762 posts from 2007

Don't forget your daily visit to Fezzik, Greenland, and now you can visit Bootsie's city: Zizzle, Sri Lanka which is, of course, named after one of our cats:

We gave this little fella to the folks who run our favorite coffee shop, especially because they were open on Christmas Day, with a $2 drink special and free cinnamon pastry for any lonely souls who prefer coffee shops to family

The ship (seen here) has finally landed at its destination.
And brought these savage invaders to our shores:

As I mentioned yesterday, Bootsie and I spent a good chunk of the weekend watching VH1's Best Songs of the 90s, and I was struck by the number of bands that were pretty okay with having a big hit, but not doing anything commercially significant since then. That, and there was just a lot of really good deadpan humor from music critics mixed in with the song list. 

There were two people who really struck me, though: Liz Phair and Meredith Brooks.  In spite of really liking "Double Dutch" and "Fuck and Run" (right, above), Liz Phair has never been on the top of my list of favorite alumnae.  She hadn't been gone long when I arrived at Oberlin, and Exile in Guyville was already a sort of critical darling.  As such, through the local gossip machine, it was easy to overhear things about where she lived, what professors she had, etc., and to me it really fit in with the basic trust-fund hippie / LUG set, which I came to despise.  Still, I have to admit that it was sort of a surprise to see her mellowed out and much blonder than I remembered her.  She was, at the very least, very cynical and bitter, and I respected her somewhat for that.  The interview to the right is from A&E, but sort of shows the more subdued, and (I have to admit) somewhat more endearing Liz Phair.  In the VH1 special, she wasn't under any pressure to say anything deep or meaningful, so she didn't really come across as anything other than someone who had lost her "edge".  I will have to stand corrected.

Anyway, let me move on.  Meredith Brooks (clips withheld) went on from "Bitch" to having one of her songs picked as Dr. Phil's theme song.  At this point, I basically threw up.

There's not really anything more to add here, except that I'm not getting any advertising money from VH1, but the countdown is probably worth leaving on if you're left to decide between that and reality television.

These are some little Christmas ornaments that Boots and I are making for folks.  The one with the awesome handlebar mustache is hers, but so far I've churned out six to her two, so I feel okay stealing some of that glory.

Remember, folks, click this link to visit Fezzik, Greenland.

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