I returned to this blog was too late to comment on Kanye West while the VMAs were still fresh. But I will say this: if Joe Wilson shut down the keyboard cat shop the week before, this Muppet mashup is a great substitute for playing off Kanye.
Don’t even get me started on Lil Mama’s foolishness.
I’ve been teaching ESL to children, finishing my thesis, getting certified to teach ESL to adults, preparing an epic move to Scotland– oh, fuck my excuses. There are none. I’m sorry. Here, have some awesome Passion Pix remixes. On the house. The freshly re-entered house.
It’s too late to do an MJ RIP post. And I’m still a bit jetlagged. And overdue on an E-603 shoutout. But I’m going to Scotland next year! Whoopie! And I got work in Pennsylvania! Yay! And I’m a bit busy at the moment being somebody’s….
For the life of me, I can’t believe they ever thought that they were wise, and they’d never compromise. Now they’re guilt-stricken, sobbin’ with their heads on the floor. On that note, remember this song? Right, here’s the best pick me up ska version of that ever.
And if you’ve been searching for that Russian Marching Band cover from the Chris Moyles show on BBC Radio 1, voila: Happy Up Here (Marching band version)
Pilates class is hard. Pilates class is even harder when it’s not in your language. However, I’m psyched to wake up to the all-over ache of accomplishment that I have after a night at the gym.
Have you ever been a club and heard a song that you wanted to download later, but realized that you didn’t know how to spell “duh doo duh doo doo doo”? And even if you knew how to spell it, it wouldn’t yield much? That happens to me quite frequently. For example, I heard “2 Times” by Ann Lee back in September and it’s been at the back of my mind ever since. Then I was in Proost on Saturday and it came on one of those video screens across the room. I actually cut off my conversation to run over and catch the title. Obnoxious. And awkward!
I’m currently waiting to hear back about graduate school, fellowship, and summer job applications. I’m working on my final application (promise) sometime this week. As usual, I’m going to spend the agonizing stretch of time between now and the end of April over-thinking every application I’ve sent and dying inside. They’re out of my hands right now, but I never fully grasp that concept. It’s just so mind-numbingly scary to wait back to hear from anybody at all, especially in this economy.
My nervousness over the election dwarfed my own personal fears until early November. Then I was anxiety free for a few weeks until I remembered that there was something else to worry about: my short and long term future. In a nasty recession.
If someone could hand me a large paper bag, I’d appreciate it.