Gimme this, this, and this...

...I am so into making lists right now. It's a) fun, b) educational and informational, and c) easy. It's like multiple choice for your life but no answer is ever wrong. It's always d) all of the above.

So today's list...drum roll please...

Illnesses I Know I Don't Have
1. Ruptured Spleen
2. Meningitis
3. Syringomyelia
4. Menopause
5. Infidelity (Totally a disease...that I don't have...right now)
6. Flavia


But what do I have? Well your guess is as good as mine, and it's driving me nuts.

I'll Facebook You...

I'm really pissed off at Facebook right now for a couple of reasons...maybe not at Facebook, but how Facebook has changed us/society...
1) You no longer have to drive by someone's house to stalk them; now, you just have to drive the world wide web.
2) And yet, I actually get pissed when people don't have a facebook page because I can't find out who we both know.
3) Carrie Campbell is...
4) I no longer know who anyone is because they have gotten married and changed their last names.
5) I actually recognize people in real life who I have never actually met because I've seen them on Facebook.
6) People no longer feel the need to ask anyone what the other person is feeling; they just change their status.
7) I don't know everyone who ever lived in Chicago. Or everyone over the history of time who went to Notre Dame. You can probably stop telling me to be friends with them.
8) It is not ok to ask someone out or ask someone to dinner via facebook; that has not nor will it ever be, ok.
9) I hate that it actually recommends that I be friends with the ex-boyfriend of mine that I haven't spoken to in more than 4 years.

Speaking of Busters...

I kinda always thought that Buster Keaton was that guy on Family Ties.



He's not...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buster_Keaton

Just a regular ole Buster

I've been thinking about a lot about J recently. At first I thought it was just because he was cute and utterly adorable and any girl would be lucky enough to date him, but then I got to thinking about it some more, and I realized that wasn't it at all. There is something about him that is innately strange and utterly unsatisfying which makes him an interesting character. Probably more interesting than non-interesting at least. And that means that I'm intrigued by him. Which is good and bad. He encourages me to write by writing things that are hardly even meant for my eyes to read. And when I do read them, I feel like I'm trespassing, not because he's written them about me or for me or even specifically NOT for me because his writing is truly inside of something that's incredibly relevant. And I talk a lot about relevancy in my line of work. Yet, I still can't seem to pinpoint what's so relevant about him particularly because he hearkens back to a time when people actually used the term hearken. And probably the most amazing thing is that people actually religiously follow him.

He once told me, which was weird, that he hoped my friend was ok. I had no way of knowing at the time that one of my friends had actually been in a car accident. Now, maybe he knew someone who knew me. Maybe I looked terrible enough to warrant that kind of response. But maybe, just maybe he requires that level of religious reverence people seemed to hold him on. It's potentially intentional.

I'm not sure I'll do him justice.

SIOF

Again, the only thing going through my head is "Sex is on Fire". Love it. Please, please, please, please CW don't ruin this for me by using the soundtrack to some silly high school drama...



...[editorial note: they did. they took the soundtrack and set Gossip Girl to it the other day...damn.]

Indian Giver

I'm on a conference call right now, and the only thing going through my head is "Sex is on Fire". It's my newest music obsession - Kings of Leon. My acting partner is also in love with them, and she's going to see them Halloween night...well, at least she THINKS she's going to see them Halloween night. Turns out her boyfriend of three years that she was living with bought her the tickets, then they broke up, but they are still living together, so she's pretty sure that she still has a right to those tickets. I wonder what a court of law would say.

The biggest issue that I have with all of this is that I feel slightly jipped. I don't even care that this album is getting shot down by critics. I love these TN boys no matter what. My biggest issue is that is that they were supposed to give me more tracks, and they didn't. I guess it wasn't just me, but I sure feel like it.

Shoot, I just blurted out, "Jesus don't love me" on a conference call. I'm doomed.

Use Somebody, Be Somebody. I love it.

Rockstars are so freaking sweet...

Stolen 100% from Seth's Blog.

Dilemma: This is a quote from Bob Lefsetz (his blog is profane, direct and will make some people uncomfortable). Bob is, in fact, a rock star. But it's his blog, not yours, and you should only read it if you want to be provoked. And you shouldn't read it if it bothers you to read things online that you disagree with. Some people will be upset by Bob's blog, which means that they'll be upset by my quoting any part of it. At some point, though, the web comes down to bumping into things we might disagree with. That's my favorite part. It's where the learning happens.

A rock star is not someone who takes the temperature, who gauges the marketplace before he creates his "art". A rock star is someone who needs to create and is willing to tolerate the haters along with the fans. He’s someone who incites controversy just by existing. That’s what we lost in the dash for cash. Unique voices. I’m not saying we haven’t ended up with some pleasant music, but it just hasn’t hit you in the gut, it’s the aural equivalent of Splenda, it might do the trick, but it’s not the real thing. The real thing grabs your attention, drives down deep into your heart and lodges itself there. A rock star doesn’t follow conventions, doesn’t go disco or add drum machines just because everybody else does. A rock star exists in his own unique space, and if you met him you probably wouldn’t like him. Because he tends to be self-focused to the point of being narcissistic. Because he cares. He needs to get his message out.