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*cough* Did I ever mention that I hate Rooney? I didn’t ever INTEND to abandon my Diaryland diary. I still don’t. LiveJournal is fun, though, in a…fluffy sort of way. You know? It’s like one big messageboard, lots of little ones all connected by the magic of “friending.” It’s appealing to one’s ego, too: “Here’s what I did today. Discuss. Leave encouraging comments.” And I like that because really, as I realized just the other day, I’m nothing but a hopeless attention-whore.So I’ve got this new rating system for books, resulting from my unbelievable sappiness lately. It’s called the Whether or Not and How Much The Book Makes Me Sniffle System. M.T. Anderson’s “feed” merited a single tear at the end; pretty good. David Sedaris’ “Dress Your Family In Corduroy and Denim” made me all sniffly on two occasions, at the ends of two chapters: “The End of the Affair” and the one with his sister Lisa’s parrot. Very good. “The Fountainhead” and I broke up. Or perhaps we’re taking a break. He (the book, not the author, who is of course a she) is too smart for me. Tonight/this morning, Sagen and I spent a substantial amount of time rekindling our Rooney hatred. (We're both wide awake, our sleep schedules quite screwed up after a night of hardcore songwriting [heh] and Rushmore-watching with the fabulous Indy.) I was having trouble remembering why it’s not just indifference instead of hatred. I went to their band site and was reminded. 1. “Rythum.” 2. “Your.” 3. “Your” again. 4. Robert Schwartzman/Cage/Carmine is a fame whore, and is full of shit. Note: “I was never interested in what was on modern rock radio. I have older siblings that turned me on to a lot of good music. It's really about not liking the people around you. A lot of people will conform or do what the others do or make themselves like what's popular.” 5. Robert’s lyrics. Note the ickiness. Also note the signs of a budding statutory rapist. I have no ulterior motive. They’ve done nothing to me, not really. I just can’t help it. They give me the willies. (Fun phrase.) ‘Night/morning, all! I’ll be back. Promise.
2004-07-26 @ 3:31 a.m. |