A handful of things I’ve been too busy to mention:
#1: I was interviewed for the Music Edition of VPR’s Switchboard, which aired on Tuesday. Murf from False 45th phoned in to school ’em on the new Yo La Tengo, who they subsequently referred to as “Yellow Tangles” no less than three times. They eventually realized their mistake, but it was pretty funny while it lasted. I do believe you can stream the archive from the VPR link.
#2: Speaking of False 45th, today’s ’06 celeb retrospective features Ben Maddox of Farm. Yesterday was Tanner & Ben from from Nest Material.
#3: Steve Coogan is really funny. Who among you watches Saxondale?
#4: GWAR is sold out, suckers.
#5 My refined year-end faves ran as a feature on Dusted today. The list is somewhat different than the one I originally posted here, as I took more time to ponder. In addition, the prose is modified to affirm my position as an all-important musical-linguistic analysis operative.
#5: I saw a commercial for Yoplait with two ladies dishing in a spa. This thing could send the feminist movement back by at least a decade. The ad is generally offensive, but when the *actresses* get *deep* it becomes unbearable. Here’s an honest-to-goodness example of their exchange:
“Yoplait is like Zen wrapped in karma wrapped in chocolate.”
Apparently, this product is akin to the state of stillness that reflects the thusness of all — manifest and unmanifest — combined with the all-penetrating law of binding causality that subtly affects all — manifest and unmanifest — mixed with a sweet foodstuff.
I came up with a bit of copy for their next campaign: “Yoplait is like the ten thousand things wrapped in Kalki’s sword of obliteration with a vanilla creme demi-glaze.” Feel free to post your own version in the comments field.
I thought I’d be the first to go wide with this one, but evidently other bloggers find it ridiculous, too.


Yoplait is like Providence, dipped in Apocalypse, bathed in barbeque sauce.What I hate most about the commercial is immediately after the line, when her friend goes, “mmm!” as in to say, “You are so right, girl.” i’d rather screw a pineapple than see that commercial ever again.
molly wins.
Bile facials are DIVINE. Your skin will be as smooth royal jelly mixed with the semen of a wild stallion dipped in yoplait.
This contest has gotten increasingly non-competitive. I third the notion of Gwar tickets. It’s been a couple days since I’ve had bile thrown at me. I wonder: do they hang out at local bars afterwards? ::swoon::
Saxondale is excellent. It aired on BBC America for seven episodes, which just wrapped up. I have it recorded to DVR, but cannot make a DVD copy. It’s not yet available commercially, but you can no doubt find it with the illegal free-for-all that is BitTorrent. Or come over to my place with beer.”My mystic buddy” (remember that toy from the ’80s?) was on the Colbert Report last night. Same week he had Peter Singer. It was a great week for drug-tripping vegetarians.
I bet your trippy mystic buddy from the last post can be simultaneously above and inside the fray, with the power of his own special “Yoplait”.
Steve Coogan is like a swagger wrapped in a limp wrapped in my adoring man-love. How do I get a hold of Saxondale?