subject: The Hours
Hi, xxxxxx.
Ok; I know the money's only just cleared, but I'm like a kid on Xmas morning.
Where's my Aibo?!
Where's my Aibo?!
Where's my Aibo?!
Where's my Aibo?!
Where's my Aibo?!
Where's my Aibo?!
Sorry.
That is all.
Sincerely,
DN
she's a black 210; she's beautiful, and she's mine.
from the new york post. thanks, erinn!
IT LOOKS LIKE AULD LANG SYNE
THE Prada Group is closing down the New York-based headquarters of Helmut Lang, leading to speculation the high-fashion label will be shuttered altogether. "We are in the process of closing the office in New York," Prada spokesman Jason Jacobs told PAGE SIX's Jared Paul Stern. "Since Mr. Lang and his design team are no longer with the company, it doesn't make sense to keep it open any longer." Lang quit the label, which is owned by Prada, earlier this year after reportedly clashing with Prada chief executive Patrizio Bertelli. His creative team took over, but they were unable to see eye-to-eye with Bertelli. Jacobs had no further information on the Lang label's fate and could not say how long the Lang store in SoHo will remain open. Lang moved his 19-year-old company to New York from Vienna in 1998. Earlier this month, Prada decided not to show the new Lang collection during Paris Fashion Week. Last week, we reported Prada had refused to even print a "look book" for buyers and media, effectively stifling the collection.
i want an aibo.
helen bought me a roomba for christmas. (i'd wanted one forever.) i named it roomba. it didn't get much use at first because of the christmas lights i'd laid down along the length of the entryway. roomba always went right for those strings of lights, and i hated extracting the resulting mess from its rollers.
so: changed the old lights for new ones along the top of the wall. roomba could get back to work. except for the noise, having a little robot servant to do my bidding is mighty. i like it.
i want more.
i've been hanging around this place lately. it's bad when i join a forum. i only lurked on the music boards before i bought charlotte.
- = V I C T O R Y = -
ok; i figure: everton are twats, and we're playing at home. no problem. we will certainly win. then i notice the charts; in fact, everton is ranked fourth. liverpool is sixth.
still...
everything goes really well. i feel the optimism, despite the fact the liverpool is not a team that inspires this. see previous entries. (helen: i don't think i've ever seen liverpool win.) it seems that we're getting fouled quite a bit, but we're up 2 - 0 before i've had my fourth irish coffee. then suddenly the injuries are coming like we're storming normandy beach. liverpool's dropping like flies! we hit half time with ZERO substitutions left. (commentator: oddly, going into half-time, both teams seem to be showing desperation...) one more man goes down, and we're playing with ten. one more, nine. you get the picture. a quick calculation of mine has us with only dudek on the pitch by 70 minutes.
(duuuuu-DEK! duuu-DEK!)
random quote from the commentators about one of them: he doesn't seem to try to cause injuries, but he seems quite comfortable with the injuries he causes...
and sure enough, everton scores.
it looks bad. really bad. sick-to-the-stomach never-again i've-been-here-before kind of bad...
the bar breaks out into you'll never walk alone...
yes. lovely swan song. then we get a red card. baros! no! ten players. nooooo! i know how this is going to go: another petty, bitchy armchair striker's report on a blog in the middle of nowhere.
there is nothing new under the sun.
but, somewhere after an eternity of screaming at the flat screen, fueled only by whiskey, rage and disappointment...
WE WON!
everything was pretty hazy by the end, but i've just verified it. WE WON! if you care, bbc has the details. WE WON! YES!
for the interested: http://lfcny.org/tvschedule.html
where have i been? helmut lang quit helmut lang! MONTHS ago!
in better news, damn! kickstart's show with live girls!!! for death disco's one year anniversary/st. patrick's day party was just awesome. it was just the most rock and roll experience i've had, even considering the live girls!!!'s december show at pussycat lounge, which was amazing. i found the top of my bass-player world: it's a closet-sized...closet, really, backstage, and so filled with people and smoke that you can barely see the opposite wall. (quote of the night: is this the drugs room?) 'backstage' rules! and despite eric's guitar's constant battle with eric, it was one of the most fun shows to play ever. thank you, bp, helen, ashley (superhero), slick & drums, live girls!!!, shellshocked! thank you, everyone!
sheri was recently considering the problem with new york, of having to endure endless tedium in hope of the brilliant moment, of the tease. it really is bad, in a skinner kind of way. this place is more drug than city.
whoah! kate and pete are engaged!
put that in your suspicious pipe and smoke it!
too much:
1. whiskey
2. nme
3. radio six
4. capitalization
p.s.: and how fucked is fucked, really? a little prison and rehab doesn't seem so bad when on release you get to go home to the sweet, sweet kate moss...
hi, everybody.
i can't seem to keep my interest in the blog. there's so much going on! pete doherty is FUCKED, man! bless 'im. there's SO MUCH music going on! i mean, listen! BABYSHAMBLES! booze for baby? babycham? booze for BABY?!
how can i find the time to write? FUCK. how do i even find the time to paint? two shows this week... how do i find time to paint? FUCK FOREVER! (if you don't mind...)
so we're playing for BP again on thursday. i'm not sure any slender little man has ever achieved what BP has. i'm so in awe. as you ALL know, i'm stuck in a high school moment, and i can't get out of it.
my whole life these days is an inside joke. i'm giving away no secrets except to those who already know. useless! no good writer ever compiled inside jokes. ssss. maybe hunter did, but i'm no hunter. i've always been a coward...
and i don't know what's good for me.
here i go.
the pill
wednesday, march 9th at 9:30 pm
death disco
the anabolics
thursday, march 10th at 9:30 pm
trash bar
live girls!!!
sunday, march 13th at 2:00 am
pussycat lounge
you've been warned.
owned. the cyst. exploding cat. white people/black people. canadians. big ass titties.
