Happy Blog-a-versary to Fringe, may it continue to be a flaming Asherah pole for years to come. I’m not sure what that would signify, except in the purest Biblical sense, so I’m not quite sure where Fringe stands. I’m pretty sure it’s not a cleansing of the palate, whatever anyone says. Despite my masthead’s assertion, I’m not an apertif.
So it’s official. I’m not going to see any movies in the theatre during 2006. Unless someone pays me a lot of money. Which of course won’t happen. Unless it does. In which case I’ll be more than happy to do whatever they want, as long as it doesn’t involve Paris Hilton, Charlie Sheen, or a Tijuana brothel. Okay, so there’s still a lot of stuff that doesn’t cover, which I would object to, but the point is, those are on my “Definitely No” list. Everyone should have one. Mine also includes joining the Church of Scientology and running across the 405 in my boxers.
This list reminds me of a friend who once had a list of things not to tell people. He recited it constantly, which led most of us who hung around him to think he kept the list as a deterrent against annoying people. Lists are also useful to show just what kind of ephemera has collected inside your skull. The most arcane pieces of information regularly form key components of our every day speech. Mine, anyway. And it’s all coming from categorized slices of knowledge. Makes me wonder what else is down there, when I’m not looking.
I repurchased Frou Frou’s Details, which I had bought a year and a half ago but then gave away to a friend. Now, with Imogen Heap’s newest album, I can agree with anyone who has ever heard this woman that she’s got an amazing voice. Her latest could even use a little less instrumentation and more vocal presence. She brings an endlessly variable style to her songs, so that each one seems like a little surprise. It isn’t surprising, then, that she called her album Speak For Yourself. It’s a perfect representation for what she’s doing, and has done, with each of her albums thus far. Go out and buy it if you enjoyed such tunes as “Let Go” from the Garden State soundtrack. Good stuff.
I’m excited. Valentines Day is coming up, which means I will be able to launch into another tirade vilifying this most heinous of holidays. Which is why I was struck by this article, which doesn’t have anything to do with my own cynicism, but is interesting nonetheless, for its perspective on lingerie and the way men and women vary in their responses to it. It turns out, I was shocked and amazed to discover, some lingerie is itchy. Who knew? Besides women and transgendered men, of course.
Okay. Got a ton of work to do tonight, and a martini to sock myself with around nine-ish. I’ll see you on the morrow. Let me know how your own martinis were.