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    Monday, February 28, 2005

    Beautiful And Dangerous (I Wish I Was)

    But I'm just intelligent and indecisive.

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    When I was younger I had four girl friends from church camp. We called ourselves the fab five. All of these girls were cute, except me. I mean, I was attractive I guess, but not cute. I wasn't that much bigger than the rest of the girls, but I was more of a jock, more assertive, more masculine I guess, so no one ever considered me cute.

    We were all sitting around one day commenting on how cute we all looked (imagine "Oh Lisa, your hair is so cute!" "Thank you Catie, I think YOU'RE cute!" "Well, I think COLI'S cute!" "And I think ROBIN'S cute!"), but when it came to me, there was a pause. Then the group came to the unanimous and perhaps not surprising conclusion that I was many things, but cute was not one of them.

    When I started college, my first boyfriend called me cute. I was shocked and confused, but after awhile he convinced me that it was possible. Now Ryan is always accusing me of doing cute things (but I'd say HE'S the cute one of the couple).

    I asked my family to try and think of one word to describe themselves this weekend. My grandma said she's "worrisome". My dad said "boring" but changed it to "down-to-earth". Grandma said grandpa was obviously "ornery". And this is embarrassing, but I can't remember if my mom ever came up with a word.

    I've also been recently called "kind of lazy", but I'd say "unmotivated" is more accurate.


    Blogger Dean said...

    I dunno, you look pretty damn attractive in the photo, assuming that you're the one second from the left.

    It is my considered opinion, as a lifelong student of feminine beauty, that 'cute' doesn't wear well. Girls who are 'attractive' at 18 tend to age much better than those who are 'cute' at that age. Let's face it, most 18 year old girls are 'cute'. It disappears in an awful hurry once life starts knocking the corners off.

    From the photos here (your profile photo isn't a good one, IMO) and on the previous version of the blog, you look like someone who will age very well.

    7:54 AM  
    Blogger sxKitten said...

    Dean was the first person to call me cute, and I was over 30 when we met. I had cute friends, a cute sister ... but no one ever called me the cute one. I was the bookish one, the serious one, the 'nice' one (as a teenager, I always thought 'nice' was something of an insult, implying that there really wasn't anything else good to say about a person).

    I still get nice a lot, but I've decided it's not such a bad thing to be, considering the alternatives.

    And as we approach 40, all my formerly cute friends are fighting wrinkles, spreading hips and drooping chests, while I can still see my cheekbones, find my waist, and run down the stairs without losing an eye.

    3:12 PM  
    Blogger the Arrogant Fool said...

    Sorry Dean, nice guess. I'm actually the one on the far left, in the leopard print dress.

    I think cute is often relative depending on height.

    1:12 PM  
    Blogger sxKitten said...

    I guessed right - I thought that was you. Nice dress - I wore one just like it to a Christmas party this year.

    12:15 AM  
    Blogger Dean said...

    Yeah, well, that was my second guess. And what I said in comment #1 stands.

    'Cute' holds a certain... submissive... ok, not submissive. Yes, submissive, connotation. I can get away with calling the sxKitten 'cute' because I outweigh her by a considerable margin. That, and it bugs her, and she's so cute when she's irked.

    8:06 PM  
    Blogger Gabe said...

    You look good, very attractive, nice in the pic. Sporty and all, casual w/less makeup and that is cuter to me.

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    Thursday, February 24, 2005

    Wild And Crazy Guys

    So let's see...

    Ryan and I decided to switch things up a bit by sleeping with our heads at the opposite end of the bed. We don't have a headboard or footboard, but the imagined head of our bed sits against the wall where I generally have some kind of decorative pillow acting as a headboard. We slept with our feet resting on our "headboard".
    The good thing about the switch was that my lamp was on the other end, so I couldn't sit up all night reading, like I normally do. Ryan slept all right but woke up wondering where he was. I slept pretty good but woke up with a cold which I've yet to get rid of.

    I dragged my sniffling self to class yesterday, and have pretty much stayed in bed since. I didn't work on any assignments and I didn't go to class today.

    Unfortunately, my parents have flown to Florida to visit my grandparents who live five hours away from here. Ryan and I were planning on leaving tomorrow morning to spend the weekend with them. The best part - his parents are going to drive over Sunday and we're all going to lunch together. It'll be the first time our parents have met.

    But I have two assignments due by midnight Friday, and another due Monday. I can't do them without the computer, and the thought of bringing my laptop down to grandma's and working on a dial-up makes me want to stab out my eye with a pencil. Plus, hanging out with Ryan's fam while I blow my nose every five minutes doesn't sound like a good time either.

    But I miss my parents and I want to see them. So back to working on the assignments, then back to bed (hopefully to wake tomorrow feeling human again).


    Blogger Diva said...

    Hope you feel better soon. I'm sure it has nothing to do with the way you slept. Trying stuff like that isn't such a bad idea...I should try that - mix is up a little and do things the opposite way that I normally do...kind of like a "Diva Bizzarro" or something.

    That's exciting about the parents meeting the parents. I hope it goes well.

    10:28 PM  
    Blogger Wheelson said...

    When I was a kid I loved changing my bedroom around so that I would sleep facing in different directions. I liked putting my bed in crazy locations. As an adult making a fort in the bedroom sort of kills the romance, so I don't do it as much anymore.

    12:40 AM  
    Blogger D.T. said...

    UGH...I know what you mean...why do teachers always have to assign homework, on the very weekend you want to do something.

    And then, they always try to use the excuse, "But I gave you the assignment, a month ago..."

    Oh a month is a long time...sheesh!

    And then...what Wheelson said...I dont agree? Have you ever had sex on pillows? Case closed. LOL...

    3:23 PM  
    Blogger gutter slut said...

    having a cold when you have work you need to get done is the devil. your tired and you can't think straight...and you feel like shit.

    but I truly hope you feel better. and I hope your parents get to meet the boys parents, and that all gose better then you could've planned.


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    Monday, February 21, 2005

    Mom, I Was Wondering...

    "Mom, have you ever slept with anyone other than dad?"

    "Not since we got married."

    I've always been impressed with my mom for this answer. Those five words said so much. I asked this question four years ago, and haven't brought up the subject since.


    Blogger Diva said...

    That is a great answer. It sounds like a great question to ask, too. I should ask my Mom sometime. She and I need to talk more, really.

    8:41 PM  
    Blogger Katz Nip said...

    would she have told you if she had?

    11:14 PM  
    Blogger The Defeatist said...

    I can safely say that this is a conversation I would very much like to avoid with my parents.

    9:01 AM  
    Blogger sxKitten said...

    I'm not sure I'm brave enough to ask my mother that. On the other hand, their 40th anniversary is coming up - that would be an appropriate question to ask at a big party in front of all their friends, wouldn't it?

    11:13 AM  
    Blogger Dean said...

    I have sort of asked my mother. Well, not really, she volunteered it, over my somewhat shocked protestations.

    Turns out she DID sleep with at least one person before my father, which isn't all the surprising as she was 28 when they married.

    3:42 PM  
    Blogger the Arrogant Fool said...

    I was brave enough to ask that question, but not brave enough to get her to elaborate on her answer. And yes Katz, she would have told me the truth. That's how our family works. If someone is brave enough to ask, you have to tell them the truth.

    Which is why my mom doesn't ask me anything that she won't like the answer to.

    sxKitten - I think it might liven up the party a bit.

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    Thursday, February 17, 2005

    My Overactive Imagination

    I'd been meaning to do this for awhile, but Diva's imminent departure really got my ass in gear. I invited everyone from my corner of Blogistan over for a get-together.

    JC offered to DJ. He and Brian spent the rest of the night choosing perfect songs that the rest of us had never heard before. In person, Brian was (as I'd always suspected) a polite, engaging individual. He also had the best hair of all the bloggers at the party.

    Dean and the sxKitten arrived sans House Apes/Monkey Boys. The split as soon as they walked through the door - the sxKitten to talk to Trillian, and Dean to wish Diva farewell. They didn't say two words to each other for the rest of the night, but time to time I caught them smiling at each other from across the room.

    I expected David and Nerina to spend the evening together analyzing American Idol or the OC, but Paul got them and Stacy to play some kind of drinking game. Stacy won the game, but that means she was the most sober, so I guess it's how you look at it.

    I slipped Katz a pill instead of a cocktail. She camped out by the speakers with a smile on her face. Chris kept an eye on her, made sure she had plenty of water, while Gabe and Jamie had a long conversation about Wes Anderson films.

    Worldgineer and Steve took turns trying to keep Wheelson's attention, but he seemed too distracted to carry on much of a conversation - he just kept watching the door. I think he actually believed me when I told him I'd invited Blah (I was kidding).

    Diva arrived, looking stunning. She made the rounds, allowing people to express how much they enjoyed her writing, but she seemed detached. I think part of her hadn't wanted to come at all - better to leave before she really got to know us. She slipped out early, but not before I gave her a parting gift.

    Not long after JC cut the music, Ryan came home. He walked right into the other room without acknowledging that anyone was there. I couldn't believe how rude he was being. I followed him to find out what was wrong. He seemed fine, gave me a hug and commented that I looked a little dressed up. "I wanted to look nice for the party" I said. "What party?" he asked. I looked at him, confused. "The blogger party..."

    "Oh, how did it go?"

    "If you'd stop being so rude and go back into the other room, you could see for yourself."

    He returned the confused look, and walked back into the other room. "What am I looking for again Kel?"

    I slowly followed him, afraid of what I would see, or more specifically, what I wouldn"t see.

    There was Ryan, standing alone in the middle of the floor.

    "Well, it would have gone well" I mumbled, and left Ryan, mystified, in the empty room.


    Blogger Katz Nip said...

    hey! Im a surfer of the mind as I keep that ear to the speaker, thanks for that pill!!
    Weird synchronicity, I was hear poking around on your blog then checked my email to see you had been over to mine.
    I shall inspire you! I ate 2 pieces of fruit today, another strike for good health. I also heard some study somewhere found that those who drink more than 3 cups of coffee per day are %50 less likely to get liver cancer! Having hep C for 22 years makes this important news for me.
    So, today I drank 3 cups of coffee! Usually that's my yearly quota. I dont dislike it but Im more of a tea girl, soy milk, no sugar.
    What's your favourite beverage? Must be a non-alcoholic choice for this questionnaire.

    2:08 AM  
    Blogger Worldgineer said...

    Easy on the coffee there, [katz].

    Thanks for inviting me - I had fun. I loved the part when we all hid when you came in with Ryan.

    11:10 AM  
    Blogger sxKitten said...

    Thanks so much for inviting us! It was great to finally meet everyone face to face, and having a night out without the kids was an added bonus.

    Nice choice of gifts, by the way - very classy. Did you spring for the monogrammed version?

    PS. Tell Ryan we're sorry we missed him.

    4:52 PM  
    Blogger gutter slut said...

    the real truth of the matter is, I would've been the first one drunk!!!!

    but I do love drinking games. thanks for inviting me!!! I had a great time!

    10:01 PM  
    Blogger Diva said...

    It was the best. party. ever.

    Thank you so much.

    And that gift - yummy. I need one of those, actually.

    I'm considering a major career move - dominatrix. "Diva Dominatrix" - what do you think?

    11:31 PM  
    Blogger Paul said...

    most of the night is a blur... drinking games are always one of those "seemed a good idea at the time" things.

    what really worries me is that i don't have a scooby how the hell i got home!

    8:50 AM  
    Blogger Wheelson said...

    Well, it wasn't all for not as you do have a very nice door. Except for the spy hole. I hate those because whenever I look out of them I feel like the person on the other side is going to poke me in the eye.

    4:27 PM  
    Blogger D.T. said...

    OMG...I'm so embarassed...I dont remember anything that happened that night!

    And I blame it all on Paul!

    "All the cool kids are playing..."

    P.S. Kelly...if you find my "O.C." boxers, can you ship them back to me? Thanks...

    8:02 PM  
    Blogger Nerina said...

    that was the best party i've been to in a while. despina was wondering why i was so zonked when i got to her place in new england on friday. i lied and told her it was because i couldn't sleep on the plane, but you all know my secret!!

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    Sunday, February 13, 2005


    So, three hours before it was time to head down south, I got a call from Gary saying not to come. Part of me was relieved, because I didn't know how I was going to keep up with classes while working 13 hour days, and I needed to take care of the whole insurance situation. But, as the day went on, I realized how nice that extra money would have been, and was bummed out. Ah well.

    I saw an ad on FSU's student job website asking for people to deliver flowers on Valentine's Day. I have not celebrated this holiday for ten years now, but I think watching people get excited about flowers is something I could get into.

    I don't believe in V-Day because I don't like having someone do or buy something for me because they feel obligated to. I hate watching V-Day become some kind of contest where girls brag about what their guys did for them. I hate hearing guys call it "tax day." I hate the pressure to have some kind of over-the-top romantic outing. I hate that V-Day gifts are so generic. But most of all, I hate how it makes single people feel like second-class citizens.

    I do understand the point of the holiday though if you're already in a relationship. Often we'd love to do something special for our significant others, but it's hard to find the time or motivation. Designating at least one day a year to get romantic and creative is nice.

    But not nice enough to convince me to do it.

    My mom and grandma always get me a gift though. I don't mind because I know they love me all year long.


    Blogger D.T. said... do know that your panel and post is overlapping right?

    LOL...kinda makes it hard to read/see what y'all wrote!

    2:46 PM  
    Blogger Paul said...

    I'm not a big fan of V-Day. it's def. over-commercialised (the wave of red hearts and teddy bears is nauseating) but i think i get off lightly cos it ain't half as big over here e.g. family is never involved.

    to be honest, i almost feel smug about not having had to worry about gifts/cards for the past few years.

    and anyway, isn't the point supposed to be secretly telling someone you like them and not about proving how much you like your partner???

    8:14 AM  
    Blogger the Arrogant Fool said...

    Dammit David, your screen resolution is too low! It looks fine on mine, and I even checked it in IE...


    Paul, my family is weird about gifts. I get a card with a check from my grandma for V-Day, St. Patrick's Day, Easter, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and of course my birthday. Not that I've EVER complained. I wonder at what age she's going to cut me off.

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    Thursday, February 10, 2005

    See Ya

    Nerina has announced she's taking a vacation from the blog. Well, she beat me to it. I leave tonight (or possibly early Friday) to go down south awhile and make some money.

    No, this has nothing to do with drugs, unless you count alcohol.

    I'm going to bartend for my old company for ten days. I'm hoping to come back with $1,000 after expenses. Gary told me to expect much, much more than that, but I'd rather be pleasantly surprised than horribly disappointed.

    I'm bringing my laptop to keep up with school, but I'll be using Gary's dial-up so I doubt I'll have time to keep up on the blogs. If I can find some time, I'll be sure to post why I don't celebrate Valentine's Day. Otherwise, I'll be back on the 20 th.


    Blogger D.T. said...

    Ok well, have fun and be safe, cuz I cant wait to hear the stories of encounters with the local drunks!

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    Sunday, February 06, 2005

    At Least It Was Benign

    So my insurance company has denied all claims regarding the surgery I had back in November.

    This means :

    • $1,000 for the surgeon
    • $5,000 for the surgery center
    • $500 for the anesthesiologist
    • $500 for the biopsy

    Now, the day before the surgery, I sat down with one of the doctor's insurance specialists. She called my insurance company while I was in the room, and figured out exactly how much I would be expected to pay ($280 - $200 deductible, $80 for my percentage of the surgery). So I paid this, and came back the next day, and had the surgery.

    Now I'm getting bills from all four places. The insurance company says it needs paperwork from the registrar's office proving I was a student at the time of the procedure. Then it says that the surgery wasn't covered because I wasn't referred through the Student Health Center. Actually I was, but my paperwork was lost, so I had to get a copy and send that in with the form from the registrar. I've called everyone involved, letting them know what the problems were and that all the paperwork has been sent out, and could they please re-file the claims.

    Friday, I received a packet from the insurance company with a statement about not covering preexisting conditions and pages of paperwork about who I'd seen and what I'd taken in the year leading up to changing to this policy.

    So tomorrow, I'm going down to the student insurance office with a huge stack of bills and letters and getting this all straightened out before I stress out so much I end up back in the hospital with no referral and get billed for that too.


    Blogger Diva said...

    It makes one wonder how much cheaper healthcare could be if all the bureacracy was taken out.

    9:11 PM  
    Blogger gutter slut said...

    whoah, I'm sure you'll get it all straightened away. It seems like a lot of work but it'll be worth it in the end.

    seriously, just one more reason to move to canada....I would marry you so you could stay, it's legal!

    1:12 AM  
    Blogger D.T. said...

    Take up gutter slut's offer! It's a total win-win situation!

    4:43 PM  
    Blogger Dean said...


    Call me a commie, but I'll take socialized medicine any day.

    Isn't there some statistic out there that says that something like 50% of personal bankruptcies in the US are due to medical bills?

    I take it that there's a reasonable chance you'll be able to sort this out and the insurance company will pay for it?

    10:01 PM  
    Blogger Nerina said...

    insurance companies suck.

    end of story.

    12:57 AM  
    Blogger Gabe said...

    there are hordes of people who’s entire job is to tell everyone they don’t get anything, don’t qualify etc. Be mean and nasty, tell them they’re going to pay as per their contractual obligation to do so. Any paper required is the responsibility of the care provider, insur co/whoever else. Put that it in witting and send it to all parties involved. That worked for me w/workers comp when they dicked me around on a cliam. Good luck with it

    3:26 AM  
    Blogger the Arrogant Fool said...

    Hmm. . . lesbian marriage or endless bureaucracy. . . if only Canada was warmer.

    Dean, good call on that statistic – this
    was in AlterNet today on the same topic.

    I'm meeting with an advocate today to hopefully get this all sorted out.

    3:26 AM  
    Blogger Dean said...

    Gad. That's a terrifying article.

    Probably more terrifying for me, in the last half of my life, than it is for you.

    Canada ain't that cold, particularly the part round here.

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    Wednesday, February 02, 2005

    Comment Whore

    Some of you may remember that I used to have another blog. It looked pretty much like this one except I put a little bit of effort into the sidebar (current reads, last movie I'd seen, etc). I had to retire it because if one Googled my full name, email address, or IM screenname, voila! There was my blog, complete with stories about drugs, my sex life, and other things potential employers and my mom didn't need to come across. Jessie turned me on to this story which shows what can happen when a blog falls into the wrong hands.

    So I regrouped under a pseudonym (although that is my picture and I do use my first name on here from time to time) and started blogging away. I only recently realized that my new blog didn't have the same kind of depth that the old blog had. Wheelson's post from last week already had me thinking about what makes a blog good (or not). Granted, there were some posts on my old blog that were on-par with Blah's post about the foglight (the my-speakers-stopped-working thank-god-they're-under-warranty-post was special), but for the most part I felt like I blogged when I had something to say, not just to have fresh content. Then Steve left the comment "great blog" just when I was starting to think I should put some more effort into the thing.

    I realized that my favorite blogs are interesting not just because of what the owner posts, but because of the comments, and this blog seems to get a fair amount. Also, seeing the same names commenting on a number of blogs makes feel I get to know people better than I would from just reading their blogs.

    I think that is what has made this new blog interesting – not what I say, as much as what others say in response. So thanks for the comments, and I hope I continue to say things that give you all something to talk about.

    Ryan calls me a comment whore, but he doesn't have a blog, so he doesn't understand.


    Blogger Paul said...

    >Ryan calls me a comment whore, but he doesn't have a >blog, so he doesn't understand

    Ah, that rings so true!

    I dunno if it's just my site, but if I write sthg deliberately provocative or ask a question, no-one answers. then a crappy little post inspires 10 comments for no reason whatsoever.

    8:05 AM  
    Blogger gutter slut said...

    I don't always comment on the blogs I read b/c I'm afraid I'll look like a loser. I know, who cares it's the internet and nobody knows you...well for the most part.

    And I like reading the comments and kinda getting to know ppl in this weird totally impersonal internet way.....

    and I love reading your blog.

    10:00 AM  
    Blogger Wheelson said...

    It is interesting to see a virtual community develop as I see comments left around at blogs I read by authors of other blogs I read. I also get turned on or off by comments left by blog authors on other blogs.

    My hypothesis is that female blog authors get more comments. I have yet to test this scientifically but I think it would be fun. I can write what I think is one kick ass post and get zero comments, although from my stats I know people are reading it. A female friend of mine can post about the cheese sandwich she had for dinner and get 12 comments. Sure her post is intersting but not excessively more interesting than something I'd write. It's hard to judge though and don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to say I deserve more comments or something, I'm just saying I hypothesize that a girl blogger can attract more comments than a male blogger when the quality of their posts is equal.

    I look at commenting as participating in a community rather than "whoring" myself out. Sure I want to attract attention to my blog, but I also like to live by the Golden Rule. I know it's nice to get comments, so I hope people enjoy it when I leave comments on their site. I enjoy commenting as well since the whole point of me reading this darn things is to have a dialog with people about things that just isn't possible in normal non-virtual daily life.

    I'm also glad I've made another Blah convert. You know you love that site.

    12:51 PM  
    Blogger Worldgineer said...

    Attributes I appreciate in a blog:

    1. Short entries, unless in the form of a fairly interesting story.

    2. An average of less than 8 or so comments per entry. That way I feel like I'm heard and not just another commenter in the sea of bloggers.

    3. Pictures and audioblogs. Not all the time, but enough to liven the place up. Not just any picture - things that are interesting and start conversations.

    4. Interesting entries. This is the least definable of components, and one not to worry about. You likely won't know whether or not you're interesting, but we will.

    5. Shared interests. Though I find blogs from people that are far diffent from me interesting, sometimes cultural references are lost.

    6. Updates at least every week. With a bit of effort, you should be able to come up with something interesting every week even if your life is currently boring.

    Overall, so far I'd rate your blog an 8/10.

    1:07 PM  
    Blogger Worldgineer said...

    I forgot:

    7. Respond to comments. Doesn't have to be all the time or immediately, but I've left comments that needed responses on blogs before and was perpetually ignored. That bugs me.

    1:26 PM  
    Blogger D.T. said...

    Im a comment whore too! Except I have a different reason...

    See, for me, I like to write a post and I like seeing that small number by the word (COMMENTS). Cuz then I know that someone did read what I wrote and that they had an opinion about my writing. And I think thats so cool, you know?

    7:19 PM  
    Blogger Diva said...

    The word whore gets a bad rap. And I agree, the comments and recognizable cast of characters is sometimes almost as fun as the posts themselves. I amaze myself sometimes that I often say more about myself and my behavior in my comments than I do in my own blog (recent comments on your blog - a good case in point).

    Anywhoo, I really like your blog. You write very well and I appreciate your perspective on things. The best thing about blogs is getting a little glimpse into others' lives and their thoughts. Thanks for sharing yours with us. I enjoy it.

    11:07 PM  
    Blogger the Arrogant Fool said...

    Paul – I TRY not to write posts just to get comments, because when I check back and the number is still zero I feel very dejected.

    GS – I worry about leaving comments for the first time, because maybe the blog's owner won't like me or will be offended by what I have to say. Then again, I don't think I’ve ever had a comment I didn't like, even if it was something I didn't appreciate.

    And I love reading your blog too.

    Wheelson – When I post on other people's blogs, they usually think I'm a guy. I don't know if it's the arrogance or the foolishness.

    World – I like that you have a grasp on what a good blog has, yet you are homeless (blogless?) right now. . . And (as you can see) I'm working on responding to comments.

    DT – I can't imagine you ever writing a post and not getting comments. Yours is the funniest blog I read.

    Diva – Imitation is the highest form of flattery, so here I go using your response format. And feel free to say things on this blog you wouldn't say on your own. Your secrets are safe here. Sort of. Actually I guess they're not. Sorry.

    2:20 PM  
    Blogger Worldgineer said...

    Yes, sadly blogless. Another thing a good blogger needs is time, which I just couldn't quite spare enough of.

    You're quite good at responding to comments, actually.

    6:31 PM  
    Blogger Diva said...

    Well, there was that time when, I probably shouldn't say that here.

    Then when I...hmmm, probably too much information.

    I should just start another blog and be anonymous and spill my guts there.

    1:50 AM  
    Blogger Michael Moriconi said...

    It's funny how sometimes I end up blogging for others rather than myself. But most of the people reading my blog are co-workers or family (how THAT got started might be problem #1) and then it ends up not being a good place to dump your REAL thoughts.

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    Tuesday, February 01, 2005

    Throwing A Bone To JC (And The OC)

    "I don't think we'll gain fans. . . I think people will buy the record though. I think a lot of people bought the record after we were on Dave Letterman and Conan, but I don't think you can really gain actual fans who are going to really care about the band through such a mass-market thing."

    - Hamilton Leithauser of The Walkmen on appearing on The OC

    I have never seen the OC, nor do I exactly understand what makes a band "indie", but I found this article interesting.


    Blogger JC said...

    Ahh, The Walkmen are pretty much full of themselves in oh so many ways ;)

    I have a friend that makes extra money selling his band's music to be used on Delta flights and as background music on bad MTV shows. I don't think stuff like this bothers many people, because most credible bands don't write songs for a particular commercial application. But if they can actually make a quarter of a living off of their music, they're happy for them. At least that's how I feel about it.

    In that article though... The Flaming Lips have been living off of Warner Brothers since 1991 and I don't think Wilco has ever released an album not on a footprint of Warner Brothers. I think a better title for those bands would be 'underground' or 'not really popular' then independent ;)

    6:07 AM  
    Blogger Paul said...

    an 'indie' band originally meant a band that released records on independent labels (usually their own) because the big labels (EMI etc) wanted names, big sellers and pop music. as far as i know, this sprang up in the late 80s and early 90s (i guess when it got cheaper to make LPs and CDs) hence why "indie" can now used to describe a genre or musical style since the most of the indie music had the same sound and infulences.

    8:47 AM  
    Blogger gutter slut said...

    I also thought the article was interesting. but I do find it hard to be happy for my fav "indie" band that sells their music to, oh lets say, a telus comercial. but I mean if Le Tigre needs money that badly and it gets them herd what's the harm? I think it comes back to music snobbery. I just don't want pple I don't think are cool to be into my music. so, it's really my own problem. If sue-ann down the hall who wears stirup pants and has eight kids finds le tigre cool and buys all their albums, so what. It dosen't make le tigre any less of a good band..........

    10:59 AM  
    Blogger D.T. said...

    You've never seen an episode, of what some may call the greatest show on earth? LOL... The O.C. freakin' rocks, man! I tell ya...someday you have to sit down and watch it with Nerina and me.

    4:16 PM  
    Blogger the Arrogant Fool said...

    I used to be stingy with music, mostly because I didn’t want a song I loved to get overplayed, but yeah, there were people who I felt didn’t “deserve” some songs because they just wouldn’t “appreciate” them.

    Now whenever I find a song that’s pure magic, I try to play it for everyone I know, and hopefully spread some kind of good music karma around.

    12:55 AM  

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