Okay, well, as of right now I'm still sitting around waiting to work hard for the money, but the money will soon again be involved in my life and I'm wearing the relief like a $20 tulip flare skirt from the Gap -- translation, it feels so good.

...how about something I actually like?

At the moment I am so totally in love with Hot Hot Heat's Talk to Me, Dance With Me. This song makes me all kinds of giddy. Not to mention they're Canadian, which surprisingly isn't given away by the production value of the single's video (If I can't rely on videofact to make shitty videos anymore, what can I rely on damn it?). As well, I am oh so pleased that they're not called THE Hot Hot Heat. What's with the sudden proliferation of 'THE' garage/Indy bands anyway? Are they the new 'Boy Band'?

Listening to those harpies on the View today trying to discuss world politics is a lot like having my mom tell me about "Mary? Michelle? Laura? Ashley? Kate? (That's her name, right?) Olsen" and her struggle with asphyxia. Except these women are far from amusing and I find myself wishing Star Jones would just maul the Who Wants to Be A Millionaire woman already, or Elisabeth Hasselbeck would punch that screechy Joy Behar in the face. Please Elisabeth? You were my favorite girl Survivor. Does that count for nothing?

Also, Happy Canada day. Though in my unemployed state I pretty much loathe Canada day, and all other summer holidays, since it just means more people are home to push their lawn mowers and laugh when I forget it's a national holiday and check the mail. But I particularly hate the expectation that we (and by 'we' I mean the young and beautiful here, so Ugly People please go away and stop reading my web page) are supposed to spend the day dancing on picnic tables with empty KFC buckets on our heads and a Molson in one hand and a sparkler singeing our fingers in the other. No one does that. I hope.

So, God knows I love you, but if you ask me what I'm doing this Fantastic Summer Holiday Weekend and I am honest enough to say nothing, please don't stare at me as if I've just told you I plan to check out the Qu'ran and reconsider my religious options. Okay? If I'm lucky I'll catch a rerun of CSI I've never seen before and that will make me happy.

About

Archives