I had a two-year reunion with cable tv when I moved into my new place. I caught up with all kinds of shows I used to watch, the major one being headbangers ball. after spending some quality time with the show I’ve come to the conclusion that metal videos (then and now) can be easily placed in two categories:

1. ones that either have a wolf OR a creepy dude in a cloak
2. ones that have a wolf MORPH INTO a creepy dude in a cloak

cool.

I am a self-proclaimed biggest fringe fan of rainer maria. by this I mean I consistently go nuts over 1 song off each of their releases (whether it’s a full length or an EP) but I’m never interested in an entire album and I’ve never actively sought out a live performance.

so when their new album “catastrophe keeps us together” came out I knew I would be in for a one-song obsession and sure enough there is. I absolutely love this song right now.

check it out.

in case you weren’t aware (like I wasn’t), there’s a sequel to clerks coming out this summer.

oh, fuck yes.

yeah I’m all done. I was done hours ago actually, it just took me a little while to semi-settle in (there’s a jungle of cardboard boxes out in the living room) and figure out the internet situation (figured out, obviously).

it probably took about 3.5 hours total moving time. but we goofed around a little so from start to finish it was maybe like 4.5 or so.

I need to get curtains or blinds though. and I also need to buy a new tv. goddammit.

actually this post has nothing to do with bjork. it just sounded funny. BUT I did spend a fucking buttload at bb&b yesterday so I figure I’d write something about it.

high threadcount sheets. goddamn, am I a grown up now or what? I remember shopping for sheets back in college involved nothing more than what was within reach that wasn’t pink. I’m sure I knew nothing about twin/full/queen/whatever. the high tc sheets were followed by a year-round down comforter, duvet cover, medium-firm pillows…

and today I got a torchiere lamp. it’s this sweet gun metal color. my new apartment’s gonna rule.

so yeah, moving tonight. booya.

so the dismantling of 118 madison has officially begun with lesley’s moving out this past saturday. we knew lesley owned a lot of the furniture around the place but god damn the place is fucking barren now.

my moving will commence this wednesday and end sometime at the end of the month. just taking shit down piece by piece, you know. no need to hire movers, I don’t have a whole lot of stuff and I have a whole lot of time.

so yeah, tribeca here I come.

I was grabbing a quick bite at woorijip today when over the PA I heard something that can only be described as korean belle & sebastian. the dude sounded perfectly wussy-like just like what’s-his-face.

jesus.

I celebrate the day after cinco de mayo. I call it cinco de sixo.

don’t even try to correct my spanish.

so yesterday marked the second time I had to smoke in a film. but this time around I had a little more coaching from friends who smoke and I think I might have pulled it off.

I haven’t seen what it looks like, but no one pointed out to me that it looked “non-smokerish” so that’s good. I also didn’t tell anyone on the set I was a non-smoker, so maybe they weren’t looking for faults?

at least this time around the cigs were ultra lights. the first time I had to work with a pack of fucking marby reds. fuck.