In honor of the St. Patrick’s day weekend, here’s Shirley Manson.
She’s WHAT? SCOTTISH?!?! Fuck it. Close enough.
Video goodness for today: The Pogues and the Dubliners doing “Irish Rover.”
Have invitations to three different parties tonight, but I couldn’t sleep at all and feel like ass so I might just bail out completely. I’m gettin’ old.
Oh, and here’s a picture of Yours Truly in the front row of a Pogues concert 364 days ago (I couldn’t make the St. Patrick’s Day show, so I saw them on the 18th instead). Pick me out of the crowd to win a Major Award!
Since Tam posted today about her favorite tees, and since I’m short of blog-worthy material at the moment, I’ll show my Loyal Readers what I’m wearing today:
Before anyone asks: Yes, I really will wear that in public. No, I don’t have a wiener dog. Yes, today is laundry day. No, I didn’t buy it for myself; it was a gift from an ex.
But really, this should surprise no one.
Have either of my two Loyal Readers had any luck treating lick granulomas on dogs? Mine’s had one for a few months, and it’s literally a 24/7 battle. I’ve consulted with the vet twice and we’ve tried antibiotics, fish oil capsules, topical creams and sprays, three different kinds of wraps, and one of those silly Elizabethan collars.
None of the treatments seem to make any difference, and he destroys any kind of bandage as soon as he’s left alone. Oh, and the Elizabethan collar? The expensive, indestructable Mylar one I bought? He literally ripped it to shreds as soon as he was out of my sight.
This thing sucks.
Ron Paul officially announced his bid for the Presidency.
So far, he’s the best candidate I’ve seen. I only wish he had a chance.
There’s now one openly nontheistic member of Congress. Next thing you know, they’ll be letting women and minorities in. It’s a slippery slope, I tell ya…
Video of The Fratellis; the song is “Chelsea Dagger.” The music isn’t bad, and the burlesque girls certainly don’t hurt.
You’ve probably heard their song “Flathead,” currently featured in a ubiquitous iPod commercial. The album, Costello Music, is pretty damn solid. It’s one of those albums with no real weak spots. Too many bands aim for 3 or 4 catchy songs that could make decent singles, then just fill up the rest of the disc with half-finished crap. These guys put out 13 GOOD songs on their first LP. I’m impressed.
The only weird bit is, they always remind me of Marc Bolan and T.Rex, and I’ll be damned if I can figure out why.
Not only is ColtCCO still alive, he has a shiny new website of his very own. Go check it out.
You can always tell a quality blog by the black theme.
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