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Blue is bad. You do not need to try Pepsi Blue. Please, do not try Pepsi Blue. It tastes like Lemon-Lime Gatorade halved with Crystal Pepsi. Did they not test this product with consumers? Did they not get the hint when every last testee spit out the drink onto their shirts, their pants, their testers? At least Coke's fake Vanilla Coke hits mediocrity.
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Huh. It is strange, laughing at something I wrote a good year ago. I do not do that often, but I am doing it now, and over this: "I am shocked, but it is the good kind of shocked, like when you are hit by lightning while golfing but the nurse who treats you in the hospital is pretty." That is not even very funny, but I am laughing nonetheless. I do not know why.
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A chronology of my favorite musical artists from 1994 to the present (with approximate dates):
That's right. Ending Björk's record-breaking 41-month stay at the top of my favorite musician list are those young upstarts, the Danielson Famile. I have been considering this move for a few months now, but even with some clear-eyed removal from my addiction with Fetch the Compass Kids, it is still obvious that, on an average day, I'd rather stick a random Danielson CD in my stereo than a random Björk CD.
I do still love you, Björk. But not in an I'd-want-you-to-bear-my-children sort of way. No. Please no. That would be freaky.
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We must celebrate, no?
So. On the just released re-release of the Danielsons' 24-song A Prayer for Every Hour -- certainly the worst starting point for a Famile neophyte, so don't buy it -- there is a second CD with a music video, two live performances, and an instructional video. The instructional video instructs how to properly listen to the CD, which is to listen to track one at the top of one hour, track two at the top of the next hour, track three at the top of the third, etc., until one day later, one listens to track twenty-four at the top of the twenty-fourth hour. Thus, a prayer for every hour. Then, after one sends in the correct documentation, one gets a certificate from the Danielsons that says he or she completed the program.
That is the awesomest awesome that ever awesomed1. I am going to do it. Starting Friday, August 16th at 9:00 in the morning, I will listen to the first track while at work. I will continue listening to tracks every hour on the hour until 8:00 a.m. on Saturday, August 17th. I mandate that all Richmonders who read my journal and who are not living at home with their parents and who will not be in Chicago that weekend come to my house at 4:00P on the 16th for an all-night Danielson sleepover. (My restrictions leave no one, alas. Oh well.)
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Don't think. Just click. And send. No questions.
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Latest addiction: Guy Maddin's six-minute film, "The Heart of the World." I've seen this condensed Soviet melodrama probably half-a-dozen times now, and it seems both funnier and more affecting every time I see it. I can't recall a non-animated short film I've enjoyed more. Kino!
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1 One point for naming the Simpsons' line that sentence is based on.
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
