“If The Amazing Race has taught me one thing so far this season, it’s that you can have the intellect of a possum with a head injury, and still be pretty good at The Amazing Race.”—Joel McHale on contestants Jeff & Jordan
I decided to listen to Alkaline Trio today, because their new album has been getting good reviews. I tried to listen to the new one, but the sound was too low and I couldn’t turn the speakers up any more (I was at work), so I listened to Maybe I’ll Catch Fire instead, ‘cause I wanted to hear “Fuck You Aurora.” The last song on the album is “Radio,” which I knew I used to like, but had forgotten about, but then the chorus kicked in and it was like OMGSqueal in my head. I used to emo-out to “Radio” when I was 17- “I’ve got a big fat fucking bone to pick, with you my darling…” When you’re a sheltered thing from North Jersey, screaming curses is cathartic.
I kind of fell back in love with the song. And then my mind went to the wayback place and I said to myself, “How did I even get into Alkaline Trio to begin with?” I know I liked them by the time I was a senior in high school, because the summer after graduation, I went to WARPED in Asbury Park and A3 was one of the headliners and I was thrilled, because that meant that I’d be seeing a band I actually really liked as part of my first concert experience. I still haven’t been able to figure out how I found out about them in the first place. It’s not as if any of their videos/songs were in rotation on MTV or K-Rock. Maybe it’ll hit me 2 weeks from now.
“Unfortunately, the show never bounced back from this bit of weirdness, getting sunk in a mire of bad performances and inappropriate mugging by Kara, who if there was any justice would be the fifth person being voted off tomorrow night.”—<3 to Maura, per usual
Checking this out now…there’s a song called “Ritter Sport!” That’s amazing. Ritter Sport, for some reason, was a sponsor for my college radio station, so we had to play countless lame-o ad spots for the company. Every time I see the product, I giggle.
Attention ’90s Teen Beat partisans: Cotton Candy, the new musical project of Mark Robinson (Unrest/Air Miami/Flin Flon) and Evelyn Hurley (Blast Off Country Style/Hot Pursuit/that wonderfully dreamy remix of the Magnetic Fields’ “Smoke & Mirrors”) has a full-length album out today!! I am giving it a first listen right now and it’s pretty much as great as you would expect.
It’s also on eMusic although it’ll totally blow out your download count thanks to the commercial interludes… and karaoke versions of the songs. (!!!!!!!)
In “Alice in Wonderland,” actress Anne Hathaway glides across the screen as the White Queen with a pearly grin that becomes a bit unsettling — it’s somewhere between Glinda the Good Witch and “The Stepford Wives.”
A one point she cheerily cooks up a magic potion that includes plenty of nasty ingredients (including some putrid-looking amputated fingers), and it turns out that was a hint to the real-life inspiration for the character, according to director Tim Burton.
"There’s this very beautiful cooking show host in England named Nigella Lawson and I quietly had her as my image for this character," Burton said, referring to the comely author and television personality sometimes referred to as the "queen of food porn."
Drivers complain about “road rage” from New Jersey Turnpike workers - Mmm, stay classy, Turnpike. As if people didn’t smear it enough already. When I was a kid, every time I told a fellow young person that I was from NJ, they would respond with “It smells there.”
When I was nearly 15, one of the field trip options at summer camp that year was to go look at different colleges in New England. One weekend, we went to Brown, and as the bus entered Providence, the counselor leading the trip said, “Alright, we’re entering Providence now,” and some smartass in the back of the bus yelled out, “I thought that was New Jersey!” I was horrified.
“IN the case of the American gold medalist Evan Lysacek, there was even a hint of serious fashion know-how in the choice of a stark black costume with exaggerated shoulders that both accentuated the skater’s height (about 6 feet 2 inches), masked his long torso and recalled in its ornamentation the hot French designer Christophe Decarnin of Balmain.”—Oh look, another NYTimes failure! (I think) It’s common knowledge, Guy Trebay, that Lysacek’s costumes are made by Vera Wang. Why would he leave that little fact out? If you’re writing an article about this year’s Olympics being “more fashionable,” throw VW’s name out there!