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Upon searching the audio/visual offerings of the “entertainment box”, the stalking Mr. Drinkwater noticed the now infamous AC360 anomaly. Out of sheer dedication to research, Mr. Drinkwater endured a soul-killing seven minutes of advertised rubbish to observe Mr. Anderson Cooper by way of television transmission, as sent from CNN headquarters to the living room of Mr. Drinkwater’s apartment. Mr. Drinkwater did not comprehended the spoken language uttered by the stalked subject as Mr. Drinkwater was visually over-stimulated. Read the rest of this entry »
This weekend I had a chance to scope out some local music (for free no less!) at one of the more hip locales in my small arts city of small arts cities. Invited out with friends, I even took an exciting risk of storming the door, not flashing ID and sneaking in a beer for a friend who was very much in need. It was a nice subterfuge filled opening to an eventful evening. Read the rest of this entry »
So… I’m a temporary cat momma! Lo the cat needed a home until the end of next summer and now she’s living with me — I’m so lucky and so in love!
Friendship has always been a beautiful mystery to me. Just last night, Ian and I were eating chocolate chip cookies while google-stalking hottie biscottis with “safe search” turned off. It was a nice moment of solidarity. Ian and I also like to spend time constructing narratives of what one another’s descent into madness would look like. Today, I logged on to Teletypewriter to see that Ian posted a nice entry on pop and breakups and, upon first glance, that warm solidarity quickly took a back seat to a rabid sibling-like competitive rivalry: I must outdo his mix with my own mix of superior quality. Ah, friendship. Read the rest of this entry »
or, Super Awesome I Hate You
Breaking up is never easy, it’s one of the last things in my adult life I have yet to stop being bad at. I’m pretty great at everything else except for break ups. So to connect with everyone else out there who is overcome by awkwardness, can’t ever find the right words, is ashamed by their spinelessness, I’ve provided a proactive form of encouragement when it comes to breaking up. A sort of group audio Txs exercise. I give you the following opportunity to own your very own Teletypewriter exclusive; a mixed c.d. assembled by myself. This pop-audio journey has been hand selected to encourage both dancing and hopefully the carefree disposal of a destructive relationship. Read the rest of this entry »
I cried when I watched Obama’s speech tonight, I was so happy. Tonight was such an emotional roller coaster as Ian and I watched the election unfold. We were also totally mesmerized by the mysterious floating 3D senate/house display and will.i.am’s appearance via hologram on CNN. What was this? Star Wars? Thankfully, CNN was nice enough to provide us with some superior quality eye candy to keep us nerds engaged. How could we take our eyes off of Anderson Cooper in that fabulous suit? Shoot, I’d give up my legbite street cred for him (who is also, allegedly, a legbite. This possible fact only augments his amazing hotness, and, by extension, my street cred). Can I get a witness? Read the rest of this entry »
