and rainbows and ponies.  I choose life.  Over fear, sensationalism, my annoying complaining and empty platitudes.  Which I guess means I should stop talking now.

Have a great weekend my wonderful internet family!


(I assure you that I am not on any kind of mood altering drug, medicinal or otherwise.)
by: DJGroovySlug at April 20, 2007 15:10 | link | comments (5)

Thursday, 12 April 2007

Ghosts

Ghosts
by: DJGroovySlug at April 12, 2007 10:12 | link | comments

Monday, 09 April 2007

Okay the problem with taking a hiatus is that I have to, like, not write.  Damn that little caveat.  Anywho, there are like 20 million things I want to talk about but I really can't talk about any of them until you've sat down and read Gene Weingarten's recent Washington Post Magazine article asking the question: what happens if a widely acclaimed violinist playing on a multi-million dollar violin played in the middle of a subway station during rush hour?

Now of course I love the article because I love Gene and I love the artist (Joshua Bell) and I love the premise (that most of us can't be bothered to enjoy much of anything that doesn't involve little thinking and excessive consumption).  But having said that, I think any reaction to this article, volatile or not, says a lot about society.  

Then take a look at Weingarten's online chat, where he takes questions about the article.  And if you are willing and have no time on your hands, take a guess at which question of mine Weingarten answered.
by: DJGroovySlug at April 09, 2007 14:54 | link | comments (4)