BITE INTO THIS: Glass Candy

I heart this group. I rlly do. This band has been doing their thang for awhile now but this is the year that I became a huge fan. Like HUGE! Their sound is part of the resurgent Italo-disco sound (like Sally Shapiro, Farah, and The Chromatics--also faves of mine) that has emerged in recent years which I don't hear often anywhere except on off-nights in hipster bars. Nevertheless, the sound is supposed to be dance music after dark (Ok?) or dark dance music. Whatev! The music is kick-ass with lots of synths and haunting female voices. Below are some videos by Glass Candy, The Chromatics and Miss Sally doing what they do best:

Glass Candy "Beautific"


Glass Candy "Geto Boys"


The Chromatics "In The City"


Sally Shapiro "Time To Let Go"

RAINY DAYS AND MONDAYS: Muppets Who Love to Fuck!

So I told you I was a YouTube whore and this is one gem proving it. Trust, I love Peaches' hit as much as the next indie/electro kid but this is just ridic! Finally, Miss Piggy has a proper forum to express all that pent-up sexual tension. Gotta love it.....

JOB HUNTING MALAISE: CRAIGSLIST, I'M SO OVER YOU!!!!

It's true. My patience is wearing thin and I'm becoming super-p.o.'d! Craigslist you suck major cock dude! Today's economy sucks. I understand this fact. I also understand the fact that I made the decision to move to the CV where job opportunities are limited. (Sidenote: In fact, two weeks after I moved MSN published an article announcing the worst cities in these united of states to find a job. Guess what y'all? Modesto, Stockton, Merced, and Fresno all came up. WTF does this all mean? Well, those are all the biggest cities surrounding me in little ol' Patterson. I know. I'm fucked!) But would it kill all those job-helping resources to actually do their job and help me find a job. Srsly! I mean I have only been actively searching Craigslist for a job in this area for about a month but all I get are annoying email responses that want me to upload my resume through another site (then why send you the resume in the first place?) or ask me to go to a credit score website where I can then post my credit card info and my social security number (are you fucking kidding me?). Come on, folks! Is this really the best you can do? Are we really so afraid of communicating or believing future employees that we'd rather dupe them into getting scammed rather than taking their word and judging for ourselves (which is why they have those little things called interviews, remember those? or has that gone out of fashion in the hiring process as well?) It's all so frustrating and I blame you Craigslist, you sonovabitch, you! You helped me in the past, remember? My last place was because of you (even if it was a tiny shithole, it was my tiny shithole!) You also helped me find my last job in the yay area. (Awe! The sweet blood bank!) But I move over here and this is the best you can offer me? I'm severely disappointed. And don't get me started with the staffing agencies. You guys suck equal cock too!!! (I'm feeling better already!) What is a boy to do? Idk. Do you? Have any ideas? Anyone. Someone. Let me know. I WILL find a way to browse the internet and be paid for it at the same time. Trust!!!

RAINY DAYS AND MONDAYS: Water Drops On Burning Rocks

So here we go with another Monday and instead of being really depressed because (for most of us) the real world has come back a knockin' I have decided to post the shiznik that makes me smile--and hopefully you'll agree!!!! Below is one of the most awesome scenes I have seen in film in a really long time. The clip is from Francois Ozon's film Water Drops on Burning Rocks and the movie rocks. I haven't really seen too many of Ozon's films but the two that I have (this one and the brilliantly mysterious Swimming Pool) are smart and very engaging. Building on top of great acting performances (with the consistently wonderful Ludivine Sagnier being one of them) Water Drops' characters explore issues of love, sex, and heartbreak with passion, comedy, and plenty of bedroom action. Never one to shy away from the ridiculous this hilarious dance sequence left me with the an ear-to-ear smile filled with unabashed stupid joy. Everything from the impossibly catchy disco song to Sagnier's adorable and contagious enthusiasm is perf. Enjoy!

Another One Bites The Dust...

Or at least that's exactly how I felt when I made the decision to move back home. After graduating from university earlier this year quite a few people I knew made the trek out of the city, most returning to the land where they were from before we all decided to embark on this strange and exhilarating journey known as COLLEGE. The only thing is that I never thought I would be one of the them. I didn't entertain any ideas coming back to the CV (Central Valley y'all). Why would I? The only thing waiting for me there is my family. Period. SuckaFree City is my home now. Mission was my hood (even though I lived in San Bruno). All my friends were in the city. I worked all my shit jobs in the city. I volunteered at the most amazing events and organizations in the city. I would graduate from university in the city. Why would I leave the city? Simple. Uh, well, not really. You see, in the middle of finishing my degree, partying with my friends, and trying to be the person I wanted to be I became tired and anxious and unhappy. When I first moved to SF, I used to bask in the enormity and newness of the city. Six years later there was no time to bask in anything except how to pay my bills without becoming homeless or having my car towed (yes, I had a car which was a totally bad experience thanks to those most dutiful ticket officers that seem to be on every street driving those stupid golf cars that annoy even non-car owners when they past by.) I guess I could say being constantly broke in the most expensive city in these united of states (is it any surprise everyone is moving to Austin or Portland) sucked. And as my generation's luck seemed to be only getting better ever since that dude from Texas ascended on the white house, the economy blows a huge load of (enter your noun here) in my face. Thanks, Bush! I always knew you were something special since no one voted for you and you still got the job. But as much as fun as it is to blame obvious nimrods like our former president (emphasis on the former...Obama baby!) more was at play. I felt stifled and trapped. And not just at work. In everything. I needed to get out. And suddenly moving home was more than just an option. It became the only option. An option to chillax and refocus. And here I am a month and a half later doing just that. This blog is the testament of that: a boomerang kid an increasing phenomena consisting of a son or daughter that returns home after being away at college for an extended period of time. I love that title because it is at once both ridiculous and cool. Holler to your mama, I'm out!