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| Fave song lyrics |
Sep 20, 2006 11:10 am
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I was commenting in Moxie's Rock-n-Roll post, where I was moved to quote the Yeah Yeah Yeahs' "Bang":
As a f*ck, son, you suck
- what an awesome line. Here, for your pleasure, other awesome lines from great songs. Please add to the list!
I love myself better than you
I know it's wrong, so what should I do?
- Nirvana, "On A Plain"
It's not gonna stop
Til you wise up
- Aimee Mann, "Wise Up"
A ship without a rudder's
Like a ship without a rudder's
Like a ship without a rudder...
- The Lemonheads, "Rudderless"
Everyone's afraid of their own life
If you could be anything you want
You'd be disappointed
Am I right?
- Modest Mouse, "Lives"
Give me my money back, you bitch
And don't forget
To give me back my black t-shirt
- Ben Folds Five, "Song for the Dumped"
It's so hard to go in the city
'Cause you want to say I love you to everybody
- Cat Power, "The Colors and the Kids"
Fate up against your will
- Echo and the Bunnymen, "The Killing Moon"
If you're alone
It must be you that wants to be apart
- Elliott Smith, "Alameda"
Two sips from the cup of human kindness
And I'm sh*tfaced
Just laid to waste
- The New Pornographers, "Use It"
IMF
Dirty MF
Takes away everything it can get
Always make certain that there's one thing left
Keep them on the hook with insupportable debt
- Bruce cockburn, "Call It Democracy"
I'm working
But I'm not working for you!
No! Slack motherf*cker!
- Superchunk, "Slack Motherf*cker"
Nevermind
All over but the shouting
Just a waste of time
- The Replacements, "Nevermind"
I met a girl I'd like to know better
But I'm already with someone
- Wheat, "I Met a Girl"
Oh Yoshimi,
They don't believe me
But you won't let those robots eat me
- The Flaming Lips, "Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots, Pt. 1"
I am gonna make it through this year
If it kills me
- The Mountain Goats, "This Year"
Help me, I can't stop!
Edited To Add:(see?) (but really how could I forget this - I use it for my headline!)
She's a jar
With a heavy lid
My pop quiz kid
A sleepy kisser
- Wilco, "She's a Jar"
Yay, more additions!!!
I got green and I got blues
And every day there's a little less difference between the two
- Drive-by Truckers, "Goddamn Lonely Love"
Whatever happened to Pong?
- Frank Black, "Whatever Happened to Pong"
This is a public service announcement
With guitar
- The Clash, "Know Your Rights"
The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You've gotta promise not to stop when I say "when"
- Foo Fighters, "Everlong"
E-mail boyfriend
I should've never hit "Send"
It was better to pretend
- Noisy_Introvert, "E-mail Boyfriend"
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| We're all adults here. |
Sep 17, 2006 7:06 pm
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What the fu[kcq]k is up with all the HTML interference on Moral Majority offending words like \bsexo?\b, - \bsexo?\b, people! -sh[i!1l]t, fu[kcq]k, etc. I mean, come on, Fast Cupid. I don't like to abuse the expletives or anything, but sometimes I'm just keepin' it real. Too much is not cool, but once in awhile to express a point? I mean, we are all communicating ourselves through written word only. It's a way of showing our personalities. I know some people don't appreciate cursing and might think of it as a crutch or some such, but I am perfectly capable of expressing myself clearly without it - I just like it sometimes.
This ain't frickin' Disneyland. |
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| The drive-in |
Sep 17, 2006 5:10 pm
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The drive-in is one of my favourtist ways to see a movie. When I was a kid and it was just me, my mom and my brother, we always saw movies at the drive-in - it was the cheapest way for a single mom to take her kids to a show because kids 12 and under were free. When my brother got to be too old to pass for 12, he used to hide in the back of the Chevette, which was no easy task, but I digress. (To digress further, my mom would have paid for him, but he liked the challenge.)
Drive-ins are great for a lot of reasons:
- you can bring your own snacks (my mom used to make a big bag of popcorn, back when you still got groceries in brown paper bags so we'd have a method of transporting the hot buttery goodness)
- you can put your feet up on the dashboard
- you can chat and/or make out without bothering other patrons
- you get two, sometimes three, occasionally even four movies for less than the cost of one at a regular theatre
- there's that weird, temporary sense of community, with all the cars gathered around and people milling about with lawn chairs and kids in pjs - almost like camping
I wish they weren't dying out. In Toronto there aren't many left - there's a horrible, soulless, concrete slab of one in the city at The Docks, but if you really want an authentic drive-in experience, you have to drive out to Oakville to go to the 5 Drive-in. It requires some dedication to the experience to drive all the way out there.
I can still remember seeing Star Wars, Raiders, E.T. and all those great disaster movies from the 70s at the drive-in: Towering Inferno, Poseiden Adventure, Airport 75, Airport 77... Westworld. Think I may have fallen asleep during a couple of those, but that's why I always went in my nightie. I miss those days.
My favourite meta drive-in experience was watching John Travolta sing "Stranded at the Drive-In" (Grease), at the drive-in. That may actually have been my only meta drive-in experience, come to think of it.
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| Sean Penn: what a dick |
Sep 15, 2006 7:09 am
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At a press conference a couple days ago to promote his new movie, All the King's Men, Sean Penn casually lit a cigarette inside the Sutton Place hotel in downtown Toronto.
Even though my occupation is listed as "cancer fighter", I'm not one of those crazed anti-smoking nutters that get in everyone's craw about it. I just think it's incredibly frigging rude. Sean, we are not in the 80s anymore. We aren't even in the 90s. You can't just light up wherever you want to. Even if you try to give him the benefit of the doubt by saying "He's not from here" so he doesn't know it's against the law in Ontario to smoke in public places (yeah, how many months has he spent here filming movies over the years?)... Anyway, he's from CALIFORNIA, a state leader in smoking bans and bylaws. Well, okay, I don't know if he's actually from there. Or even if he lives there, to be honest. But whatever! The point is, don't be a dick, Sean. Just be respectful of your environment.
I think it's just the blatant flouting of the laws that pisses me off mostly. I didn't think he was the kind of guy who pulled this Hollywood crap. |
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| Midnight Madness at the TIFF: Severance |
Sep 15, 2006 6:52 am
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Last night, like the title suggests, I went to a midnight screening of Severance at the Toronto International Film Festival. It was described (more than once - in the press release blurb and by the guy who introduced it at the screening) as "Deliverance meets The Office", which kind of told me everything I needed to know about the kind of movie I was in for.
My feeling was that this is a very clever title. Almost too clever. I imagined somebody coming up with that formula/tagline and the title one night after smoking a joint with his buddies, and decided to congratulate himself for his awesomenitude by writing a movie that fit the title. Lots of ho, ho, aren't we clever, broad comedic moments, mixed with appropriately ghoulish slasher shots.
Actually, it was kind of fun - no Shaun of the Dead, but if you like that kind of campy horror style, you'd probably enjoy this. There are a few arty camera shots that elevate it above your average low budget slasher (not that I have really sampled enough of those to speak authoritatively on what is "average"...)
The plot consists of a disparate group of stereotypes from an office setting, spending a weekend at a lodge in... Hungary? Anyway, it's in the middle of a scary forest and it turns out they are not alone. What follows is the most intense team-building exercise anyone has ever been forced to endure.
When the director, Christopher Smith, addressed the audience before the film started, he earnestly proclaimed TIFF audiences as the best in the industry for a director's ego because of our genuine enthusiasm. (Read: we laugh at all the jokes.) As opposed to the folded arms and chirping crickets he encountered at Cannes. Sure enough, the audience was over the top in their reaction, applauding for camera angles, laughing uproariously at stuff I found kind of obvious. I was a bit embarrassed, to be honest. But hell, I'm all for giving an indie guy a little boost to the ego. I like that people in the industry see Toronto as such a friendly and enthusiastic audience.
My girlfriend pointed out that half the audience was probably drunk, too, which probably didn't hurt.
Anyway, like Snakes on a Plane, I would deem this a fun rental one night. And if you're into the genre, you'd probably even enjoy it on the big screen, if you got drunk first and watched it at midnight after a long day at the office. |
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| The Lunch Catcher |
Sep 12, 2006 11:32 am
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When I got to work today, I noticed three or four red splatters on my nice off white sweater. It was from pouring ketchup into this little container that has to be "burped" because the passageway is too narrow to allow for a steady ketchup stream. I thought I was being careful, gently banging it on the counter at arm's length away from me, but sure enough, splatters.
For lunch, I had rotini with meatballs - another hazardous meal for slobs like me who can't seem to find their mouth with more than 90-95% accuracy. After lunch I went to the washroom, caught a glance of myself in the mirror, and there's a big honking orange splotch on my chest. Aw, come on!
Sometimes I wear this pendant that my mom got for me a few years back - it's called a Dream Catcher. It's a Native American craft that's symbolic of the power of dreams - it's supposed to sift out all your bad dreams through the little hole in the centre, and hang on to the good ones in the web.
After wearing it to work several times and noticing pasta stains on it more than once, I took to calling it the Lunch Catcher. Wish I'd worn it today. |
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| URAQT |
Sep 12, 2006 6:14 am
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Is your dad a dealer
Cuz you're dope to me |
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| The TMI circle of giggling lightweights |
Sep 10, 2006 8:43 pm
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Well, I am happy to report that the Truth or Dare gang were discreet, demure and droll the next morning at the meeting. A couple of sly grins and nervous looks from one another, some light teasing, and promises that none of the curious onlookers would get any details other than the impression that they'd missed out by going to bed at a decent hour. Then the meeting was over and everybody scattered back across the country.
I don't regret showing myself to people. I thought I would but I don't.
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| Truth or Dare |
Sep 8, 2006 11:01 pm
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Okay, I gotta make this quick because a) I'm drunk and reeeaally tired; and b) I have to do a presentation tomorrow at effing 8 a.m. at the big conference.
I got over the big sulk (see Anti-social if you care) and went out with a select group of adventurous colleagues tonight after we all had dinner together. We ended up at a pub, and when I threatened to leave because the conversation was so boring, they ordered me another beer, and we started playing Truth or Dare. It was fun, and weird. Out of the blue, I found myself participating in this confessional circle made up of people I barely know - my colleagues from across the country that I see once a year, plus my young co-worker that I see every day. He shared tales of the dirtiest places he's done it with his wife. In turn, he demanded I tell the story of my most recent sexual experience. I guess I could have lied, but we were all being so candid... it was almost like being online. There was no sense of accountability for "the morning after". There were plenty of jokes about keeping a straight face tomorrow (later today, to be precise) during presentations, but that didn't stop us from confessing all. One of us, a marketing manager, told us she'd tried coke and experimented sexually with a girlfriend. It was kind of wild to hear that - we work for a pretty conservative organization, and even though I know that I'm a totally different person in my private life than I am at the office, it's still kind of weird and cool to find out others have deeper, more complex private lives than I'd considered or given them credit for.
I'm curious to see how we deal with each other tomorrow...
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| Anti-social |
Sep 7, 2006 8:01 pm
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I've been in Montreal this week for a conference. Montreal is such an awesome city, and yet at the end of the day, I just want to get take out and hide in my room. I don't want to socialize with any of my colleagues. I feel resentful of the expectation from my boss to do so.
I want to write funny, lively posts so that everyone will say, "Oh, Noisy_Introvert, you're hilarious!" but nothing comes to me. You know in Calvin and Hobbes, when Calvin is pissed and there's just a big black scribble over his head? That's how I'm feeling this week. |
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