Sunday, September 21, 2008

You're OLD OATS, Spencer.

Potpourri Sunday!

Here's another singin' Swede for you all -- Theresa Andersson, lately of New Orleans, whose new CD Hummingbird, Go! you should all buy right this minute (my favorite song is called "Hi-Low," fwiw). I happen to know Theresa personally, because she is married to my friend Weird Arthur from kollege, and we went to see her one-woman show at Amnesia last weekend in SF. Lemme tellya -- the girl's got pipes! She goes all Johnny Greenwood with this massive pedalboard and all this live looping (her violin, drums, her own backing vocals, a dulcimer), and it's just amazing -- so much fun to watch & hear.

Listen up, fools: You can't just throw the word "fetish" around. It doesn't mean "something you're, like, into." It means:

1 a: an object (as a small stone carving of an animal) believed to have magical power to protect or aid its owner ; broadly : a material object regarded with superstitious or extravagant trust or reverence b: an object of irrational reverence or obsessive devotion : prepossession c: an object or bodily part whose real or fantasied presence is psychologically necessary for sexual gratification and that is an object of fixation to the extent that it may interfere with complete sexual expression.

So, in other words, something you worship in a religious way, something you're really, REALLY into, or something you need in order to get off. Choose carefully, people -- using words that have religious or sexual baggage when you don't mean it that way makes the baby Shatner cry.

As a known Lost obsessive, I get asked fairly often whether I'm watching Fringe or not. Answer: no. Reason: Twofold. One, I've already seen enough stupid damn X-Files, and the first ep of Fringe was all-cliche all the time; two, in the second goddamn episode, we're already introducing surgical torture. Now, Shatner knows how many vile sociopaths are going to get to this fine blog via searching for that exact term (if they can spell it), but SERIOUSLY. This has to stop, people. What the fuck is wrong with us, as a nation, as a species, that this is now a thing, a thing which we accept as entertainment? I can't do much about it in the global sense, but I can enforce my rule of instant total disqualification of any alleged entertainment featuring the aforementioned act, and so I shall. Suck me sideways, Abrams.

So I poured some coffee beans into the grinder yesterday, and neglected to shut the lid before moving on to something else. Mr. Gleemonex grimaced and shut it for me, informing me of my crime against humanity as I came back into the kitchen -- he hates coffee, hates the smell of it, always calls it "yucky" when I'm drinking it. I ask you. So I reached in, grabbed a bean, and ate it -- just crunched it up, right there in front of him -- while he twitched with disgust and I laaaaughed and laughed. You'd'a thought I just ate a giant cock-a-roach, the way he was carrying on. It was hilare. I might do it again in a minute, just to make him howl.

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Blogger Panda!!!! said...

Re: Fringe. I haven't finished the first episode yet, but Pacey already bothers me. What bothers me most, however, is how they have words floating across the landscape when they switch locations. Like how the helicopters had to fly under a gigantic "B" in the sky. You know, those gigantic letters which hover over "BAGHDAD, IRAQ" to demarcate the city's location.

5:21 PM  
Blogger bgirl said...

"Yucky" ??

Is he a friendly neighbor who changes into his sneakers and cardigan during downtime?

9:32 PM  
Blogger Gleemonex said...

Yeah, Panda -- two minutes in, I was like, um ... this is really kind of taking me out of the story here ...

bgirl: I know, right? ;-)

8:51 AM  
Blogger Tony said...


Tell Ros the best thing in the world are dark chocolate covered espresso beans. Delish.

Love the use of "hilare" by the way. Great verbage.

Scanning your blog where's all the outrage over Palin, girlfriend? If you want some fuel for the fire, check out andrew sullivan's blog. He'll really get you going.

Btw, I'm going to be near your hood in San Fran covering the Folsom festivities. Not there for long so I can't get out to Pacifica (that where you live?). Still haven't seen the child!


3:20 PM  
Blogger Gleemonex said...

Tunoi, it was your mom who showed me the brilliance of the coffee-grounds dessert -- a scoop of good vanilla ice cream, a tablespoon of fine-ground espresso, and a splash of Scotch. Marvelous!

12:55 PM  

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