Addictions I have known

—Cheetos + quartered limes dipped in salt = lunch (winter of 1994-1995)
—Battlestar Galactica (2005-present)
—The elliptical machine at the gym (1998-2001)
—Television Without Pity (2000?-2004)
—Hot chocolate with marshmallows out on the front porch (1985-1987)
—driving by my ex-boyfriend’s new gf’s house late at night (December 1991 – March 1992)
—Twin Peaks (1990-1991)
—Sassy magazine (1988? – 1991)
—via webcam, watching my newborn nephew sleep in his bassinet (March-June 1991)
—drinking at lunch with Michelle and Karyn (2003 – 2004)
—Dazed & Confused (1995-present)
—Depeche Mode (spring 1992)
—Sauerkraut right out the jar = snack (c. 1985)
—90210 + Melrose Place 2-fer in prime time on the dorm TV (1995-ish?)
—stapling things to the wall in the yearbook room (August 1989 – May 1992)
—heirloom tomatoes (May – October 2006)
—Beatles Anthology (1997-1998)
—the United States Postal Service (1984 – 1992)
—My So-Called Life (1994-1995, and present)
—suntanning (summers of 1988, 1989, 1990, 1991, 1992, 1993, 1994, 1995, 1996, 1997)
—1010 WINS (1993-1995)
—Freaks & Geeks (2000? 2001?)

Goddamn, I hate the Who

No, seriously. I've never liked them, I've thought they sucked since I first heard their actual music in like 8th grade and found out what grandstanding pussy bullshit it was (after listening for years to all the baby boomers talking about how fucking awesome the fucking Who are, which, maybe that entire generation of a-holes had better drugs than we do or something but my GOD). Even their fanwanked Wikipedia entry makes me want to throw up. People -- pull your head out of your ass. The Who SUCKS. If I had a time machine, I'd go back to 1964, strangle each and every member of the group past and future, and then I'd take a ball-peen hammer to what's-his-nuts' stupid windmilling arms so he could never use them to do that jackassery again even if he recovered from the strangulation.

This post brought to you by the fact that my gym played that dumbass Teenage Wasteland song or whatever its stupid title is and Pinball Wizard TWICE EACH this morning, plus also that Who Are You piece of shit once. I have an iPod that goes to eleven, but I can't wear the fucker in the shower, man.

Televisual paraquat

I’m returning the Netflixed Season 1 of Weeds today, without finishing the disc. We here at Damn Kids HQ gave it four episodes’ worth of our time, but just couldn’t get into it. We like Mary-Louise Parker, and it’s good to see Nealon getting work, plus also there’s the nice meta-continuity with the black guy from 40-Year-Old Virgin (whose Weeds backstory is that he was fired from a Circuit-City type store, heh!). But that’s pretty much it. We don’t care where the storyline is going, we found too many plot points just too improbable, there are too many overthought and self-consciously “wacky” characters, and the words and actions of the women make it clear that the show is written by douchebaggy men who don’t actually like women at all. Meh, whatever. Maybe it’s just that it’s Showtime.

Next stop: bulky sweaters with shoulder pads

I saw a girl the other day in a denim dress that was one acid-washed ruffle away from what I wore to the first day of 7th grade.

good muzik

I was just in Old Navy, and dude, they were playing some good music -- Jesus & Mary Chain does indeed make my shopping experience more fun. Bravo, Old Navy music programmers!

NPR: nope.

Seriously, NPR is just something I cannot do. I'm sure it's a valuable news source and all, and it's way the fuck better than something like right-wing nutjob talk radio, but jeez. All I can think of is that old SNL skit about the two women whose whole NPR show is about, like, making squash recipes and knitting and stuff. Those soft, well-modulated voices, the mildness of it all -- it's just infuriating. And plus also, people who listen to it are often the same douchebags that talk about how they "really don't watch much TV" (implying -- and not very artfully -- that you are a Slack-Jawed Consumerist Lowbrow, whereas they themselves are simply of higher-minded stock). Dudes with professor beards, people who carry PBS fund-drive tote bags, frequent playgoers -- gah.

It's Tenacious D Time

Got tix, lots of em. Will kick off the Thanksgiving holiday in style.