“If you find me, hide me, I don't know where I've been, When you phone me tell me everything I did”
-Crowd Surf off a Cliff, Emily Haines

The tides have turned and I have been insanely busy at work. Thus I give you point form:

- On Saturday Dan, Eve, Cassandra and I had a delicious Bug Sushi dinner followed by the Debra DiGiovanni and Trevor Boris comedy tour, featuring other stand-up superstars from “Video on Trial” Sabrina Jalees and Perry Permultar and the horrid Gavin Stevens. Quite humourous, especially Trevor Boris. I like Debra but she needs some new jokes.
- My next vacation is legitimately being planned: My mom asked if I wanted “to do something crazy” for my 25th birthday at the end of March like a weekend trip to Las Vegas, New York or….Disney’s Animal Kingdom. It looks like it’ll be Vegas since we haven’t been. I’ve only been in one spot for 4 months and its been too long.
- My vacation after that is being planned as well, although only tentatively right now: Carri and I are going to go to Ireland in July to visit Yenni (if she gets out of Banff alive and makes it home). Of course I am also toying with trying to postpone the trip until August to make a quick and music filled stopover at the Leeds or Reading Festival.
- Bitch is still stealing from me. IT NEVER ENDS! I guess a padlock and a “You have 30 days to get the hell out” didn’t stop her thieving (sorry Kate, I promise to update you soon). Eve moves in march 1st and its not coming soon enough. I'm blaming her for every random thign I am missing, including my jewel case for "Pet Sounds", a variety of lipgloss, and my youth.
- Carri and I got drunk last night, played movie trivia, and watched the Patrick of Swayze classic: Youngblood about a Hamilton hockey team.
- My beloved zip.ca actually contacted ME for a contest. It’s to find the “Great Canadian Film Critic” next month. I’m getting interviewed over the phone this week or next so we’ll see where that goes. Maybe I’ll win a trip to their headquarters in Ottawa….Yessssssss!
- The Killers are coming. Hopefully moustaches will be shaved by then. Moustaches are making an unwelcome comeback, much like Tom Selleck. I could put up with The Killers, Ewan McGregor irritated me and put me off of Miss Potter, but I caught my Franz Ferdinand superstar Alex Kapranos on “The New Music” (shut up, I’m a nerd) and he had a moustache! That about did it for me. I had to turn off the TV and sulk. Well, actually, I had to get drunk and watch Youngblood. Sexytime!

“If I'm sorry you lost me you'd better make it quick”

And 7 people voted in the random playlist poll. The OM won with the most votes. Yay Old Man! Can I get a chorus of “Old Man River?” Voters are winners. Now the results, in order of the greatest:

Instrumental- Eastborough
Ooh La- The Kooks
Slow Down- Magic Numbers
Me and My Friend- Julie Dorion
Luscious Life- Patrick Watson
Maggie Mae- The Rod
Music When the Lights go Out- The Libertines
Parenthesis- The Blow
A Million Dollars- Joel Plaskett
28 Balloons- Camaromance

If you feel like making a new playlist, suggest some songs. Everything from the Libertines down will be dropped and voting will commence again to find a new top 10. I’m thinking about what my most listened to song o’ the week is…

“Cause this call costs a fortune and it's late where you live”

"Music makes the people come together"
-Music, Madonna

Okay, it's officially on. We have a new gadget: this handy playlist poll! Yes, I am aware that it sucks, but its also taken me all day to figure it out. I'm looking for one that will let you add your own write-in song for voting, but until that day comes you'll have to leave suggestions in the comments. Let's cap it at one song per week and your suggestions have to be in by Thursday 11am EST-ish or until I get around to adding a new poll. And you can make multiple choices per vote.
We'll see how this goes. On Tuesday the official playlist will be posted for your listing pleasure and maybe we'll all get new tunes out of this. Voting will commence on Thursday which will give you 4 days to make a choice. I'm pulling this all out of my ass so we'll see how this works.

If you suggest a new band/song that no one has heard of, if you have a link to where it could be found, pass that on to me and I'll post it or rescue it out of the comments section. Its cool if you listen before you vote, but meh, who am I- your mom forcing rules down your throat? We'll figure it out as we go, especially if we're bored of this by next week.

If you're leaglly minded try iTunes, Myspace, official websites, etc. for songs.
If you're illeagally minded use BitLord to find songs or just go and theive these albums from stores. As long as you vote, I don't care.

Which Song Should Stay? The 4 songs with the least votes will be booted from next week's list to make way for new tunes.
	Ooh La by The Kooks
	Music When the Lights Go Out by The Libertines
	Luscious Life by Patrick Watson
	Slow Down by The Magic Numbers
	Me and My Friend by Julie Dorion
	Parenthesis by The Blow
	28 Balloons by Camaromance
	Instrumental by Eastborough
	A Million Dollars by Joel Plaskett
	Maggie Mae by Rod Stewart
pollcode.com free polls

You can only vote once per computer (but you can select as many songs to vote for as you want)...so if you have multiple computers you can vote multiple times.

"Do you like my Acid Rock?"

“Brother bought a coconut, he bought it for a dime His sister had another one, she paid it for a lime”
-Coconut, Harry Nilsson

It’s like my life is The Talented Mr. Ripley. And I’m Jude Law. It’s suggested that I don’t hop into a rowboat anytime soon with a certain roommate. She’s trying to be me. She’s thieving my clothes, my make-up, my jewellery, my cat, my identity. She is however, providing hours of entertainment as proved by over 5 hours of stories, laughter, and tales at the Green Room last night with my posse of Dan, Eve, Carri, Cassandra and her bf Scott (whom we are trying to initiate a bro-mance between him and Dan). Carri even paraded out her shiny new locking door knob, ready for installation, while Cassandra and I prefer to keep it ghetto with an old fashioned steel padlock for it’s coldness and uninviting nature. I’ve also had offers from the company I keep to draw me a locking keypad, retina scan, thumb print scan and a sign that says “No Brynas Allowed” for my door. Of course, when you add “bitch” to the end of a sentence, everything becomes more hilarious, as in, “You lucky I let you sit on my couch, bitch!”
But enough of that.

“She put the lime in the coconut, she drank them both up”

There’s also been an influx of “I’m tired of my music. Suggest new songs/bands” across all genres, people, and contexts. Heidi has now latched onto Pandora and is discovering new music (I have Lauren to thank for it from over a year ago). I think we should set up a “national playlist” of our own (of course it would be a cross-continental playlist if everyone is involved). Mairin can plug Carbonated Dirtbag Skirmish. Natalie can give love to the OM’s muzik (I added his website to the links y’all…The Yeah Yeah Yeahs are his friends on myspace and that’s marginally good enough for me). Anyone want to throw out new or old suggestions for a flavour flav of the week/month for the iPod playlist mixing, etc.? Y’all can pitch them via the comments and wrap it up each Friday, or if you feel like wasting more time, start up a new blog for musical suggestions where we can each edit/add. We can make a top 10, then ditch 4-5 songs each week to make way for newly acquired selections and maybe find new music out of it. Invite others to join in. Can you tell I’m bored?

If no one else wants to contribute to my new found hobby and offer everything from “Come On Eileen” and Daft Punk to Lily Allen and new Bloc Party, then this will just end up as my own list. Humour me. I can’t keep researching telephone companies and foreign diplomats without something good to listen to.

I shall throw out 2 songs that have struck my fancy this week, even though they’re not that fresh:

“Ooh La” by The Kooks
“Music When the Lights go Out” by The Libertines

Your turn.

“She put the lime in the coconut, she called the doctor, woke him up”

And just for randomness, this photo creeps me out:
Dan and I found this photo-shopped pic of Ian Somerhalder when we were searching online for haircuts for Dan and watching The Terminal. Twas a banner day. It creeps me out but also makes me laugh uncontrollably.

“I say Doctor! You such a silly woman!”

“Stay alive until you die, and that is the end of you, and i pity the fools, who dont recognise the rules "
-Time Honoured Tradition, Kaiser Chiefs

I have newly acquired Kaiser Chiefs tickets that are making me happy. Hurry- there’s an Edge 102 presale ‘til Friday. I’m still smarting after not purchasing extra Bloc Party tickets to ditch them on eBay where pairs to the sold out show are making over 100% profit. I only have myself to shake my fist at.
And not to jump too far into the future without a Delorean or Marty McFly, but it seems as though Eve could be my new roommate in March after last night’s showdown. It shall be discussed over a rendez-vous with Eve and other randoms at the Green Room tonight.

Now make way for stolen photoz from Lauren in random order since random is best.

"will make you pay get five a day or that is the end of you "

“Yeah here comes success over my hill, here comes success, here comes my car”
-Success, Duran Duran (cover!)

I win!

…the Oscar nominee prediction game, that is. Yay! I’d like to hear a chorus of “here’s your crown your majesty.” The torch is thusly passed from Shane to me for the year as I usurp the throne.

But it was a close race with me beating Shane by a mere 2 points. But in this case, 2 is enough. Props to Shane for nailing the screenplays which did me in. Good showing by Simmons who bested the elder McNeil, and Heidi gets a props for last place- we’re tough competition and thanks for coming out. A perfect score in both Actress categories, Picture, and Director is likely what boosted me up as I’m assuming I’m the only one who picked Ryan Gosling and Paul Greengrass. I have a year to gloat or at least until someone kicks my ass in the various winners pools for the actual awards. My co-workers are trembling with awe and fear of my nomination mastery as well as my superb knowledge of “Saved By the Bell.”

“Here comes the zoo”

In other news, I need to boot a roommate out for thievery. Anyone else want to take a go with Cassandra, Carri and I? I’ll let you touch my things until you decide to hide them away in your room without asking...for the third time. Anyone who can take over rent for Feb 1st would be good…c’mon, it’s only $420 x2 for first and last! I’ll feed you cookies and let you pet the cat (currently testing the waters with “Jason Bateman” as a name).

“Here comes success, here it comes”

She’s Not Going to Tarnish my Oscar Win Playlist (aka “I’ll give you a piece of my mind and a punch in the face” mix):

I’m Going Slightly Mad- Queen
Final Straw- REM
Not Ready to Make Nice- Dixie Chicks
Time Of your Life (Good Riddance)- Green Day
She’s a Bitch- Missy Elliot

You know I love conflict. And stealing Lauren’s photos and proliferating them amongst the interweb in upcoming posts. “I can't stand it”

"And I can't fight this feeling anymore, I've forgotten what I started fighting for"
-Can't Fight this Feeling, REO Speedwagon

Gong Show.

That’s the best way to describe the weekend which did not include Caving, Beasts, or be bop, but did include Rooms of Red, sushi, and the film Perfume: Story of a Murderer for reasons unknown. Gong-oriffic (Gonorrific?) was Saturday’s birthday extravaganzas by way of Lauren and Bryna my gypsy roommate who spends less time at my house than Eve does.

Since the exciting details are few and far between when not discussing birthday partays- sushi, stale cream cheese bagels, crazy random boy asking for directions and then telling Eve that I must not like her that much, breakfast with Eve and Carri, movie trivia by the pound (I won with a “James Woods” and claimed my bragging rights…I’m waiting to challenge you McNeil), Dreamgirls wins Worst Movie Ever award as I would rather watch Perfume again, and the crunching of pistachio shells under my feet and cat, who for all intensive purposes is running around with no less than 8 or so names ranging from Merv Griffin, Pumpkinhead, Scraps, and Catface to Orson Wells, Atticus (Catticus) Finch, and Andrew. He answers to none.

"It's time to bring this ship into the shore, And throw away the oars, forever "

The 411 on the parties of Saturday begins with randoms over at my humble abode which was decked out for the occasion (Rough translation: it was clean, festooned with throw pillows and someone stuffed the Christmas tree behind the couch). Bryna’s friends were cool and one had good taste in music and common sense to bring over Pulp’s “Different Class” before making way for some Velvet Underground. I was impressed, but only mildly as I glared my glare of indifference. After much drinking, Eve, (roommate responsible for Perfume) Cassandra and I met up with the lovely Lauren and Patrick at the Madison for G&T’s and lousy service. After flagging down a waitress 3 times- at least two of which did not involve me physically snapping at her and yelling “hey!”-Cassandra went and ordered our own food. Against my better judgement, it was decided to leave her a paltry $1.32 in tips which had been rubbed on and inserted into one greasy looking chicken finger shaped like a seahorse perched atop a ssqueezable bottle of ketchup.
Festivities aside it was good for drinks and shout outs to Lauren, Patrick, and Todd with whom we reminisced potluck evenings and drinking binges with. Since the night was full of things to do, we took our leave and headed to the newest dive bar to be added to the roster: Joe Mercury’s.

"And if I have to crawl upon the floor, Come crushing through your door"

The type of place usually reserved for rummies, old men, townies, and pool hall players, our party of 12 flooded the bar and demanded satisfaction by way of karaoke. By the time we arrived, Bryna was gyrating on her own in the middle of the “dance floor” (read: walkway between bars) dancing to karaoke. And so the night continued with stellar performances by the crew and a “Step by Step” NKOTB flashback starring myself and Eve. One of the two standout performances of the evening was an old man who gave the best rendition EVER of “Lose Yourself” by Eminem. Seriously. Goodies all around. The music came on and I thought it was a mistake, but Grandpa nailed it, word for word, better than any of us could have. Of course, we all had to get up an dance to it. I think we started a trned as dancing did not seem the norm but by the end, even the locals were dancing along with us.

Not to totally brag or inflate my ego any, but the second highlight performance of the night was by none other than myself and Cassandra. Not to be taken in a “Celine Dion, I am the best singer in the world” type of bragging, but by all other accounts and high fives, we blew “Livin’ on a Prayer” away. Eve will support this statement. Totally rocked it out and had everyone dancing and singing along with us, pumping fists in the air. Even old men saluted me. And thus, we gave Joe Mercury’s a night to remember…until the next time we can get a drunk gang together on a Thursday through Sunday night.

"And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might "

The dude that was supposedly “perfect” for me because he looked like a “British rock star…like he could be in Franz Ferdinand” looked like…..

ANDRE LOISELLE. (noted Carleton "hot" film prof...which doesn't say much for C.U's film staff)

And not in a good way. And he danced like a fool.

‘Nuff said.
Yay Oscar nominations tomorrow! At least 2 of us are excited, and the rest just don’t care…

"You're a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter's night"

“It's a hard life to live, so live it well, I'll be your friend and not in pretend”
-Oooh La, The Kooks

Friday: will ye not end?

Actually I have nothing to complain about, save for my jagged tooth end cutting into my tongue. I did after all, receive a free hand lotion sample today, am listening to moderately decent music on Xfm, purchased Bloc Party tickets today, bid on 1 cent DVDs like Dawn of the Dead (Aught 4 version) on eBay, AND am currently eating a Three Musketeers chocolate bar (seriously, when was the last time YOU had one?) while whiling the rest of the afternoon twiddling my thumbs.

I actually think the time has come for me to grow weary of the Dance cave. Eve wants to go, I do not. Its not that I am tired of the skinny jean-pool- not yet anyway- its my ever growing laziness culled with, “That song? Again?!” But on the other hand, I lack a discernable social life, and am perhaps better for it, which leave me with the question of, “if I don’t go to the Dance Cave, where else will I be able to complain while more often than not, enjoying the one-two punch of “Hotel Yorba” and “The Passenger?” That, and I’m cheap so getting into the Cave for free is still alluring.

“The world can be a very big place, So be yourself don't get out of place”

Tomorrow is the less-than-promising night of Bryna’s and Lauren’s birthday celebratrios, at least the former as opposed to the latter. While contractually obligated to make an appearance at Bryna’s party since it is taking place at my humble abode afterall before the party moves on to the greener pastures of the local karaoke bar, I’m only really looking forward to the meeting of a dude who I was promised I would like. This gentleman (and I have taken to referring to men as “gents” in general this week) is, according to Bryna anyway as I was about to politely decline her stance on men given the recent incident involving the “Window Slasher”, “totally up my alley…he looks like he fell out of a British rock band.” I have two types: Not too meaty, Not too firm and Indie Rock God. Bonus points for when she told me he was “weird” because he enjoyed talking in various accents, including but not limited to pirate. Perhaps it will be love and by next post we’ll be engaged and on our way to happily wedded bliss. Or at the very least, I’ll have an amusing story to tell, probably by the time I make it to Lauren’s drink-o-rama.

“Go to Hollywood and pay the price”

I think I should go back and erase that part about listening to decent music on Xfm because “Firestarter” by Prodigy just came over the interweb airwaves. Shudder. Pushing horrible flashbacks of grade 10 boyfriend out of my head and trying to keep Three Musketeers bar down.

I’ve also made a conscious decision not to brush my hair, save for styling my 1986 flavoured bangs. Most of you are probably asking, “What? You mean up to this point you actually brushed your hair?” but I have now given up that toque weather wintry-ness is fully developed.

An hour to go ‘til Eve shows up for a Red Room dinner fiesta. I think I should look into making paper dolls of random people like Stephen Hawking, Jonas Salk or the Gentlemen of the Industrial Revolution. Or paper dolls of you.

Laters.

“Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty petticoat”

"Whenever I was a child I wondered what if my name had changed into something more productive like Roscoe"
-Roscoe, Midlake

Why do random things only seem to happen to me? I mean, who else would chip a tooth on embarrassing candy in the middle of class?

The candy in question was those Valentine’s conversation hearts that say things like, “Ur Cute” and “Let’s Talk!” Obviously, I couldn’t resist buying these candies for snacks during our film marketing class with Eve- I may not approve of V-Day, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy their goodies (word of the year!). In the middle of class in which the tables are arranged in a U-shape under glaring fluorescent lighting, I took a bite of a candy and bit into something hard. Casually spitting what I assumed was some sort of sugar-coated substance, turned out to be part of my back tooth. Great. Luckily the root isn’t exposed so I’m not in pain, although the now sharp area of my tooth is cutting my tongue. Yay! Of course, the other issue is that I don’t have medical coverage for another 3 weeks and lack a dentist in the T-dot. … And because I know you are wondering, the conversation heart candy that destroyed my mouth said, “U Go”, which is perhaps the biggest insult of all. It’s clearly a holdover from the late-90s.

Ugh. Anyway, back to polishing Gemini Awards which are heavier than you imagine. Could definitely be used for some serious seal clubbing.

UPDATE: for whatever reason, I'm still eating those conversation candy hearts. I just pulled out one that says- no word of a lie, swear on my U2 collection- "BE BOP." I'm going to keep it forever, or at least take a picture of it before I eat it.

"When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with "

“Well you must be a girl with shoes like that”
-Chelsea Dagger, The Fratellis

I forgot how gross winter was. Now that we’ve had our first winter storm and everything is thick with ice, I’m ready for spring. I’m all bundled up in my horrid fluffy boots and mittens. And I can’t seem to shake this stupid cold. I’m usually sick- if I ever am sick- for maybe 3 days at the most, but here I am a week later, still sick and still complaining about being sick. My only consolation is that it’s not the stomach flu which has been going around.

And I’ve had my first contest win of 2007: a shiny new Maybelline lip gloss. Score! I’m winning the way Borat wins Golden Globes.
Speaking of which, the GG’s weren’t that exciting except for Babel winning Best Picture, the dreadful Eddie Murphy winning Supporting Actor, Hugh Laurie with the funniest acceptance speech as I’m inclined to forget he’s both British and a comedian first and foremost, and then there was Justin Timberlake’s hilarious “acceptance” of an award on behalf of Prince, that clever imp. I’m just happy Forrest Whittaker won for Last King of Scotland which has to be one of the best performances I’ve seen in years. And the whole Tom Hanks' excessive use of the word "balls" was in a word, awesome. AND I got to see Sarsgaard (even if he looks evil here):

Now I’m ready for Oscar nominations next week. These things are important to me. It gives me somthing to think about other than what foods I would like to eat or lists.

I had a fieldtrip at work yesterday to the underground PATH to hand out hats for our show. I couldn’t give these free hats away at first. I had everything from long pauses with “No” to “Ummmm I already have lots of hats.” At the end, I was surrounded by people, their hands reaching around me, groping for a free toque or ball cap. I was in the lions den. They went wild. It was all I could do to keep from throwing the contents of the box up in the air and yelling “Scramble!” Then I went shoe shopping on company time. Whether the hats helped our ratings on CBC (not likely since it was up against the season premiere of “24” and the Globes), who cares- I got a free hat out of it and 90 minutes out of the office.

I’m already behind in my homework for my movie marketing class and it’s only the 2nd week of class. It’s nice to know some things never change.

“Call me up take me down with you”

Top 5 Songs o’ the Morn to Make Work less Miserable (aka "I need some new bands" mix):

Young Bride- Midlake
In Houston- Tapes n’ Tapes
Detective Daughter- Emily Haines
Stars of CCTV- Hard-fi
Hometown Blues- The Rifles

“That all the boys get lonely after you leave”

“Gonna be some sweet sounds coming down on the nightshift”
-Nightshift, Commodores

Sorry ya’ll. I didn’t post yesterday because I was all off work sick. I’ll make it up to you now with a late-day edition. I did get to catch up on my watching of “Diff’rent Stokes,” “Montel,” and even a documenatary on chariot racing yesterday. I also snuck in a viewing of the Don McKeller film, Last Night starring Sarah Polley…

Which brings me to the first night of the Film Marketing course at Ryerson that Eve and I are taking. The class looks awesome so far, even if I was trying to suppress my coughing fits. We are following the new Sarah Polley directed film Away from her through distribution and release. The best part is is that Sarah Polley will be a guest lecturer for one of the classes. Yay! Now Dan is so jealous that he didn’t take the class with us.

I’m sick. And bored. I’m not feeling too entertaining today so I will please you all with more pictures.

it was somehow decided that I should get gin-saturated paper moulded to my arm...I never noticed that the Light Tiger has kind of a sad/mad face. Maybe it's because of this...
...or maybe he's sad because he know he has to go back from whence he came for a year and won't have anyoen ride him or lounge upon him for a year. I imagine he lives with the Christmas decorations and the Santa Claus parade floats.

“I bet you're singing proud, oh I bet you'll pull a crowd”

"I want to go where the people dance, I want some action ... I want to live!"
-I LOVE THE NIGHTLIFE, Alicia Bridges

PICTURES!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I loves this one.

Gotta hand it to the Mod Club photographer. He takes great pictures. Although sadly, there are none of the man with his mink. But just imagine the mink man and his wrestling-influenced friends dancing along in this crowd shot to "Do You Want To."

Now for a demonstration of the Mink Dance:

Now I know I was drunk on New Years, as you can tell in this photo (it also looks like I'm not wearing any clothes)...and Patrick looks like the life of the party with his hat, drink, and beads.

But drunk or not, I don't remember this pose...

What a sight to look up to. Her mother must be so proud.

You better believe I have more pictures for other posts culled from various sources....

"Please don't talk about love tonight, Your sweet talking won't make it ri

The Heat is On
“Caught up in the action I've been looking out for you, Tell Me Can You Feel it, the heat is on Oh it's on the street”
-Glenn Frey

Welcome to Aught VII.
It’s back to a regular schedule now that everyone has departed from the T-Dot and the festivus season is over. Since most of you were either a) here to enjoy most of these events, or b) around to hear about them, I’ll just give a rundown of the highlights for those who missed out on the fun.

- News Years saw me spewing an apparent 4 times (I’m counting trips, not separate heaves) but was sober before 11pm. I’d like to credit George Harrison’s spirit for that since I rose from the table and demanded to begin dancing when “I got My Mind Set On You” started playing at the Mod Club. I have no memory of leaving my house, locking the door, checking my coat or actually getting to the Mod Club, but if I’m not going to remember something, it may as well be the filler. I blame and empty stomach and a rousing game of drinking “War” with Shane. And yes. I won the game. - A new trend emerged in the playing of random and awful songs (read: totally awesome power ballads and other crap) at the Beer Station. Thanks to a well-spent $2 I dedicated some Wham!, Foreigner, and possibly Journey to Eve and Shane. I can’t even remember the parting song we chose as we made our exit. I’m sure the establishment’s patrons new the song by heart on it’s 5th playing. Sure, it doesn’t compare to 4 in a row of “Lady in Red,” but I hope this is a trend that continues in Aught Sept.
- The concert season kicked off with Emily Haines on Saturday and I’m getting into the swing of things in the next month or so with free shows of Mobile, Elliot Brood, New Pornographers, and Sloan, and the much delayed Scissor Sisters show, Midlake, and am feverishly awaiting sales of the Kaiser Chiefs show.

- Aught Siete also gave us a visit from Natalie which resulted in some awesome shopping and dancing, as well as the discovery that CDs are on average $10 cheaper at Criminal Records than they are at HMV which bodes well for the stockpiling.
- After pitchers at the Beast, we entertained suggestions for the new Word O’ the Year. Since Aught Six’s “Wang” has now been officially retired, a front runner emerged on suggestion from Mr. McNeil: “Goodies.” We tried it out, put it to use and it has since proven most useful in it’s aptness. Aught Sieben welcomes you, “Goodies,” and wishes you the best.

- Also after several trial runs including flirtation with “Charles Darwin” and “Buster Keaton,” the cat’s name is officially Merv Griffin impending further rebuttal. Like the real Merv Griffin, I hope my Griffin becomes a game show mogul.
- New characters and identities were found for our fellow patrons of the Dance Cave and the Mod Club. Pajamma Man’s name is actually Enzo, we also started a new game called “Find Eve’s boyfriend” which is self-explanatory. There were also several skanks to be pointed out, a Samoan, “Shane’s Son,” Rivers Cuomo, Cleft-chin man, leftovers from the WWF including a man with a mink which resulted in the new mink dance.

- Also of note was Christmas which brought me books, music, and DVDs and Boxing Day which resulted in more of the same.

- We also had Lauren’s potluck which provided us with a few good rounds of the old standard “Fuck You” with some new twists for categories: Famous Theologians, Famous Peters, more pirated accents, and perhaps the most unique, the “end every sentence with a Barry Gibb orgasm” (which doubled in hilarity when it was a Barry Gibb pirate orgasm.)

I’m slowly uploading pictures online for y’all and will email the link out shortly. I got sidetracked by an iTunes overhaul which was more fun than anyone should have. But be patient my pets and a link will come.
And I think it’s apt to say a good time was had by all.

“And the beat's so loud, deep inside”

Best Mod Clubbing/Dance Caving Songs of Late:

Over and Over- Hot Chip
Around the World- Daft Punk
Tear You Apart- She Wants Revenge
Sexyback- JT
Boys & Girls- Blur

“That's a chance you take, when the heat's on you”