i just saw a  band on myspace called Dying Behind the Ghosts of Angels.  Best band name ever?  From what I know angels are sort of ghosts already right?  so this is some extremely deep, meta-metaphysics already,  and then they throw in the preposition. . . i mean if you are dying, and somehow this involves second order spectral beings does it really matter if you are dying behind them or in front of them or even "among'" a few of them?  How about Dying 'within' the ghosts of angels? A more pleasant way to go or worse? If you guys are out there googling your name I want some answers!

some kind of Cirque du Soleil wannabe act is coming to ann arbor this month. they are called Strange Fruit.   now if you must be a goofball, new-age mime suspended on a tall flexible pole you should not name your act after a famous song about lynching.  that is just offensive

my new years resolution was to be more forthcoming about embarrassing things about myself on semi-anonymous web things. .  so in that spirit:  I have been watching Top Design.  and more: I pretty much only been watching because i think Andrea is smokin.  I cant believe they eliminated her in favor of that Austin Powers themed piece of crap of a room!!!   that is all for now

   has anyone made that joke yet? 

I'm not trying to make this "funny magazine cover blog" or anything,  but . . . I present you the most unfortunate use of acronym in a woman's issues magazine title

this is what i have been doing all day.  50 songs!  i think this is the best one yet.  and it has "Take on Me". .  maybe the best karaoke song ever.  will be organizing a party soon for this

For the past year and a half i have been driving around with only one working windshield wiper.  When it rains it gives my passenger the feeling of being hurled into the unknown which, i think, builds a sense of trust . . .Anyway today i found out that it was just a loose bolt and it took just a minute to fix.  

So,  from my vantage point here at the library i can tell that Ugg boots are finally on the way out. Sightings are at 5 pair/hour down from 15-20 this time last year (despite this unusually cold October.)

Even more than the sheer drop in numbers though is the diminished bravado of the girls who do wear them:  Folding them down to create the fuzzy ankle weight look seems frowned upon now and the arctic-llama-fur variety are gone.  all the signs of decline.

"Hard Tail Forever" pants are still as popular as ever though. I hope they never go away

There is a lot of teen homelessness in ann arbor.  i only say this because 3 kids asked me for money today.  They were all around 15 or 16.  It is hard to convince anyone that you are starving though when you are wearing a clean Pixies t shirt and there is styling gel in your hair.  
The longevity of the Pixies baffles me.  also the Violent Fems.  It is probably how the baby boomers feel about the Doors and Pink Floyd I suppose.

I also had this idea today for insomniacs like myself:  It is always easiest to sleep when you know that you have to get up or stay up for something.  So what if there was some kind of service that would take your calendar every month and reschedule everything.  Then shuffle your real obligations with a bunch of false ones.  Then you would fall asleep before them all but they would give you a wake up call before all the real ones.  ??!   eh?

So I stayed up all night last night in order to go to court this morning to face the grave punishment for the equally grave crime of having 9 people at my house eating fondue.  Why stay up all night?  Because i knew there was no way i could wake up by 8am,  and i also thought it might help to be bleary and half asleep at court.  

The courtroom was this cheesy little annex with some wood benches, a podium, a judge, and a lady who was pretending to be a stenographer,  (but I happen to know that you can't do that by leaning your head on your shoulder and typing with one finger,  so i don't know who she thought she was fooling.)  The docket this morning was 4 noise violations,  a driving with suspended license, and one urinator in public, who didn't speak English so that was an awkward proceeding. The judge has to read this whole rigmarole for each of us about "do you understand your rights" and " if you stand mute a plea will be entered for you" and all this crap. . .  . . . up until this point I had been feeling really jilted by the  system but seeing this poor judge,  well he definitely has the worst, most depressing job in the world and he had to go through law school to get it,  so I started to feel so much better. . .   strange kind of empathy I have.  

Anyway,  paid my $150 bucks, got some sleep, and now i am fully reformed and rehabilitated