who dat? contest.

none today

last game:


catsup, hoes down

So first of all, I want to give a little plug for a band I just discovered, Eastern Youth. Japanese Rock. I saw a video a week ago on some obscure local cable channel and I was mesmerized. Can't find their music online anywhere, or in records stores from LA to Berkeley -- unless I'm looking in the wrong places. Anyway, I downloaded some songs from Napster today, having idiotically forgotten about that simple temporary solution. Anyway. They rule. If you wanna hear some, my handle is steedog at Napster, or just search Eastern Youth yourself. (Oh, but if you go through my files, just know that Castle In A Cloud and Parents Just Don't Understand and Thriller were for a show I did. Thank you.)

Oh, and I heard today about a very odd settlement. Seems that some California government agency sued the Heinz Corporation for putting about 2% less ketchup than they promised to bottles in the state over the last decade. So now, they have to pay some money, and, put 1% more ketchup than promised in bottles in California for a while. Score!

OK, so I was going to continue with the MTV 100 Greatest Song Countdown today, but, I got distracted by the best television show ever. David Blaine, Frozen in Time! Magic Man David Blaine had been entombed in ice in Times Square for three days, and tonight they chiseled him out. But before that we got a whole hour of Lynn Swann's speech impediment, celebrity guests like Kevin Spacey, Uma Thurman, and Michael J. Fox wishing David well, and bits of street magic from David himself, including bringing a pigeon back to life. I can't talk too much about it because Pamie's doing a recap of it for MBTV. And anyway, I have a new $treet to start on... not like anyone cares. Ooh, but I'm setting up coffee right now with one of the cast members of Road Rules, which I recapped until it ended recently. She liked the recaps and emailed. It should be interesting. Actually, I half expect when I show up to meet her that the other five cast members will be waiting and they'll jump me and beat the crap out of me. But then again, that would be a fun lawsuit, huh? Stee vs. the cast of Road Rules: Maximum Velocity Tour. I smell big Court TV bucks.

And in other David news. David Spade got jumped and the crap beat out of him by an employee who broke into his house and shocked him with a stun gun. I guess he took Just Shoot Me a bit too literally.

My pick for topic of the day at Three Way Action:

What do you think about the 100 Greatest Pop Songs list?

The Robert Downey Jr. Happy Song Corner

When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye. You're just like an angel. Your skin makes me cry. You float like a feather, in a beautiful world. I wish I was special. You're so fucking special. But I'm a creep. I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here. I don't care if it hurts. I want to have control. I want a perfect body. I want a perfect soul. I want you to notice. When I'm not around. You're so fucking special. I wish I was special. But I'm a creep. I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here. She's running out again. She's running out. She's run run run running out. Whatever makes you happy. Whatever you want. You're so fucking special. I wish I was special. But I'm a creep. I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here. I don't belong here... speaking of which. Get out of my kitchen! Oh, it's you. I've just been a bit- hey, look at that tree outside, there. That's a special tree with meaning and substance and all sorts of things behind it, you know. Are you judging me? Don't judge me. Hey, you want some pasta? I'll make you pasta. Would you like some pasta? No, I'm serious. I'll make you some. I can cook like the master chefs of France. I have ants in my pants. My Bonnie lies over the ocean. My Bonnie lies over the sea. My Bonnie lies over the ocean. So won't you have tea in my chalet? Oh, that didn't rhyme, did it? I'm in trouble now. Are you going to spank me? Just kidding. Hey, you know something? It's warm in here. Are you warm? I could make you some pasta if you're warm. Ooh, that didn't really make sense, did it? Ha. Oh. Have you heard this song? You have to hear this song now where is the fucking cd player? Damn it! Oh, I think Indio broke it. Where is Indio? Oh, right. At his "mother's" house. Good. Good. More pasta for us!
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