Now, when he says we should direct "our gaze toward all children who suffer and are abused in the world," he realizes how ridiculous that sounds coming from the head of the Catholic Church, right? I mean - HE KNOWS THAT, RIGHT?
Before Lauryn Hill made an appearance on Dave Chappelle's Block Party it seemed most people had forgotten all about her. But then she showed up on stage with Wyclef and that other guy (just kidding...Pras right? His name is Pras or something) and absolutely destroyed Killing Me Softly, misremembered lyrics aside. The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill remains one of my favourite albums of all time, and is easily one of if not the best debut album EVAH - even considering that it remains really her only album.
How can you not love a video where a giant hand scratches the island of Manhattan?
And this is just ridiculous. Does anyone performing today even approach her?
Lauryn left and we got...Cassie. Keisha Chante. Fergie.
What you are looking at is a screenshot from Left Behind: Eternal Forces, in which you, a Christian soldier, must convert all the remaining non-believers...or you get to shoot them. No, you did not read that wrong. You either convert the heathens or blow them away. If you look closely you'll see a dead Muslim in the middle of the screenshot, and a party of understandably scared Jews huddled near the top. But don't think it's just a free-for-all Christian killing spree! Every time you unleash God's wrath through your ArmaLite AR-50 you lose "spirit points," presumably because you're a homicidal maniac. Don't fret though - you can get those spirit points back by praying, just like in real life! If you get too close to the rock musician, he will drain your spirit points by his mere presence. Just like in real life!
However, you do get the special power of swearing.
So there's a new Blogger beta and it allows you to add labels to your posts - basically tags that then group all those posts together so someone interested in, say, downloading mp3s can find all the ones I've posted on the site. I might go back through the posts and label them all...or I might accept how unnecessary that probably is.
Since this year should prove to be my worst academic year ever, I thought I'd offer everyone a chance to profit off my test taking abilities - or lack thereof.
If you can correctly guess my Admin score you will win a prize - more than likely a bottle or two of something like this:
So far we have, in order from highest to lowest:
Fraser - 77 Sharon - 75 Ryan - 71 Mike - 70
A few factors to help you make a decision:
My marks in law school have ranged from 64-81.
I don't feel confident about it.
My preparation has been...nominal.
Good luck to everyone who guesses. Any guess below 55 or above 80 will be disqualified as outside the realm of probability.
With my first exam in the first of four courses I know nothing about looming tomorrow, I thought I'd take a break from reading other people's CANs (thank you, generous law-folk) to post some music from the NOT SO DISTANT PAST that is near and dear to my heart.
The year is 1992. I won't post a picture of what I looked like, but let's just say it involved tight rolling my jeans.
ANYWAY - at the time I was playing this guessing game with a friend over what would be the next big hit single and I guessed this acappella version of Shai's "If I Ever Fall In Love Again," a song so ridiculously over the top in its sentiment (if man hooks up with woman again, woman will be a friend of his first), it makes Celine Dion look subtle.
Yet I love the song like an illegitimate child. Wait - like an illegitimate child who becomes an NBA star. Yeah. Like that.
Three years earlier the Fine Young Cannibals released this song. To this day I can't listen to it without remembering a certain grade eight Hallowe'en party where everyone thought I was Charlie Chaplin (I was the guy from A Clockwork Orange). Fine Young Cannibals - She Drives Me Crazy
Flight of the Conchords...studying grinds to a halt
I have to thank my good, Polish giant of a friend, Voska Dour, for introducing me to Flight of the Conchords, New Zealand's fourth best folk comedy duo. While Albi the Racist Dragon seems to be their best known work, I'm more inclined towards Think...Think About It, a Marvin Gaye-esque social commentary on the problems facing the world's children, both real and imaginary, today.
"A man is lying on the street some punk has chopped off his head."
Recently Microsoft launched the Zune, a multimedia player that, depending on your allegiances, is either an iPod killer this Christmas or another failed attempt to dethrone Apple's best-selling device.
I don't really care either way. I have an iBook so I'm partial to the iPod; they have the added benefit of looking much better. What is interesting to me is the different advertising that each device has generated. iPod has the much-copied and satirized dancing silhouettes. Microsoft has what appears to be a penis on legs and a really disturbing eye creature, courtesy of Tokyoplastic.
Visit their site to see video of the two together. But not before you eat.
On Friday Ryan and I tripped the boards once again, this time in order to secure a place in the Guile Final - which we did with considerable aplomb, if I do say so myself. Check his blog for a better description of the event.
The best song played at the Hallowe'en party was far and away Sweet Caroline, which revealed its brilliance to me during the Natalie Portman lovefest that is Beautiful Girls. Hearing it surrounded by non-stop RnB and hiphop, musical styles of which I am not unfond, made me long for a club where they played something other than American Top-40 and Nelly Furtado.
I'll probably have to move to New York for that, so in the meantime here's a playlist of songs I'd like to hear in a club at some point before I'm too old to be in a club (so basically by tomorrow). Quite apart from all being kick ass songs, they're great Jesus-what-is-that-girl-doing-on-the-dancefloor tunes.
I came across this song in April, but a posting about the equally great video reminded me how much I like it. There needs to be a club in Vancouver where ladies will wear leather jackets and lose their minds to this.
2. Franz Ferdinand - Do You Want To Clearly this needs to be in the VAG, onyl the VAG when most of Vancouver isn't there. Oh, and it's been transported to Glasgow.
It's hard not to listen to this and wonder why we need a Nirvana cover band, but lead singer retardedness aside this song fulfills all the requirements of a good dancefloor rock song: good riff, good beat, and a chorus like verse that you can yell.
I tried to like this band but I don't. Much like The Vines and the Hives, I like its biggest song and then lose interest. But if you had this in the fivespot no way someone walks Romantic Rights. Mad dangerous.
I've posted this before but this definitely rounds out the evening. What you need is five girls who all know the song and who've come up with their own hand dance for it. Yeah, I said NEED.
Two nights ago hundreds of sweaty, drunk law students piled into a hall and proceeded to mess things up. And the floor. And the area at the back where they kept the booze. Oh, the booze. Let's just say things still hurt today, and that's after I slept for 12 hours. Lessons learned. Once again Flickr can say it better than my words. (Click for the larger image - you really need to see the bigger version of the first, courtesy of Ryan.)
I don't think I can properly explain how much I love this photo.
I love it when reality totally overshadows any kind of fantasy which you or I or Warren freakin' Ellis could think up.
Remember boy scouts? I do. The fire starting. The are-you-a-pedophile leaders. The way everyone was named after characters from the jungle book. And the patches. Oh, the patches.
Isn't that what every boy dreams about? Getting into nature, catching some wild bootleg DVDs and promptly turning them in to the proper authorities. Man, that just gets the blood boiling.
There was a time in the 80's when the men looked like women and the women looked like Debbie Gibson. Those days are thankfully, or depending on your tastes unfortunately, over, but the music lives on...at least on this blog.
Why are these dudes wearing so much make-up? I'll tell you why - because they have balls the size of bocce balls, that's why. These guys are so hetero they can look like slightly toasted hookers and still pull every chick in the crowd.
Lollapalooza. That might be spelled wrong. Guitarist from Hole, can't be bothered to Google name, launches into this guitar riff. Made me forget about the guy trying to crush my larynx.
Ah, Turkey. Turkey, turkey, turkey. Turkey...two times? That's how I roll yo. And if I have to go to three Thanksgiving dinners, so be it.
This weekend saw the most eating I've done since the Back to Back Chinese Weddings of '02. And the most pumpkin based products since the days of costumes with built in feet. Thanks to my sister for hosting an awesome dinner (yam and pecans and brown sugar = bomb diggety); to the Mahs for letting us crash their family meal (yam and pecans and brown sugar=bomb diggety); and to Catherine for hosting an orphan meal for all us vagabond urchins (this was the first Thanksgiving in memory I haven't spent with my parents who abandoned us for the Middle Kingdom).
Voska Dour brought a delicious medley of beets which was enjoyed both with and without sour cream. My vote - leave the cream for the taters. If you are still in the Thanksgiving mood visit his blog for a song that is all about being thankful.
Here is the weekend in Flickr style. (I love Flickr, but why does the uploader insist on reversing the order?)
It's so turkey time. And stuffing time. And pumpkin pie time. This year the 'rents are in China (cradle of f$#king civilization!), so I'm off to the island to chow with my sister and her fiance, then back to have what is certain to be a memorable Thanksgiving with Charlie and the Voska Dour.
It's also the weekend, and here's a tune that's so old, the Black Eyed Peas didn't suck and they had a real singer working the hook.
* The name of this blog was taken from a case I read in first year Torts, Mulloy v. Hop Sang. In it a doctor had cut off the hand of a "Chinaman" without informing the patient. The judge awarded $50 since the Chinaman, while Chinese, was of average intelligence, and therefore would have understood the doctor's diagnosis.
