Friday, January 26, 2007

I Think I Came This Way Before

















• I think the thing that bothers me the most about "emo," as a subculture, is that you can't even bitch about it. You certainly can't blog about it without becoming part of the problem.

On the one hand, you know, it seems like "emo" has held on long enough. Collectively, they've endured enough ridicule over the past five or six years that now we, the People of Earth, are supposed to accept these backwards-hairs as legitimate and viable, and incorporate minute aspects of their thing into our thing. At the least, they've become an old saw. Stale subject matter. Much in the same way that criticizing the president has become, as of late, a little passé.

And then again, on the other hand, when you go out of your way to deride "emo," you put yourself in the same position as, say, Hova did we he formally addressed his Dipset beef: you kind of lose just for involving yourself at all. To extend this line of thought, though, I have to say I think I feel like Jay must have felt. On some "fuck that, I'm hatin'!"

• So. Anyway. 30 Seconds to Mars. What the hell is the deal with 30 Seconds to Mars? I have been aware of their existence for some time now, you know. But I never paid them no nevermind. I just added them to the already exhaustive list of Things That Emo Has Ruined. (That One Guy From Fight Club Who Used To Be On TV is now listed officially at number one hundred and thirty-eight, well below such entires as "tattoos" and "Rolling Stone magazine."(Because he kind of always sucked anyway.))

Then last night their video came on. The shit is epic as hell. Not necessarily good-epic, but epic all the same. I would bet that this little five minute clip had at least twice the budget of Prefontaine.

Great, I'm thinking, "emo" finally has its Thriller.

• Speaking of "emo," though. Higginbotham maintains that if you're lonely at your computer and you feel like you need a hug but there's no one around, then Cute Overload will hold it down for you. I'm inclined to agree. (Happy birthday, Higginblatt.)

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Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Can't Call It

















• Apparently, I don't know anything about anything. Jush won the 2007 RWRR Brett Sucks Challenge. The Corndogs became The Cowboys. And then they imploded. And then they disintegrated. And then, just to add insult to injury, For Better or For Worse simply will not die. (Memo to Watterson: You have proved your point. I want it back.)

But all is not lost here in Sarchicha. For one thing, the notorious Gigglestick Magillicutty is back with a vengeance kind of. At the very least, he's tearing Grupthink the fuck up.

Also: What Daytrotter does is so good that I want to do everything they do and not even feel bad about it.

The Good, The Bad and The Queen is so good you may - may - be able to expect a review of it soon. But we here at CFY,K are still waiting for all the reviews of that Anvil Rabbitt EP to come in. (Oh yeah. That's totally still happening.)

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Monday, January 15, 2007

By the Time I Get to Arizona






















• Happy MLK Day, ladies and gentlemen.


Also: anyone who has been calling me lately has been unceremoniously met with my voicemail. This is due to a weird cellular anomaly, in that my apartment became a completely dead spot. I have no idea why this is. But it's killing me.

I was given a Tarot card reading the other night. As it turns out, everything sucks right now, but I end up winning on the long-term. Which, you know, I have always known. The Tarot cards did, however, suggest that there may be "hidden enemies" along the way. A message to these hidden enemies, wherever they may be: Fuck you guys.

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking: "What's going on with this link-free post, man?" I hear you. Your boy would never do you like that. I was just building up to the best shit ever.

Easy on the Heavy.

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Thursday, January 11, 2007

Rocks From the Moon and Saturn's Ring
















• Can you believe that I took the above picture of a thing that really exists in the world? Well, I did. More than that: it's the John Henry Dick Wing of the Small Building.

• Lately, monumental developments have been taking place. For instance, my first issue of The Fader came in the mail today. My devotion to that magazine is obnoxious.

• And then: Can't find mixtapes where you live? Don't want, really, to drop money you don't have on them anyway? Lil' Wayne hears you. (Is anyone this good over the course of so many mixtapes?)

I watched Transporter 3 the other night. Which was a like a midday snack to hold me over until they decide to make the Thanksgiving Dinner that will be Transporter 3.

Look at this. Witness the stupid glory. Know that you love it. (It's fine.) Then play it again every single time your phone rings. Only then will you know the extent of my weird-ass dilemma.

I'm thinking about buying a corded, stationary desk phone in response to the iPhone.

I don't really like dance music. I cannot speak French. And yet, I don't give a fuck. Fluokids has a new picture of a goodlooking woman with every post. I bet they're just saying sexy French shit all the time. I love them.

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Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Now With More Curse Words
















• I had been hearing about it all day. Apparently, the future has arrived. Said one Higginblatt: "I can feel your product lust from here."

• In other news, it is another First Week of School for your boy. I think I'm finally getting used to it, now that I'm thirty-eight years old.

• If you have ever wanted to see me - or the Rai Chile, for that matter - freak the fuck out hyperventilation-style, allow me to introduce you to this wonderful little device. (I only ever saw the box for Ghoulies, but I got like years of paralyzing nightmares out of the deal. Starting at age three. Thanks, guys.)

Marmaduke explained! Finally! Now I want one for New Yorker cartoons.

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Sunday, January 07, 2007

The Powerline Obsession Continues

















• Yesterday me and Dad were watching this Billy Jack movie, Born Losers, which may be my new favorite ridiculous pick. Also: note the presence of a total prototype.

• And now, a couple of Flickr links: first, I don't think anyone's living the dream like lovefoxx is living the dream. Secondly, a not quite sfw collection of quasi-erotica.

• Is B-rett back yet? Come back here! And then get a damn key-tar, man. And then do this shit like a thousand times.

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Wednesday, January 03, 2007

(Cold Kickin' It) Live Via Satellite

















Stranded on a desert island, The Devil Himself nonetheless remains faithful to his new\old responsibilities. It is, after all, a New Year's Revolution. (It will continue to be until further notice.)

What do you know about the Settlers of Catan? Nebraska knows about it. He was here. We geeked out. Shit was increds.

Drawn! is easily my new favorite internet thing.

Coming soon: much more.

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