Duran Duran go back to school: "Simon Le Bon, 45, seemed overwhelmed by the students' response, saying: 'We did not come here expecting anything, they are very confident children.'"

45?
FORTY FUCKING FIVE.
oh my god.
45!!!

after watching the Concert for George today at my sister's, i've decided that i have a big crush on George's son, Dhani. just thought you should all know.

the bitches over at the rt. 46 kia dealership will not pick up their damn phone. PICK UP YOUR PHONE, KIA SERVICE PEOPLE. I NEED TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT THIS RECALL NOTICE I GOT, LIKE NOW.
sheesh.

The Awful Forums - My mother is insane (~5M of photos). i find stuff like this completely fascinating. really. just look at it.

doh!!

MSN Entertainment - News - Fallen 'Angel': "For those 'Buffy' fans still in mourning over the show's demise last year (and we're right there with ya), we have more bad news. 'Angel,' the supernatural spinoff series starring David Boreanaz as the titular brooding vampire with a soul, has been dusted by the WB."

holy crap, an a-ha tshirt is up to $46 on ebay. (don't even ask why or how i found this. just admire it for the interesting factoid that it is.)

i don't think i've yet recapped my latest weird celebrity dream. i don't know why i'm having so many of them lately. this one was from a few nights ago.

it was a long, involved dream (as most dreams i have/remember are), but the part i remember was that moby would appear every now and again and make some snide hipster remark to other people in the dream, people neither i nor he knew. (sidenote: i can't say exactly why, but i can't stand moby. i have one of his cds, and i like it ok, but something about him just makes me really irate.) i realized after a while that most comments he was making to people involved bracelets they were wearing, which were like silver cuff braceletes with some sort of turquoise emblems on them. many people (mostly men, actually) were wearing them, and they were quite pretty. but i inferred, through what moby was saying about them, that these bracelets somehow represented that the people wearing them were kiss fans. and moby would somehow dis the bracelets based on that.

so later in the dream, i was in this room with moby and a couple other people, and noticed that moby was wearing one of the bracelets. one of the other people noticed it too but was like, oh, i'm not even going to say anything, and seemed kind of disgusted. as was i, because it annoyed me that he spent all day making fun of others for wearing them, but then was like, i'm moby and i say they are now cool! so i was like, oh, I'LL say something! and i walked over to him and said something to the effect of, 'that motherfucking bracelet is so uncool, kiss won't even wear them anymore.' or something like that. i know it had the word 'mothefucker' in it toward the beginning. and i never (ok, very very rarely) say that word in real life, but it felt very good to be saying it to moby.

yeah, i don't know what it means, either, and i'm not even going to try to figure it out.

i have been so impatient lately. not impatient, like, standing too close to the people on line in front of me at the grocery store and sighing loudly on their backs. like, i can't take all the mindless chatter that people make. i don't want to chit chat. in fact, i don't want to talk much at all. because it's all mindless. and the pretense of some people...ooooh some people are so pretentious it makes me want to slap them. it's an insidious pretense, too. most people don't even see it coming.

i'm really not in a bad mood, and haven't been for a while. i'm not that depressed, i'm generally ok with the world. i'm just tired of the everyday routine, i guess. people are just quietly irking me. and i'm just noting it because it's been a while since i've had this feeling. i mean i'm always annoyed at people, but for a long time it was like...i was angry at them out of some kind of my own depression, or i wasn't angry and just went along with whatever anyone said (again a product of depression). this is the first in a long time that i've felt actively annoyed. and, kind of...superior. which i know is wrong at its core. but at the same time, it feels kind of nice. just because i haven't felt it in a long time.

hard to explain. i'm really not as awful as that sounds. i guess i'm just enjoying feeling something other than sad.

i am so in love with this dress. i have absolutely no reason to buy it. i should not buy it. but it's so cute! and so 80s! and i like some of their other clothes, too...but no, i can't, i can't...but i love this dress.

so last night, i had this dream that i was in a sort of buddy-cop movie, and my buddy was justin timberlake. we were investigating a murder, but you know, it was kinda feel-good. and we found the murderer in the end. it was a surprise twist ending!

i've spent the last couple of days at work correcting a large volume of mistakes that were entered into our Big Fat Database. by mistakes, i mean, people being lazy and not entering things correctly, and i'm just catching them now, and they're driving me crazy. no one seems as heartily impressed as i am with what a mess at least one person has forced upon my beloved database. i have become a little obsessive about keeping it perfect. i plan to, when i've fixed all the errors in information, go back and fix all the godawful typos and spelling, punctuation, and grammar errors.

ever see that tv show Monk? it's a charming show. about a detective with obsessive compulsive disorder and a multitude of phobias. sometimes, he'll do something so insanely obsessive--like lint-brushing a guy when he's trying to tell him about his mother's murder or something like that--and then say to whomever is looking at him in horror, "you'll thank me later." that's what i feel like with this database. these heathens who sullied it in the first place will someday thank me for making it shiny and beautiful again. hah!

Spam Poetry. awesome.

you know, i honestly would not have cared any less had janet jackson appeared in the superbowl halftime show wearing nothing but a lampshade on her head and a smile. really. it's a breast. so what? don't we all see that much or more every day, everywhere else? MTV, hello? is anyone looking at pop culture these days? it's all about naked girls. seriously. i'm not saying i like it, but that's just how it is right now.

anyway so i don't care what janet jackson did, whether it was on purpose or not. but i can't seem to get away from news stories about it. (apparently this whole, you know, terrorism thing is not as important to the big media outlets as a little booby is.) and what's really, REALLY pissing me off about it all, really, is--why is it being reffered to as what SHE did? did she rip off her own shirt? no, she didn't. where is justin timberlake's blame in all this? whether it was planned or by accident or whatever--HE RIPPED HER CLOTHES OFF. and is saying it was an accident. and SHE'S getting blamed for it? what the fuck is that about? and what kind of screwed up message does that send? that's it's ok to do shit like that because he apologized on the grammy's? no freaking way.

oo this is making me very, very angry.

oh, how i want this shirt! cmon, tell me it doesn't make you giggle.

that's right...i am all synthetic, baby. dig it.


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why are things so good one day, and complete shit the next?
why is life like that?
i can't stand it.

around the time that my body was turning 31, around 2:00 this morning, i was having a dream that i was hanging out at a huge party with elijah wood (looking kind of like he does in the linked picture). and that he kinda liked me. you know, in that way. but then the party was over, alas. perhaps though this is a sign that in my dotage, somewhat androgynous young men will love me.

well, a grown woman can dream, can't she.

oh dear... in the 1980s, i would have been Janna Kari. isn't that some kind of asian suicide ritual?

and since i've nothing better to do, here i am back through the ages:
in the 1960s: Pat Jamie
in the 1950s: Etta Rosemary
in the 1940s: Virgie Willie
in the 1930s: Enid Ana
in the 1920s: Belle Delores
in the 1910s: Andrea Janet
in the 1900s: Ima Sallie

weird indeed. the 60s....hm, people must've really liked that Mrs. Nixon...
and while yes, "Ima Sallie" is a little odd, i must say, names were so much cooler way back when. i mean, Shakira Nancy? whatever.

according to this site, in the 1970s, my first name was ranked 594th (148 babies, myself included i imagine, were given that name in that decade) and my middle name was ranked 153rd (954 girls were given that name, though as a first name).

if i were born in the 1990s, and given first and middle names with the same rankings for that decade, you would now be calling me...Shakira Nancy. whee!