animal rights activists are the root of all evil

is the lesson I learned from the film 28 Days Later which, while beautiful in a way reminiscent of Children of Men to me, pretty much just served to remind me that everyone is always wrong about everything and every point we argue is moot.
But more on that later.

i just have some questions...

1. is it just me, or does that guy's voice from kings of leon make me feel like i immediately need to procure new underwear in the best way possible (syntax fail. i mean needing new underwear in the best way, not searching for undies in the most efficient manner)?

2. could brody dalle ever be sexier? i mean, seriously. i don't even know about this spinnerette project she's got going or how i feel about the music, but whatever, she's always hot. to prove it, and for my own pleasure, i have included this video of one of my favorite songs by her once band, the distillers. this video reminds me of being 17 years old, having short hair and wanting to be her and dress like that every day and stick it to the man, but knowing that i wouldn't know where or how to start sticking it and, not only that, but i possessed neither the will-power nor the time management to achieve this strategic dishevelry every damn day of high school. c'est la vie.



i like her voice because it sounds like she has been consuming nothing but whiskey and cigarettes for weeks.

3. i guess that's really all the questions i had. other than: where can you get a good, cheap, consistent beaujolais in this town? kroger only comes through sometimes.

hit the floor and do a little dance with me.

i'd like to just take a moment to discuss--weston g. flippo style--the album the one and only waylon jennings by waylon jennings (and, partially, the waylors).

now, this is my first real and true exposure to anything waylon jennings other than that song "satisfy you" and the basically five-minute role of waylon jennings played by his son shooter in the film walk the line, and i must say: i am impressed. i have not removed this guy from my turntable since i stuck him on there (save, perhaps, for an intermittent and always necessary listening of janet jackson's rhythm nation: 1814, duh). i got it out of the $1 record section at roanoke's former local independent record store (what a record store should be), and was depressed when i got home and discovered some faint scratches, but, knowing how strict Plan 9's policy is on listenability before the resale of media, i took it for a spin anyway.

first off--in true weston flippo fashion--let me start by admiring the cover. look at waylon: he's goin' somewhere. and all he needs is his guitar, corduroy jacket, collared shirt, tight, short pants, and tall, black boots, and a pack of smokes on this clear summer day. has he been ridin' the rails? aw, he wouldn't need to anyway. he left that train. it was a-goin' too fast. he's takin' his time. and he doesn't need a fuckin' freight train; he's got rhythm. leavin' it in the dust. oh, yeah.

i have to be honest and say that i really like the first side of this album so that's basically all i listen to. sorry. but it's really good! the first song, "yes, virginia" is about waylon's telling the aforementioned that he's found another woman who loves him more and he's going with her, and that basically virginia can go suck an egg for all he cares. i like erin's interpretation of this, which was, "i love it when people say things like that...because it's like, 'obviously you still care about so-and-so or you wouldn't be TORTURING HER.'"

"you beat all i ever saw" is good. and also, "she loves me, she don't love you," which is basically about a love triangle meeting its final confrontation in a bar. someone's in denial. i can't figure out who yet.

mainly i also like that all of the songs are less than 3 minutes. waylon jennings is so punk rock.

don't correct me. if this is wrong, i don't want to be right.

i feel the need to share something...

i have recently been intrigued by this Lady Gaga character. ok, i know, dance music, whatever, but i don't care. maybe my horizons are broadening. i mean, the video for "poker face" is crazy insane. there are great danes in it. just check it out.

but i was looking for it, because it's ridic, and stumbled across this:





it's really soulful, and makes the song very sad in a way. could she actually be some sort of musical genius??? or is she, perhaps, crazy??? the content of this video (more like a blend of amy winehouse force and regina spektor kitsch, tempered with just a DASH of liza minelli's flamboyance...and, maybe a little eddie vedder toward the end) make me at least hope for the former. although, let's face it, i wouldn't be all that crushed if the latter were the case. did she just wake up one day and say "i think i'll make dance music today"?

okay, okcupid!

another video. talking is easier than typing.

scary.

as we begin this post, i am sitting in an upright position on my father's favorite leather, brown armchair. my eyes are closed and i am giving in because google tried to give me the runaround when, in fact, i knew my own password the whole fucking time.

i have no word processing software. over the course of my writing this, i expect to be moving around from spot to spot. maybe even opening my eyes for a few seconds, but don't count on it. i know that at some point i will be writing belly-down on the most beautiful andy warhol painting-to[urned-into-a-rug i have ever seen.

there is a movie on about the death of the guitarist for the rolling stones. basically now there is a lot of screaming. i am not v. interested. i should like to write a prophecy tonight.







all of the good in people...all of the good and the bad and the ...everything you need to know about a person is in the first three layers of the skin.first impressions are important, yes, but i'm not talking about job interviews or the first day of school. i'm talking about the magnificence that must exist to allow us--humans, platypus, sheep, pigs, cats, goldfish, birds--to look at one another and size up within 3 seconds if that person is right for them. bear in mind that the word "right" in this context has not been defined.it could mean "good" are they a "good" person. it could mean "right for me" "are they right for me?" "should i marry this person? "should i procreate with this person?" "should i fuck this person?" "should i make it my priority to never speaking to this person for the entirety of the rest of my life?"

we know these things. these things are basic. we hold these truths to be self-evided (duh), yet still we ignore them. i try to go after what i want and i am selfish. i have never been selfish/a bitch/a cunt/a sow before. but i never went after what i wanted before.

so in this entry, this blog has been relegaded from pop culture trivia to "everything else rachel doesn't want to say to people's faces". yes, only you, dear OTHER readers (HA) can read this shit. cuz it's about to get heavy.

it's robot time.

*******

last night (FYI i am now on the carpet), while i was on robot time i was watching youtube clibs of mitch hedberg. funny muthafucka. he was talking about club sandwiches and how that got started: "man, i love sandwiches," "yeah, me, too, man." "i like mine with 3 pieces of bread," "oh yeah? me too, man, we should start a club!" "and instead of cuttin 'em in half. we'll cut 'em into four squares." "yeah. how do you feel about frilly toothpicks?" "i love 'em."

fast forward to this evening (pre-RT) when i was talking to a friend of mine from school who just moved to los angeles yesterday to start his life. and when we got on the subject of creating a club for joblessness (great idea), he said we could eat club sandwiches and talked all about the frilly toothpicks. in love.

the carpet is moving. i can't tell if it's just moving in reaction to my movements or if it is moving of its own volition.but it's alive. i'm scared i'll make it go away. come back ridgy mountains of rug. stained by the hands of a man who wore a white wig.

j
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errr.

feel the sweet embrace
of satan's hoof against your face.

the drum solo of LIFE.

life is a terrible thing to waste. you know what else is? your own equilibrium.

go. front to front to back. maintain the equilibrium. this was the hardest and most humiliating lesson for me to learn in sophomore year chemistry class. so many people are in here with me.

fat elvis is coming. i want someone to talk to.