Tonight and the Rest of My Life

So anyway, it was karaoke night, and I'm tremendously drunk; so drunk, I might add, that I was surfing iTunes for something to listen to while I go to sleep, and I came across some startling knowledge of such paramount importance that I thought you all have to know. Yes, both of you have to know:

The new Nina Gordon album comes out on the 8th. Yes!!! After six years, I've finally got the new Nina Gordon album I've been waiting for; Bob Rock production and everything. Oh, sure, you can slag Bob Rock all you want for being just a producer for Metallica and Motley Crue and the like, but you probably didn't read his little credit in the liner notes for Tonight and the Rest of My Life, did you? No, certainly not. I will accept your apology, as I did about seven years ago when I was saying, "No, seriously, Belinda Carlisle's gotta still be hot," and then she posed for Playboy. I was right then, and I'm right now.

In the event that you didn't pick up on my hint to go dig up Nina's cover of "Straight Outta Compton," I'm sorry, because I don't know what to tell you, because I'm not sure that I could find it at this point. However, four tracks off of her new album are up over at her site on Myspace, which I will link to, despite the fact that I believe Myspace is a cancer and reminds me entirely too much of a high school hallway, completely bereft of information; merely full of comments like, "Hey, man, what's up!" "How ya doin', man!" "Didn't see you at the bar last night!" "I'll be at the bar next week!" And so on.

But I digress.

I reckon you should go listen to at least one of the songs over at Nina Gordon's Myspace ... um, space, because my taste in music is impeccable. Well, maybe not so much, as I'm still reeling from that Black 47 incident about fifteen or so years ago. But seriously, this shit's good. Go listen, then go buy it on the 8th. And buy me one, too. And, should you buy me one, and someone else has already bought me one, then give mine to someone in need; preferably someone with poor musical taste, who has been buying CD's by people who won the American Idol competition or some shit like that.


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Back In Time

All righty, and it's been something like a month since my last post, and I'd desperately like to say that I've been terribly busy with new, important, and fantastically interesting things, but I'm sorry to say that's not the case. I've been doing karaoke on Saturday nights, and pretty much playing videogames, working, and sleeping most of the rest of my time.

That said, here's a rundown of the media I've been checking out for the last month:

• Pulse, the recently-released DVD of a Pink Floyd concert from the Division Bell tour, circa 1995, showed me exactly why it is that Floyd concerts have such a stunningly awesome (one might call it "stuponfucious") light show, and that is because the guys in the band play huge arenas, and they don't move. They don't play to the crowd; they pretty much just play, and the audience is so fucking baked that they don't care. All the audience wants is flying pigs and shit. ... I should clarify that: There is not flying shit, just pigs and various other sundry oddities.
• I powered up my Gamecube for the first time in over a year, because my nephew rented Cars, which really isn't bad, as movie adaptations go. However, since I had the thing plugged in and running, I decided to get back into Metroid: Prime 2, which is the only game that's ever made me so angry that I threw my controller. It's still one of the best games I've ever played. Today, I bought Super Smash Bros. Melee, and it's a very nice fighting game, though the only reason I'm remotely competent at it is the fact that it basically rewards button-mashing, which is the bane of any fighting game fan's existence, as there are no ten-string combos to master, and there is essentially no meaningful health meter. True fighting game fans apparently hate the notion of a "ring out," and that's all you get in Super Smash Bros. Melee.
• I hope my niece grows up to be a badass like Samus.
  
• I've been watching Neon Genesis Evangelion again. Next to Robotech, which I've adored since my childhood, it's easily my favorite Japanese animated series of all time, even though Shinji, the series' protagonist, is a total pansy. I don't know, maybe it's the girls.
• I saw Superman Returns ... twice. Seriously, it's that damn good, and y'all are missing out. It's not quite as good as the second X-Men movie or Batman Begins, but it's certainly a far cry better than Daredevil or the first X-Men movie. It's good. Seriously. Go watch it before it's out of the theaters. I liked it so much, I got the soundtrack. But then again, I've always been a sucker for well-done superhero soundtracks (read: Danny Elfman's Batman score, not that fucked up disc Prince put out).
• I've been anxiously awaiting the Nintendo Wii. Again, I no longer hate the name, but I think that's only because it's fun to say Wii-mote. New Mario, new Zelda, new Metroid... oh, it's gonna be a fun Christmas for me.

In any event, that's probably not all I wanted to get to, but I have to be at work in three and a half hours, so I'm going to take a nap. Next time I take a look at this page, I'm going to take a look at what links I've got on the right side and check to see which ones are dead, and which ones are still worth having. If yours is absent, yet worth having, please leave a comment by the end of July, and I'll consider you for a prestigious link on the right column. Yes, wouldn't it be nice to be linked to from a site that used to get fifty hits a day? Now all I get are people looking for things like Ben Affleck's underwear and pictures of Jenna Von Oy naked. I don't know how that happens.

Oh, wait, yes I do. It's called Google bait. Unfortunately, the people that it reels in are illiterate.


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