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Recently impeached Rod Blagojevich took stage at the Ed Sullivan theater to talk with “Late Show” host David Letterman on why he’s continues to think his fellow politicians are after his balls. For a man so committed to the people of Illinois, his two daughters and wife at home, and his innocence despite an overwhelming conspiracy to get him out of office, the obvious place for him to be is with day and late night talk show hosts nationwide.
It’s sad to see a Blagojevich go through this. Not because of the treatment he’s endured during this process. Not because I believe he is guilty, or innocent. It is the simple fact that Rod Blagojevich, clearly, has no friends. Not a single one. I’m starting to believe that his media tour isn’t to proclaim innocence. It’s a cry: “PLEASE, SOMEONE LOVE ME! SOMEONE LOVE RODDY BOY!”
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Man, I love the Ting Tings. And boy, do I hate labels and director’s that clearly do not understand their artist, and try to reinvent a sure thing.
This is the new video for a year-old song “That’s Not My Name”, off of beautifully crafted and infectiously catchy “We Started Nothing”. If you don’t think you’ve heard of them, or have been living in a cave with a volleyball, they made their American debut with this little diddy:
and found fame internationally with these:
Noticing the difference? Kudos to the brilliant Columbia marketing team that invisioned The Ting Tings were best represented with Tron rejects and Busta Rhymes choreography on ecstasy. And what a grand reception MTV’s audience has given the video, which is featured on the homepage. True intelligence and thoughtful insights heard round the net:
ang614 posted on 01.27.09 at 05:23am
there is no meaning to this song no story its fuking stupid jose thats not my name the fuk ok
kiqhh.$ posted on 01.27.09 at 11:08am
lol i love this song and this video is cool 
and i love the ting tings. their songs always have meanings. ’shut up and let me go’ is about an x trying to get back with you. ‘thts not my name’ is about someone not remembering your name and forgetting about you.
foreverscn posted on 01.29.09 at 08:26am
Wow….this is horrible. Her voice is really bad and shows no talent. It just shows they will let anyone make a record in hopes for a buck. If this is as old as what other people have mentioned….they should have kept it hidden.
You may remember Chip Saltsman as one of the contenders running for RNC chair position who distributed the song “Barack the Magic Negro” on a CD amongst his fellow republicans.
Well, his mix tape of race hate is making those chart topping hits. Huffington Post reports that Saltsman also included “The Star Spanglish banner” on his playlist-o-fun, thinking that Latinos and Spanish people can’t be offended if they don’t understand english!
Didn’t you listen to ole’ Dubya: “fool me once, shame on — shame on you. Fool me — you can’t get fooled again.”
In anticipation for a second half-hearted, whole-bullshitted response, simmer with his first response:
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When I studied abroad in London a few years back, I had the chance to meet Paul McCartney at book signing at Waterstones. I’m not saying he’s my favorite Beatle because of that, but it’s certainly a reason. I always felt his music to be clean, simple, and epic. And while not taking those away from Lennon or Harrison, there just wasn’t the same appeal.
There’s really nothing funny about this post. I’ll let Colbert and Paul handle that department. Hopefully Electric Arguments will be better than his latest offerings.
Like watching snow falling on Christmas morning, the fiery suns setting over the Tatooine horizon, and lipstick college lesbians making out while John Lennon strums an acoustic version of Strawberry Fields Forever, all under an enormous rainbow that Falcore flies magnificently over.
I am, of course, describing when pretenious, self-indulgent “intellectuals” comment on blog posts, criticizing the blogger on their lack of proper grammar and proofreading skills, while using a word that ISN’T REAL! I stumbled upon this when reading rather long, but incredibly insightful blog post about the last episode of The Sopranos.
But, the thing that really makes it’s special, and I’m talking about your first 4th of July fireworks/getting that gift you’ve always wanted… see for yourself:
Clip (@ :45 second mark):
Comment:
Oh Drew, you silly son of a bitch. Christmas comes early for me this year, thanks to you!
There’s a phrase that describes that stereotypical New Jerseyan who takes pride in our homeland, and decide to be spokesperson of the state: dimwitted douchebag. And taking a piece of that oh so charming Jersey confidence, trust me: if anyone of those trashy, no-nothing morons were set a fiery blaze, Bruce Springsteen wouldn’t think to piss out the flames, even with “The Rising” playing proudly in the background.
I’m sorry for that filthy mouthed introduction to a previously conceived positive review. It’s that self-loathing that most Jerseyans get when we finally catch a break, and our fellow brothers and sisters ruin it once again.
An article in the Wall Street Journal gave the Garden State a back-handed rave review recently naming New Jersey a “hidden state of culture …[and an] epicenter of artistic talent”, but not without a lacing in a few jabs:
“Of course, think “New Jersey” and cultural epicenter doesn’t immediately spring to mind. Instead, the name summons up unsparing caricature: grime, gangsters, pollution, ugly highways, Byzantine shopping malls, Saharan parking lots and a level of culture somewhere between troglodyte and troll.
Even the nickname “Garden State” seems to be something like a defensive reaction meant to fend off ridicule. In 1954, when the state legislature passed a bill adding the sobriquet to license plates, garbage disposal had long been a crisis in Jersey. Not only did the tiny state lack sufficient space for discarding its waste, but it had become a dumping-ground for garbage from other states. Gov. Robert Meyner vetoed the bill, writing, “I do not believe that the average citizen of New Jersey regards his state as more peculiarly identifiable with gardening for farming than any of its other industries or occupations.” The state legislature promptly overrode his veto, and the rest is license-plate history.”
The article goes on to name several of New Jersey’s famous alums in limited acclaim, describes how utterly dog-shit disgusting the Turnpike is, and demonstrates, through minimal lyrical quotations, that Lee Siegel thinks the only album Bruce has made is “Born to Run”. We can have our cake, New Jersey, but you’ll be damned if you want to a bite.
Some days, my mind vanishes in the depths of the productivity killing world of Wikipedia. It’s amazing what you can find with just simple searching of .. OH SWEET MERCIFUL CRAP WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!:
“La Job” is the French-Canadian take on The Office, whose “Michael Scott” equivalent looks like a guy driving a rusted van offering the neighborhood children candy and a free ride. Sure, things often get lost in translation, and lord knows I don’t know what makes Canadians laugh. They made a crucial mistake in not casting Canada’s number 1 entertainment export:
Snidley Whiplash would’ve made a great Dwight! And who better to replicate the organic and pure romance more true to form than Nell Fenwick and Horse.
Still, at least the Canadian’s got the age demographics rights. Check out how the real French ran Le Bureau in Paris:
It’s hard to see the similarities in the David/Michael/Regional Manager character when Gilles Triquet looks more suited to be “Viktor” Bill Nighy:
Finally, who better to do the series justice than the Germans:
I don’t know how Stromberg did it. Not only do they portray Jim as the strung out, sloppy mess that his character truly is, and flawlessly make Kelly Kapoor into a dude. But somehow, by some grace of god himself, they were able to get Louis CK in a GERMAN SPEAKING ROLE! Ich gratuliere, Deutschland! Ich gratuliere!
The answer to the ever-present issue of male greed comes in the form of a simple question:
Q:What do men with power want?
Followed by a simple answer:
A:More power.
However, the more perplexing of questions still left unanswered is that of FHM’s Sexiest Woman of 2008 Megan Fox:
Q:What the fuck is her malfunction?!
I’ve come up with several explanations that hopefully will shed some light:
A: 1) Hot chicks are never satisfied with the attention they receive
2) Wittiness is a skill few possess, but breasts certainly help
3) She has come to the realization that she is doing the poor woman’s version of K-Fed:
Macworld 2009 officially kicked off yesterday with Apple’s last keynote the company will deliver for the expo. Due to health problems spending more time with his family, Steve Jobs absent podium was stationed by Senior Vice President of Worldwide Product Marketing Philip Schiller.
Apple released the full keynote for your viewing pleasure, and watching makes some things very clear. Schiller is a true blue marketing man, talking up the “amazing customers” and “[INSERT LOADED EXAGGERATED WORD] [INSERT ANY APPLE PRODUCT]” every chance he gets. But more obvious is the notion that he can read from Jobs’ playbook, but can’t nearly run the plays as well. This, of course is a “no duh” observation, and certainly not unexpected. It just makes it very clear to the public the impact Steve Jobs has on how Apple is presented, whether he is delivering the keynote, or not even in the building.
June 5, 2008 at 5:21 pm Very well done. I thoroughly enjoyed the read, especially the symbology of holsten’s. One more proofread to catch the grammar/punctuation gaffes and this piece would be perfect.