Jason of Preshrunk urges hipsters to throw away their Vote For Pedro tees.

No matter how much you loved "Napoleon Dynamite", Vote For Pedro shirts aren't cool anymore. Seriously, cut it out. You don't look cool, clever or irreverent. You look like a bandwagon hopping douche bag. Once there's a ready supply of any shirt design at Hot Topic, it's too late... Vote For Pedro tees have been on sale there for at least the last year. So give up already.

I wholeheartedly agree.

As Drew recently noted, there's two types of posts: ones that point you towards interesting things others have said, and ones that say interesting things themselves.

Here's the first type of post.

The Hollywood Reporter claims MySpace effects album sales

Here's the second type of post.

I recently went to a wedding on Saturday. Some of you were there. Some of you who weren't at this wedding may have been at another wedding. Or maybe you've been to a wedding recently. Whatever the case may be, you have probably been to a wedding.

Let's start with this: I used to hate weddings. I mean I hated them. They were boring. They made me feel awkward and silly. I never knew how to interact with people. The whole service with its unity candles, never ending rings of precious metals, and copious over-achieving flower assaults seemed contrived and inane. Then I went to one last wedding with my (then) girlfriend. I realized that weddings made no sense because I had no real concept of love. I didn't love her. I couldn't imagine ever saying the things these grooms said to their brides. Nor could I imagine the preacher having anything positive to say about our relationship. I hardly had anything positive to say about the relationship.

Needless to say, we broke up soon after that, and not too long after that I started dating a wonderfully wonderful lady from down the street. One of our first dates was a wedding, and I was terrified. I didn't want to go, but felt that it would be a big show of support. How surprised was I when the preacher began to speak of love and I understood what he meant? Very. Love sneaks up on you sometimes, but, when it does, you know.

At sundown on Saturday night I saw one of my best friends in the world dance with his Dodger-jacket clad bride to Audrey Hepburn singing Moon River, and I semi-successfully tried to hold back my tears.

There was once a time when I would scoff at this because it would seem silly. It wouldn't make sense.

It does make sense.

They make sense.

I love you guys. Congratulations.

# 723 : Get attacked by leopard. Kill it by pulling out its tongue

Are you bored?

The Seattle Weekly has a pretty interesting article on the state of Christianity in today's pop music.

Thanks for stopping by.

More to come.

Radar is doing a fascinating expose on Kabbalah this week. Read it if you have a few minutes. I've always thought the whole thing seemed a bit fishy. Of course, maybe I'm just jealous of the cool toys:

Its products—the red strings, the scented candles, the holy water—are on display everywhere from the counters at Sephora to the pages of Us Weekly. The Centre’s website does a lucrative business selling $280 crib sheet sets featuring protective Hebrew lettering; the diamond necklaces bearing symbols for healing, happiness, love, and prosperity are so popular they’ve sold out. No less a luminary than Britney Spears has been photographed toting a volume of the Zohar, the Kabbalists’ bible, which sells at prices up to $415 for a set.

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Pink Floyd is reuniting!

So today I'm teaching.

Actually teaching, though. None of this sit here and do your work so I can surf the internet shit. I'm talking about standing up to deliver heart-warming and motivational speeches a la the Edward James Olmos tear-jerker of an often shamelessly overused name (see above) shit! I've explained the meaning of the words meet and wont (as in "It was meet that I should teach students words I'm so wont to use").

The phrases, "What do you want to do with your life?", "I'm going to tell you the two greatest things you can learn in school", and, "What's the most important thing to you?" have seriously and without sarcasm escaped my lips numerous times today.

Now, while this is all well and good, but the real thing I wanted to talk about is how funny it was when a 4 foot tall girl with downs syndrome was awkwardly pushed on to stage during the advanced choral class's jaw-dropping (as in jaw-droppingly hilarious) performace of Sandra Dee from the hit musical Grease.

Words cannot describe.

All of the students sat very calmly and politely as their substitute tried as best he could to hold himself together.

I'm telling you people, It's like the blind leading the blind in this place.

Knight Rider the movie.

The wonders of the internet! An entire site dedicated to covers of I Wanna Be Your Dog.

Bowie, Wilco, Sonic Youth....thanks largeheartedboy

Douglas Wolk wrote this great article for the Village Voice that documents the dwindling value of music, from Retail Price CD (18.49) to Amazon.com (13.49) to itunes (10.00) to yourMusic.com (5.49) and on and on. His theory is that:

Artist royalties for legal downloads are a fraction of the retail price. When that fraction means a thin slice of a penny for a "legitimate" download, and major labels are selling CDs for less than digital files, it becomes mighty tough to make the case that unauthorized file sharing is a real financial threat to anyone—or that music you can't hold in your hand is worth the inflated prices we've been asked to pay for it until now.

It's hard to argue sometimes with the numbers.

Scientists have discovered the heroin addiction gene in rats.

Now we juest need to get that gene and Keith Richard's Immune System to join forces. There's no disease they couldn't conquer!