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http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/archives/2005_10.html TA guy: There are different types of pains, some of which go all the way to the brain and others that only go to the spinal cord. Ashley Olsen: So do, like, emotional pains go to the brain? --NYU Psychology building, Washington Place Overheard by: bvo Woman #1: Oh, look over there... that is just tragic. Woman #2: What? Woman #1: Ugly twins. --15th & 5th Conductor: There will be another train following this one for your convenience. In the meantime please relax, have a seat...enjoy the open bar. --W Train |
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| 04:18pm 29/09/2005 | |||
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Real Conversations, overheard in NYC, and shared on the web. Chick: Wait, Survivor is still on? They gotta be running out of places to do it. Dude: They should do a Survivor: New Orleans. Chick: Oh my God, that's the worst thing I've ever heard. Dude: Shut up, you know you'd watch it. --Party, 49th & 10th Girl: Mom, how long do you think the turtle will live? Mother: What do I look like, a fucking turtle connoisseur? --Canal & West Broadway Girl: So a midget construction worker hit on me yesterday. Guy: A midget construction worker? What was he building? Dollhouses? --33rd & 7th Black guy #1: Ooh, ladies? Konichiwa! Black guy #2: Arigato! Asian girl: We're Korean, motherfuckers! Black guy #1: Sayonara! --7th & A Dad: Boy, you better be sharin' them Skittles with yo mama, otherwise you ain't never gonna taste the rainbow again. --6 train Bag man: Nice toes. Guy: Um...thanks? Bag man: Well, you know, so many people be wearin' these things and they got some nasty boar feet, but you got some nice toes there. Good for you. --Barney's Warehouse Sale, W. 17th Street Guy: You're making fun of my hair? Look in the mirror, dude. You've got Lucifer's pubes growing out of your head. --52nd & 6th http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/archives/2005_09.html Get ready to bust a gut, people. |
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| 11:10am 29/09/2005 | ||||
So this morning I woke up with a sore leg and, alas, no pictures of my wine guzzling encounter with Robert Plant. I was very disappointed, as I had been looking forward to telling friends that I'm worthy of a Rock God's personal time. But the day is lookin up, I brought some extra cheesy lasagne for lunch. For once, my mother's lasagne isn't a ghastly, multi layered disaster of overcooked marinara and dried out ricotta. Today its edible, and identifiable at the glance. |
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| 08:05am 29/09/2005 | ||||
Last night on PBS I watched a two-hour documentary called "Get Up Stand Up" about protest music. It started all the way back in 1910 with the songs by Joe Hill, moved on into Billie Holliday, Odetta, Robert Johnson, Leadbelly. Then of course, folk singers like Pete Seeger and Woody Gunthrie... then into the '60s...Bob Dylan and Joan Baez, rock bands like theMC5, The Eggs and the popular protest songs. And of course, Jimi Hendrix playing the Star Spangled Banner at Woodstock. John and Yoko... into the '70s with the Sex Pistols and all punk in general, really. And of course, the amazing Bob Marley who continues to inspire. The 80s...this is where my beloved BONO comes into the picture. Live Aid, Band Aid, The Free Nelson Mandella concerts, rock against Apartheid... oh ya'll, it was amazing. I was moved to tears several times. By the end of it I had tears freely flowing. It made me realize how very much history is repeating itself. Fed-up Americans are marching on Washington, protests being held for anything and everything, artists writing all new protest music. (Led by, of course, American Idiot, and rappers and country stars...) Live8 was HUGE, and Bono never ceases to amaze me. Our current movement may not be as powerful as it was in the '60s, but it seems close. In the '60s it was about Vietnam, nowadays its about Iraq. Racism is an issue again, in the wake of Katrina. People have lost trust and hope in the government and its leaders, and we have something the '60s didn't: a color coded terror alert. But tonight PBS is showing a documentary on just the '60s - DEFINITELY going to be watching it. You should too. But there is a good chance that over Thanksgiving holiday me and Bestfriend will be in Washington DC, and I CANNOT WAIT. I am very very excited. I REALLY hope we get to go. |
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thoughtful| 07:41am 27/09/2005 | ||||
Lots of concert footage, and personal footage of a young Bob Dylan just...hangin out. My absolute fave moment: "I can't get in tune if you're boo-ing!" Bob Dylan got a lot of flack for his musical growth. fans in the audience booed him anytime he experimented with anything. Well who's laughin now, twatheads? |
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| 02:55pm 26/09/2005 | |||
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Mo Rocca has a MySpace. http://www.myspace.com/mauricerocca I wonder if it's real, as in really THE Mo Rocca...he has lots of friends, he blogs and comments his readers. I hope its for real. Cause I mean, he's just a TV personality, he isn't some jet set celebrity on the go 24/7. It could very well be him. You think? And if it IS real, I think I will get a MySpace just so I can be MySpace pals with Mo Rocca! |
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| 08:21am 26/09/2005 | ||||
Here, we basically got rain band after rain band after rain band, tornado watches and warnings, flooded streets, and lines at gas pumps. More evacuees are in town. What's funny is that the remnants of Rita are STILL sitting on us. And they're just as nasty as they were over the weekend. Blah! But thankfully, the death rate nowhere NEAR matches that of Katrina. I think that Bob Dylan documentary comes on tonight. I will have to watch it. I'll miss Medium for you, Bob. I MISSED THE JOHN BUTLER TRIO CONCERT LAST NIGHT. I had my chance to see John Butler here in my own town, for FREE, and I fucking missed it. This is what happens when your concert buddies don't care as much about music as you do. I swear, they don't care much about my concert needs. But GOD FORBID if we miss the concerts they want to see at Bayfest. Sarah is in town. In the coming days, this blog will be jam packed with my rants and ramblings over how much I dislike the insolent twit, and how badly I wish she would go back to Houston and fucking stay there, and stay out of my friends' lives and causing more trouble and drama than she is worth. In the past Sarah has stolen MY man, Best Friend's man, Brooke's man, and she does it while inebriated and "doesn't remember" grabbing him and making out with our guys in front of us. I eagerly await the day she leaves again. |
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pissed off| 08:33am 23/09/2005 | |||
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I have a confession to make. I've been reading more fan fiction on Quizilla. It's addictive. Yesterday, after not finding any good ones about Billie Joe or Mike Dirnt, and a decent one on Gerard Way, I did the unthinkable: I read some Good Charlotte fan fiction. Before you roll your eyes and delete me, hear me out: It's a long day at work and I get bored. I needed some entertainment. And when I came across a Billy Martin story, it seemed harmless enough. And Billy Martin always seems nice enough when I see him on TV. He's not attractive at all, though he probably would be without all that black makeup, black clothes, greasy black hair black black black. Which brings me to my next point, I suppose. I remember being 17, 3 yrs ago, and seeing Benji and Joel Madden for the first time hosting MTV's "All Things Rock." By their looks, in all of their gothic punk glory, I naturally assumed that these guys didn't play around. These guys were the return of hard core punk rock in its scariest, most dominant way. I couldn't wait to hear their music, to have the pahooties scared outta me. Oh, but then I heard "Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous." Needless to say, they didn't quite live up to my expectations. I was actually a bit disappointed really. But in their defense, that song "Hold On" had a very good message. Cause God knows that I spent two years of my life feeling surrounded by impending doom and was ready to end it all. I could've used that song 7 years ago, guys, you're late. And the video for "I Just Wanna Live" was hilarious. I also recall being quite drunk at a frat party when I was 18, and singing "Boys and Girls" at the top of my lungs for all to enjoy. That was fun. But I'm still not a fan. Sorry Billy. gO0d cH@Rl0tT3 doesn't quite r0k mY S0xx. |
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| 02:06pm 22/09/2005 | |||
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I want the new Rolling Stones CD so bad it hurts! ...Doesn't that sound funny? The "new" Rolling Stones CD. People have been uttering this for 40 years. "I want the new Stones vinyl/cassette/8track/CD so bad" |
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| 07:37am 22/09/2005 | ||||
Sure, Hurricane Rita isn't following Katrina's path, but its eerily close to it. And if you thought gas prices were high already, well guess what! That's right...they're about to skyrocket. At least FEMA is already prepared this time. They've already got hundreds of busses getting the poor out of the cities, Houston mainly. Corpus Christi, Galveston. If anything, I so hope people are smart and get out, instead of staying there to die. Well, here at the homestead things aren't quite so peachy. Daniel revealed to Brooke that he doesn't have just one ex-fiance, but TWO ex-fiances. Needless to say, this was a shocker for her, me, and Best Friend. Brooke broke it off with him last night. Thank God. She was inconsolable for awhile, but me and BestFriend three way called her, and talked for about an hour and squawked like chickens at each other for awhile in our exasperation... I'm trying to convince Brooke she's better off single. But nooooooooo she has to "have someone kissing her and holding her all the time" blah blah blah No matter how much I preach to her, she's always gonna go back to the men that treat her like shit and put her through hell day after day after day. MOTHERFUCKINGASSDAMMITSHIT! that's my opinion on the current situation. |
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Danielle, Ms. Blue Pineapples, I must say: You have an impeccable taste in music. I was listening to the radio earlier, and a very nice song was playing, and I was thinking: What a nice song. Is that a girl singing? And why do these lyrics sound so familiar? What is this? Then, the DJ told me it was James Blunt. Ah! I've heard of him, I thought. I looked up his website and read it through, and his sense of humor, its so dry and it just left me in stitches. And boy is he pretty! ...another man you and me will fight to the death over. |
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| 02:08pm 19/09/2005 | |||
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i've adopted a livejournal, at the request of my dahling chelsea. username: tangerine20 add me, if you've got a lj. i won't be abandoning my blurty though. in fact most entries might end up being identical. heh. |
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| 06:22pm 16/09/2005 | ||||
THANKFULLY, its not the same stage as Bo Bice, but its the same day, and a couple hours apart. I swear if Dave calls and gets all smug like "So, you comin to see me?" he's in for disappointment. I'm staking my ground up front at Bo's stage, AND NOT MOVING. If Dave could get me some type of PASS, that I could hang out backstage at his show, then I'll consider. Oh but wait , that would be SO "ONE SIDED" of me, to ask him for anything, after all I've done for him....fucker. |
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| 09:19am 15/09/2005 | |||
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Not too long ago I posted a random find, a "Tribute to the Nice Girls". Well, in my nomadic wanderings of the Blurty world, I've found the rebuttle: A Tribute to the Nice Guys. So, to be fair... ( Nice Guys Finish Last... ) |
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| 08:07am 14/09/2005 | |||
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I have reason to believe that Green Day might, and very well COULD HAVE subliminal messages in their music. Because I am a slave to American Idiot. Ever since I bought it Friday night, I. CANNOT. STOP. LISTENING. TO. IT. I can't, because I've tried. "What kind of messages, you ass" you ask. Well, something along the lines of "You LOVE Green Day. You can't get ENOUGH of Green Day. AND, you think they're hot. When this is done playing, you will play it again. You want the rest of their records, too." I've experienced everything listed here. Not only is my affection for Green Day intensifying each day, but I couldn't resist my amazon.com addictions; I got online and ordered their International Superhits. (Along with White Stripes and a lot of U2, but thats irrelevant.) I guess I start here, and work backwards. I tell my friends not to worry though; I'm not going to start shopping exclusively at Hot Topic and trying to be Tre Cool's dream woman. I'm sure he's got 'em lined up outside the tour bus anyway. Cute story: I read Teen Beat as a tween. I liked reading about JTT and Devon Sawa. But I also remember seeing features on celebs like Silverchair, Andrew Keegan. I forgot about the features on Green Day - its been awhile. But Best Friend told me the story to refresh my memory: Best Friend: You don't remember the time we were looking at TeenBeat, reading about Green Day?! FlowerChild: Not really. Best Friend: FlowerChild: That was 10 years ago. Funny how feelings change. When Green Day became popular I was too young to listen to them. But I do recall the "Nimrod" era, when all the boys at school were writing 'Green Day' all over their bookbags and notebooks. All the girls preferred Hanson, though. Good thing I've gotten over that. Hanson went down the shitter. |
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| 03:57pm 13/09/2005 | |||
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I'm realizing my life dramatically different than what it was a year ago, eight months ago. It's 4pm. Right about now, I would be sitting in a secluded corner of the campus Library, reading the latest and greatest issues of Rolling Stone. At 4:25, I would pick up my backpack and leave my quiet corner, and head up the hill to the cafeteria. I ate alone, every evening. Because things just weren't like they were freshman year, simply put. I'd enjoy my teriyaki steak alone, thank you very much. Taco night was even better. I'd refill my drink and grab a wrapped dessert for the road; I'd walk home barefoot, unless it was raining. I'd sing under my breath. Zeppelin ballads, mostly. Though I do recall "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" being performed on occasion. I'd get back to my dorm, kick off my shoes, make some calls, then take a shower. I would have the entire evening to myself, to do whatever the hell I wanted. But nowadays, at 4pm, like right now...I'm sitting at a desk in chilly office, not doing much...and gettin paid for it, bitches! At 4:30 I leave. I come home to a foster baby who considers me God, and a mother who is either in a good mood, or so emotional that we can't be in the same room. So I guess each "life" has its pros and cons. Sometimes I miss my dorm, my high speed internet, my cable, the hippie den I turned that bland room into. My bedroom at home has the same look yes, but damn its packed. Standing room only, and not much. No high speed web. No cable. BUT, the CD's are stacked high and my bed has new retro sheets, because now I have money. Is the grass greener in my old life? Or is greener where I am? I can honestly say I don't know. |
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| 07:56am 12/09/2005 | ||||
ok, if you see this, you need to visit my friends page and read visorhater's "drugs are bad" entry. f*ckin hilarious. if only we all had role models like ashlee simpson to keep us away from drugs. ::falls off chair:: Speaking of Ashlee Simpson, I ended up watching the re-run of her SNL flub. So amusing. Jude Law is an ass, true - but that whole episode of SNL is side splitting funny. What's even funnier, is that during Ashlee's first performance of the night, its already quite obvious she is lip syncing. Sometimes, it sounded like there were two of her, then the other would die out, then come struggling back. And her dance moves are something from a nightmare, let alone her fashion sense. When she got on the stage and blamed her band for the whole thing, thats when the band should've packed up their shit and hit the road back to L.A. But, poor guys, they've got rent to pay. They probably have no choice but to put up with that howlin' monkey and her creepy dad. |
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| 11:04am 10/09/2005 | |||
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Yup. I finally bought "American Idiot" last night. So what if I've waited a year? At least I got it. "We Are The Waiting" is beautiful. Beautiful. I really like this new arena rock sound Green Day has grown into. Sure, it still has the 3-chord punk songs, like "She's A Rebel". This song could've used a bridge, or at least a change in the key. What's kinda odd is the album itself has no grand ending. I would've thought that it would've reprised earlier tracks, like the title track or Holiday. But I suppose they just wanted to do it differently (even though rock opera is supposed to have a structure). The story line is remarkably similar to that of Tommy and Quadrophenia. But all in all, this is a good record. It's so catchy. Tre Cool has come up with unmistakable drum beats that everyone will know is HIM; and Billie Joe, that pretty thing, I love his voice. It's got a signature tone to it, without being too nasal. I've never bought a Green Day CD before, I'll probably buy their next one in two years from now. In fact, yesterday at work I got a little bored,and looked at Quizilla.com. There is this new trend with the teenyboppers to use the quiz making systems to write fan fiction. The one story I read, which was about Tre Cool, was rediculous. Something about the girl being kidnapped by Green Day because they think she is just so cool,and they're just tired of poseurs! So they kidnap her and take her on tour with them, and Tre Cool falls madly in love with her. The funny thing? The author claims to be 17 yrs old. Now, I won't lie: when I was 11 and 12, my friends and I wrote fanfic. But to be 17 yrs old and writing fanfic about Tre Cool proclaiming his undying love for you? Think about that for a second. Not only is that embarrassing, but her writing is atrocious, and a bit naive. Her version of Tre says "I'm not into groupies! Those bitches annoy me!!" Haha. This girl is in denial. I've heard about Tre Cool. He does in fact, like and enjoy the company of *annoying bitches.* The only young musician that I can think of that wouldn't enjoy the company of cute girls on his tour bus would have to be Clay Aiken. |
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| 04:02pm 09/09/2005 | ||||
Brooke wants to go to Sabora Mexico tonight. I am all for this: Any mexican restaurant where I can fill up on complimentary chips and salsa, and have an entree so dirt cheap I feel as though THEY might be the ones getting cheated. I also met a rock star there last summer. I get off work in 15. Anxiously awaiting 4:30. Right now, my outlook on the weekend is bleak. Everyone's broke and no one wants to do much. Oh well. I wonder what Cary is up to. |
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| 05:37pm 07/09/2005 | |||
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The Breakfast Club. |
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