12.6.10

I only have one problem with your new crush. He doesn't seem to wear any underwear.



My brother's remarkably funny reaction to seeing the Rolling Stone and nearly naked coverboy in my back seat. Please be aware that he doesn't take himself this seriously. This photo is in fact very ironic. Oh, and I watched Forgetting Sarah Marshall last night, just because I wanted more Aldous Snow... it wasn't that funny. Brand was the best part. And Peter listening to the Smith's Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now, in his breakup mourning. The chick that Peter falls in love with, reminds me of myself, a little bit. Hm. I'll think about that a little bit more. Just the stuff she says, how she says it.. And, I mean her current life, not her crazy, breast-baring, crazy boyfriend, dropping out a movie to Hawaii past life. Okay maybe I shouldn't have said that, because I can't really explain why I thought that. ANYWAY, moving on.



Back to the topic of my brother, he's on this eighties kick, which is hilarious. Usually he's all about this crap pop, hip hop whatever (though he's fiercely opposed to rap) but lately I've been coming home to him sitting at the computer, blaring Foreigner and Chicago. Now if I can only get him listening to David Bowie and dressing like Michael Jackson circa Beat It...



Pff, I'm going to start dressing like Michael Jackson circa Beat It. I've got the white t-shirt/dress shirt/socks and loafers era down, but I could use some white deck shoes and old school skinny jeans.
My friend Kristen is just as into MJ as me, but has the emulation advantage of being a dancer. This was fun: 







This post was kinda short. And wander-y. It's a rainy day kinda post, if you know what I mean. And seeing as today is a rainy day, that's alright. I'm even listening to the 'it's raining' playlist on Steromood.com 

My song recommendation today is that entire list, especially this one; Sea Legs by Addie Brownlee



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9.6.10

I love it when things like this happen

Last night, I went to see Get Him To The Greek. Alone. At 10:00. The girl who was supposed to write the review this week (I write for a newspaper) couldn't, mere hours before the deadline. So Brittney heads to Peterborough on cheap night, to watch a movie and write a review. It was actually hilarious. Predictable, but hilarious. Mostly due to the sex machine that is Russell Brand. It is truly unfortunate that he's getting married to Katy Perry, I promise I have much better taste in music. Don't go see this with your parents, by the way, unless they like Led Zeppelin (and their lifestyle, times 10) and are all about the whole sex/drugs/rock and roll to the MAX thing. It'd still probably be awkward though, I mean Jonah Hill gets raped by a prostitute that... nevermind. But it's the clever, and apparently improv one liners and dry, perma fried delivery of Brand that I like. Jonah Hill plays Aaron Green, a young intern at Pinnacle Records, who scores his career making opportunity; fetch super rock star Aldous Snow from London, and deliver him safely to Los Angeles for his career resuscitating concert at the Greek Theatre. Snow is a raging drug/sex/rock and roll addict, who's a brilliant musician but gone off the deep end. Much debauchery and consumption ensues. I can't even begin to quote it, I want to go see it again, with a notebook to record all the hilarious conversations. Such as:

Snow: What did you think of African Child?
Green: I hated it. It was a mistake, worst thing to happen to Africa since the apartheid, etc etc.
Snow: I hate you. Who do you think you are? I respect you for telling me that, but that thin layer of respect is peppered with hate.

Oh just watch it. Oh, and the title of this post is in reference to my walking into the library, dreaming of Russell Brand, and my delight in finding him on the cover of the new Rolling Stone. I took it.

Also, on movie watching note; Kick Ass. Wuh-ierd, man. Like, I think it might be a dark comedy? But it's not that funny. If it were marginally less serious, it'd be comical, but despite the fact that McLovin is in superhero tights and a wicked wig... it's too intense to really laugh very much. And the cute little girl from 500 Days of Summer is a crazy, killing fiend! Plus, not a Nicholas Cage fan. And, it's really long. This guy decides to be a superhero... but he mistakenly gets credit for killing a whole bunch of bad people, and so then the bad people's boss tries to kill him... And all of this killing occurs with all involved wearing ridiculous costumes and using outrageously intense killing devices and techniques... it's just weird.

To counter; The Princess and the Frog

N'awww. I watched it with my music teacher. It's all in New Orleans, and the music is wicked. And it's frickin hilarious. Not in exactly the same was as Get Him To The Greek, but you know what I mean. I haven't watched Disney princess movies in so long...

Okay, enough movies. How 'bout some music. Band of Horses, I've been into them lately. And Bob Schneider, but mostly for this one line in 40 Dogs (Like Romeo and Juliet)

You're the colour of the coloured part of the Wizard of Oz movie

What with my colour fixation, and everything, and everyone having their own colour... Oh! I'm also reading The Portrait of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. It's brilliant. I keep underlining stuff that I want to reread and think about more later, and I've nearly underlined something on every page. But, back to colour. There's a quote, that I can't quote right now, because my book is downstairs and I'm not, but it's something to the affect of, just do something until you recognize and can remember the colour of it. I can't find anything to prove this, but I'm pretty sure Wilde had synesthesia. I'll find this quote later.

Okay, I'm sleepy, I'm going to bed.

Band of Horses - Laredo

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7.6.10

quickly

I stumbled upon something magnificent. www.stereomood.com


Also, this morning I heard a song, I Dreamed I Saw St Augustine. The title was SO familiar, but it was by a band I'd never heard, Dirty Projectors. As soon as the guy started singing though, even though I've never heard the original, I knew it was by Bob Dylan. And these guys do a beautiful job. I haven't listened to it again yet, but you probably should.


More later,


Don't Worry I'm Yours - Jason Mraz, Bobby McFerrin and Israel Kamakawiwo'ol


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