prezzy debates drinking game. also: kerry haters for kerry. UPDATE: god, i love updates. don't you? jessi klein blogged the debate and managed to work in poop and peanut butter. also, if you were watching msnbc right afterward, you will surely agree with me that the most hilarious moment of any broadcast must have come when the excited protesters in the background started bobbing their GIANT "POO" SIGN up and down. seriously? poo? poo for president? oh, hell, why not? POO FOR PRESIDENT!

new york press best of manhattan is...long. some good stuff in there, though.

for those of you who hate the whatevs speak such as obvs (and its tamaranian cousins totes, horbz, and mortz): scott pointed out that ira gershwin was way ahead of the trend, all the way back in 1926: "life can be delish with a sunny disposish."

i spent saturday tooling around town on one of those double-decker tourist buses with my brother steve, my mother, and my mother's cousin pat from england, whom she had not seen in 42 years. pat, an extremely fun and funny lady, was on a cruise that had docked in new york for one day. my mother greeted her with a giant yellow joker-like smiley face, like those theater masks, that she had purchased at party city. my mother is sometimes really weird. but in a ha-ha way. just like me! anyway the double-decker bus tour was quite enjoyable, when we were able to get seats up top (it's always better when you're on top, right girls? hardy har har). i was especially pleased to be able to learn some things about new york city that i did not know, such as the fact that the east village is the cheapest area of the city to live and that you can get a one-bedroom apartment there for only $700. who knew??

helloooooo, i'm back with pictures of rhett! did you miss me? here is my review of the show last night in lazy but easily digestible list form:

things i realized at my umpteenth old 97s show last night:
- i really don't understand why rhett doesn't cut his hair.
- he also smiles too goddamn much.
- carla was right: rhett does bear a slight resemblance to reese witherspoon.
- much as i love them, there's not a whole lot of rock and roll edge up there. feels like you're watching a performance, which you are, but it should feel like you are watching live rock and roll happen, not a pretty good performance of such.
- i wish i had seen them back when rhett was all geeked-out and hungry. now he says things like "my career plan is when i stop being cute enough to be onstage, i'll write fiction," as he said in yesterday's metro. ehhhh.
- he still doesn't realize the solo album sucked and no one wants to hear those songs, even in the acoustic encore.

i had fun, it was good times, they played "mama tried," but i did not wet myself.

update! i forgot to mention that i dug the opener, chuck prophet. my good friend cupcake cormi said he was a "throwback" worshiper of dylan, neil young, etc., but i don't think throwbacks insert raps into their songs. he reminded me of a more straightforward beck. good shit. another update! cormi has just tried to argue that bob dylan was, in fact, the first rapper by virtue of his video for "subterranean homesick blues." i would stand corrected were i not rolling on the floor laughing my ass off.

whitney went to the emmys!

best concert poster ever.

have a good weekend, my little cupcakes. if you're on the lower east side, get the banana pudding at sugar sweet sunshine. it will change your life!

i totally forgot to write about the modest mouse show from last week. modest mouse were pretty good. they played mostly stuff from the last couple of albums. they were good, but not thrilling. i did not achieve concert nirvana.

wolf parade, on the other hand, for the couple of songs i heard them (damn you webster hall and your long lines!), were awe-inspiring. a revelation. i've downloaded a couple of tracks from mp3 blogs, and was moved enough to mail-order both of their two ep's from a canadian record store. i absolutely love them both. there's radiohead creepiness, talking heads funktasticness, and then sometimes they get really unhinged. they are incredible, people. but i have said nothing useful here. you must listen. and so:

::: Wolf Parade, "Dear Sons and Daughters of Hungry Ghosts" ::: this is the song that made me realize i would have to get my hands on everything the band had out. eagle-eared said the gramophone posted this track first, but somehow i don't think the venn diagram of our readers has a whole lot of overlap. [update: link fixed!]

::: Wolf Parade, "Modern World" :::

you like, right? buy that shit. they just signed to sub pop and will release their isaac brock-produced full-length sometime next year. yeeeeah.

this weekend was largely uneventful. i eschewed parties for the most part, although myrna and kurt and i did enter our neighbors' party for about five minutes, enough time to grab beers, decide the party was thoroughly mortz and get the hell out of there. i went fabric shopping in the fashion district; made pillows and cozies and earrings. see? fun for me, not so much for you. i promise drunk tongue pics will return soon. there are three rock shows this week!

this is the best news item pitchfork has ever run: tim harrington getting 86'd from a las vegas hotel for "lewd behavior" and jumping in a mud pit. with many hilarious words from tim. it's funny to think of him acting all madman-like on the outside and inside thinking, "how can i believably prolong this craziness?" also, someone told me recently that tim also makes ipod cozies. tim harrington and i are the same kind of cool! except, you know, i don't run around half naked jumping in mud pits.

weirdly fun: aerial views of your high school, parents' house, whatever, circa 1995.

this dude has the stretchiest skin in the world! [via the witz]

stereogum defies my recent edict by posting a link to britney's (unfinished) version of "my prerogative." what do we think, a "toxic" that will have you shaking your ass at our next party or complete crap? seems like a wholly unnecessary cover to me, and the production is pretty horrible, but hey, you know, it's her...uhmmmm...okay let's dance!!

one of the reasons i was against ipod was the somewhat underdeveloped argument "i like albums." and i have begun to make playlists, which is sorta fun, sorta annoying. but i still hate shuffle. here's evidence of why shuffle sucks. dude, take ruben studdard off your ipod!! [thanks randi]

10 most hated men in rock.

you probably heard about this. and yet it is too ridiculous to not link. george w. bush: "too many ob/gyns aren't able to practice their, their love with women all across this country."

heelarious story about the lost art of the bribe written by weblogger dnasty. [via lindsayism]

indie rockers' protest signs up for auction. i so want idlewild's.

before brunch, shopping in the fashion district, and ogling the sweet designy goods at the market on mulberry, elisabeth modeled the t-shirts i reconstructed for her. zippers: fun and functional! i also made some sweet-ass pillows with donated goods and altered shirts for two more friends (randi and tamar, are you ready for your boob closeups?). that was me on saturday night at my kitchen table, pretending i work in a sweatshop. remember, you have no idea how much i covet that unwanted vinyl raincoat. give me your bags of old clothes, please.

everybody was all worried about the republicans fucking up our commute, but i spent 1.5 hours underground this morning caught in the flood-related subway snarl. on the bright side: at least i didn't have to go to that early-ass work event, and i didn't have to walk in a garbage bag, because i was wearing my fabulous hot-pink wellies! guess i win!

this is going to be SO GREAT: i am doing a cewebrity switch ad. it is going to rock your world, or possibly just the blogosphere that stretches from orchard to essex streets. in any case, i am almost dead with excitement, now that i'm beginning to think of things to spew.

indie rockers' protest signs up for auction october 1. [via chromewaves]

loud music can cause lung collapse.

i went to the jerz for most of the labor day weekend. ate cherry tomatoes and concord grapes from my mom's garden, jumped on a trampoline, held a black-eyed baby, walked the boardwalk at point pleasant, played skeeball, ate barbecue steaks and chicken, then got the train back sunday night because the forecast was so shitty. of course it was beautiful today, and i could have been lying by the pool. but it turned out to be a fabulous day anyway: i went to the gym (finally!) and began creating my inventory of ipod cozies, with which i will become rich and rule the world. seriously, i am very excited about these and believe that ipod nation will line up to buy them. and then amy checked in on dodgeball and i was compelled to join her and her roommate at gowanus yacht club. beer, meat, fun.

and now for some old-ass mp3s. fate wants you to hear these songs. fate wanted me to hear both of these songs twice in one day, as a matter of fact. give a listen.

::: Dramarama, "Anything, Anything (I'll Give You)"::: this is a song i had never heard before except maybe the couple of times i had played this mix cd given to me by my friend jimmy. i guess i didn't realize the utter greatness of this song until it came on today while i was making cozies, causing me to dance in a molly ringwald-ish fashion. and then it inexplicably came on again at gowanus yacht club in between the metallica and the terrible vagina music. for the love of god, download this song, which allmusic.com swears was the most requested song in KROQ's history. which seems a somewhat suspect claim. anyway, the song rules. if you like the replacements, you will want to marry this song. thanks, jimmy.

::: Soul Asylum, "Somebody to Shove"::: and then on saturday, i heard this song twice in one day, both times on the radio while tooling around in steve's car. i don't understand why it is still 1992 according to new jersey radio, but i still love the song. it reminds me of high school. back then, i had it on tape (still do, i think), so i had to download it from the itunes store. my first itunes purchase! odd.

full frontal nudity in the onion! naked man only one comfortable with his body.

finally, could everyone please stop writing about britney's cover version of a certain bobby brown song that isn't even out yet? every day i get this fucking song stuck in my head!

the thing is, and yes i am still writing about this, is that the dismemberment plan were so incredibly great, that the disappointment of his solo work is, um, disappointing. he's obviously in a growing period, though, and will find his way. because come on, he made these songs:

::: Dismemberment Plan, "Ellen and Ben" :::

::: Dismemberment Plan, "Girl O'Clock" :::

::: Dismemberment Plan, "Superpowers" :::