It's Fridaaaay, Bitches

happy Friday all you pyt’s.
if you are down in the dumpster,
listen to the song and let it make
you feel cool. cool like debbie
harry cool. cool like Sofia.
cool like wes’s brain and the
rodarte girls. if you are high
on life, remember a bird could
poop on your head. like it did
us. monday afternoon.

keep it real, keep it calm.
keep it strong and keep it cool.

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wOOt wOOt for Truthiness.

O-six-o-sev was a doozy! Webster's added truthiness and wOOt as the words of the year. The veep shot a guy by acci. People are still peeved at FEMA. The news was completely and disgustingly consumed with Britney. Pam Anderson got married (again) and divorced (again). The fiery French prez divorced his enigmatic lady, and quickly took up with a new gf. We've got two Dems running neck-and-neck with more than plenty mudslingin' to go around. James Brown got down for the very last time. Pop meets indie meets hipster meets hip-hop got a lot more mainstream. Virginia Tech happened. Apple resurrected the video star. So did Youtube. The Patriots went undefeated. The Pakistani prime minister was assassinated. Imus demonstrated the definition of creeping meatballism. So did Isiah Washington. The Disney kids showed they just aren't that innocent (nudity...plastic surgery...pregnancy!) and uh, we think High School Musical is a bit more phoney now. The 7th and final HP book came out and and so did Dumbledore. Colbert runs for president....of South Carolina. Reality shows just keep getting grittier and trashier. And add Ty Pennington to the list of celebrity DUI's. Which have somehow become no big deal and possibly even a trend. Tina and others hopped on the Writer's Take On Things. Scorsese won for The Departed, well deserved well deserved clap clap. And we think the question of the year may be: Does Rehab Really Exist? But enough already. Let's talk. Whaddya think you'd choose for:

*The Song of 2006-2007?
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*The Best Artist?
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*Best Movie?
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*Best Album?
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Trepidacious?! Trepidalicious!!!

The first interview since Owen got sad. A little off. A little awkward. But here and there and everywhere, flashes of familiar goodness.

Oh, how hard we fell when we fell for these two. Enjoy.


*j

A Tuesday Truth

Yum.

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Europe's a little easier.

photo love, thanks to walter the astrologer.

We were told lately that we just kinda...float along. Never been one for schedules, rules, bosses, organization, and all of that kinda stuff. We kinda like going along with things. We don't mind switching plans last minute. We could eat spontaneity for breakfast. Is that really so bad? We kinda feel okay about it. But it did make us think of the silly little ditty from the very forgettable 'You, Me, and Dupree':

"I see all you fresh-faced kidlets, sitting there in your neat little rows, and you're all just pods. Pods, waiting for your instructions. Now, some of you are gonna get zapped right away and be 15-year-old prodigies, little midget Olympic gymnasts with their pictures on cereal boxes. Some of you will go on to college, and you'll find your rhythm there, then go chase down the titans of industry, or maybe straighten out our problems at the UN. But some of you, and this is the group that no one ever comes into Career Day and addresses, and it's criminal. Some of you are just gonna float along, eating spicy foods, humming black people's music into your 30s. Well into your 30s, languishing. This group of pods is gonna do a lot of languishing. And you're gonna take some heat for it. Sadly, you will. Europe's a little easier. They seem to understand a little better. So does South America. I went to Argentina one time, and everyone seemed to be sitting around. It was beautiful. But, that's okay. You stay loose. Stay liquid. Laugh a lot. But be ready."

So, we thought...maybe it's time to conjure an up-to-date manifesto. Something that says 'Yes, We May Be a Cute Yellow Ducky Floatin' Along The Big Bathtub But We Are Also a Traveling Soldier With Our Mind On What Matters and What Matters On Our Mind' sort of thing. And we'd like to hear yours as well. Think it out, drink it out, shake it out. Come on, we dare you.

Ours...are coming soon. Need a jumpstart? Download "Let it Out" by the Hombres and get down with yo bad self, Flava Flav.

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