June 23, 2005

Fursday

Today is my last birthday. I am 29, and I'm staying there until I'm at least 50. [Then I might have another birthday and be 35 or something.]

Nah, just kidding; there's really no point in lying about your age unless you really look as young as you say you are. Otherwise you just look like somebody who's aged beyond their years, and that's just sorta vaguely pathetic.

I am going out to breakfast with the folks in a couple hours. I'd be there now, but neither of them are really awake at 7...

It's also a darn-near full moon, which means...well, it's not gonna mean shit unless I can get the living room clean enough to cast a circle. But I should do something, if only a nod to the gods and a happy witchy Litha dance or something.

So Billy Corgan, one of my favourite personalities, and yours as well, I'm sure, has a new album out; Rolling Stone didn't sound overjoyed about it, not that I agree with them all the time, but I haven't read any other reviews. But I think I'm gonna get it anyway, just because I like how he writes--when it's good, it's VERY good, and when it's not, it still beats the mortal piss out of most of what's on the radio. Also, I need something to keep my Phil Collins CD's and my Cranberries CD from getting into fights all the time. It's getting out of hand.

What mystifies me is that he's all excited about the whole solo thing, says in an RS piece that he really doesn't want to play Pumpkins songs anymore unless it's actually with the band--the overall tone was that that chapter was over and done with, time to move on. Then the day the album comes out, I read that he wants a reunion.

Um. So...which is it?

Anyway, if this is accurate, I hope James and D'Arcy are broke, because that looks like the only way it's going to happen. Some of the things that have been said about them may or may not be accurate--gods know, I don't know any of these people personally--but I fear he may learn the hard way exactly how fast your bridges can go up in flames after you hit "Save Entry." [Not that I know anything about this from experience or anything...]

And apparently he knows this, judging by this article, which makes it sound like the answer to "which is it" is sorta both and sorta neither. ~shrug~

So, like anybody cared what I just said, but it's my damn blog. The point is, there may or may not be a Pumpkins reunion, and either way, I'm seriously thinking of picking up his album with part of my birthday money. [The rest of it will go toward watercolour paper, since I'm almost out and Dick Blick still has a sale on. The 300-lb. stuff gets damn expensive.]

And, because I couldn't resist a gratuitous Beck reference...

Andele joto, your popsicle's melting!

The 25-foot-tall, 17 1/2-ton treat of frozen Snapple juice melted faster than expected Tuesday, flooding Union Square in downtown Manhattan with kiwi-strawberry-flavored fluid that sent pedestrians scurrying for higher ground.

[What I want to know is why the hell they bothered flavouring it--was somebody actually going to go up and lick it?]

Also, are they STILL fighting about this fucking thing? Good gravy.

So that about does that.

same bitch channel...

Posted by Frida Peeple at June 23, 2005 08:38 AM