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This afternoon, there was a gaggle of nutjobs conspiracy theorists misinformed people protesting outside my place of work.
I wanted to go outside, shake my fists and chant a few rounds of “Kill Whitey,” but I didn’t–it was like 100+ degrees F outside!
Well, it looks like the music media was wrong and weezer isn’t breaking up.
“I certainly don’t see them becoming Weezer songs.” This is a misquote. The writer unfortunately didn’t record my words exactly but rather paraphrased them according to his understanding–and sometimes misunderstanding. In this particular case, what I meant was that the soccer song, “Our Time will Come”, certainly won’t be on a Weezer album. The verses are about particular players and situations in US Soccer history and wouldn’t be appropriate for that purpose. I imagine it would be recorded by Weezer and given directly to the soccer federation. The rest of the songs, though, are definite contenders for a Weezer record.
People can stop telling me they’re sorry.
Ever since that infamous MTV interview first appeared two weeks ago, I’ve had a number of people I know (and some I don’t) tell me they’re sorry that weezer’s breaking up.
The condolences are nice, but unnecessary. =w= drummer (and the only member of the band I haven’t met)Pat Wilson posted an interesting response on his blog:
What is up with all the crazy bad journalism drawn from Rivers interview? I can assure you that =w= is fully intact. I know this because I am in Weezer. The glaring proof that today’s media is shallow reveals itself in this simple fact: not one person called me to ask my opinion. Which is cool cuz I would have made up some fantastic lie about becoming an Antarctic explorer.
Of course, if he had told some MTV “journalist” that, he’d be on the next airplane to the South Pole.
So I was in Chipolte for lunch today and I hear a Tejano version of Hall and Oates’ “I Can’t Go For That.”
I guess bad music knows no cultural boundaries.
Weezer fans are nervous after a recent mtv report hinting that the days of the weez may be over.
In the article, recently-married Rivers Cuomo says “Really, for the moment, we are done. I’m not certain we’ll make a record again, unless it becomes really obvious to me that we need to do one.”
While there is a hint of finality in that quote, it’s really nothing different from what he’s said in the past. In interviews from last fall and earlier this year, Rivers said he’s looking forward to taking some time off to enjoy married life. Not to mention, to take a lot of time meditating. This is no different from what he said months ago–he’s just choosing not to comment on the future.
Of course I don’t want to see the band call it quits. If this is the end, I think I’m fine with it. They’ve given a lot of great music (even though there’s more out there still unheard).
But I really don’t think this is the end. In the past, after other albums, the future of the band was always uncertain (except following the green album, when Rivers was in world domination mode), but they’ve always found their way back together. In the past two years, the band has been more creative and more unified than ever. And Make Believe has given the band its two highest-charting hits ever. I just don’t think this is it.
By the way, I love how everyone jumps on these stories, not caring at all about accuracy. I mean, “his move to Japan“? Do some freakin research sometime!
It’s been almost two months since the end of season five of 24.
This week, I believe marks the first time we’ve gotten any information about next season. And I’m not going to run down any casting rumor or plot rumor, but this one’s interesting.
Some news Web sites are reporting that Peter MacNicol has signed on for next season.
I didn’t recognize the name at first, until I checked him out on imdb. The role I was most familiar with of his was as the mentally disturbed art restorer in Ghostbusters II.
I think as long as he doesn’t worship a painting of Ira Gaines, speak with some weird Eastern European accent or get slimed, he’ll do fine.
Just got home.
Something different was in the air: silence.
The beep is gone. And I am happy at the prospect of a decent night’s sleep tonight.
Had the beep continued, I was considering giving my next blog entry the titualr line of “I Can’t Fight This Beeping Anymore” after the horrible, horrible song with a similar titular line.
The saga of the beep is getting worse.
The whatever device in my neighbor’s apartment kept up it’s every ten second beeping pattern until about 5:30 this morning. At 5:30, the device started one long, much louder, uninterrupted beep that has continued until at least noon.
The only thing I can think of it being is their smoke detector is running low on batteries. But eventually, they’d have to run out- wouldn’t they?
It’s like Chinese water torture, but with sound. If I go crazy, you won’t have to wonder why. It’s because of this beep.
My life is becoming a Seinfeld episode.
Starting Thursday afternoon, I started noticing this beep coming from the apartment next to mine. Every ten seconds, I’d hear this loud, sharp beep from next door. It’s loud enough you can hear it in the hall way and throughout my apartment. And it’s just one quick beep every ten seconds.
Well, I haven’t seen my neighbors all week. And the beep has continued day and night, annoying the hell out of me.
Unlike Elaine and the alarm clock, I don’t think there are any shared outlets between the two apartments. And I don’t have a crazy Kramer-style neighbor I can convince to stick a paperclip in a socket, even if there was one.
Say this started Thursday afternoon around 5. Since then, it’s beeped more than 16,000 times.
So I’m left being driven crazy by this beep-wondering two things:
-What kind of device beeps every ten seconds for days on end?
-What type of sadistic mind would invent a device that beeps every ten seconds for days on end?
If any one knows, please tell me.
The Kingdom would like to wish a happy birthday to the United States of America. I hope everyone out there has a great Fourth of July. I’m just happy to have electricity again.
Also, Happy Birthday to George Steinbrenner. Another candle in the big calzone for the Boss.