Big Trouble in Dd.

Hey peeps, Sammy over at Dd needs some word spreadin':

"Currently, the link to "www.bigdlittled.com" is dead, dead, dead. This is because I registered the site's name with RegisterFly.com, which has apparently started falling apart. Worse, I can't just up and leave--because RegisterFly has imploded, I can't even get the company to enter an "unlock" request so that I can move the site name. For the time being, PLEASE SPREAD THE WORD that the site is still up at http://samred.com/bigdlittled ... sorry for the inconvenience. Hopefully I can get this resolved before too long. Ugh. -SM"

R U Emo?

K, seriously. This might be the worst a.) reporter ever b.) "news" story or c.) joke. Whichever, it was definitely a slow news day. I feel for you, peeps of Grand Forks.

Thanks to Jake for this one.

an open letter to mick jagger

dear mick,

i'm sorry. really i am. i had no idea. maybe i've just been living in a bubble, but i've always associated you and your lovely band with crap tunes like "start me up" and "satisfaction", and i hate those songs. i really do. for some reason i'd never associated your finer works with "the stones", as the kids like to call you and your lot, so i just always assumed i didn't like you guys. i may have even thrown the word "hate" out there once or twice, but i'd like to take it back. i just didn't know any better.

i mean, really. how was i to know that "sympathy for the devil" was that song that i kept hearing EVERYWHERE? i knew you guys had a song by that name, but, i gotta tell you, nothing about that song tells me that it would be titled "sympathy for the devil". i just figured it had a different name, one that i always forget. my bad.

it all just comes down to the fact that, though i have liked many of your songs for a long time, i just never attributed them to you. i never made the song -> title -> band association that seemed to make sense to everyone else. blame my dad -- he was a beatles man. i think i even thought "ruby tuesday" was a beatles song....

now that i think about it, i've pretty much associated all of your songs (the good ones i mean) to other nameless 60s and 70s bands. i just tied you guys to the stadium rock stuff. that and jerry hall, but hey, everyone makes mistakes, right? somewhere along the line, i got into my head that songs like "beast of burden" and "fool to cry" were van morrison songs. i know, that sounds a little odd and i'm not entirely sure where it came from (and i'm starting to wonder if i even like van morrison anymore), but it would explain why i could never find the songs on any of his greatest hits compilations. what can i say, i can be a big tard sometimes.

so, i'm sorry about all that stuff i said before. you guys are pretty damn cool. please let the rest of the guys know that i didn't mean it when i said i didn't like them. it was all just an honest mistake. you seem like nice enough guys and your music's good stuff. no hard feelings?

jen

p.s. i'm still not paying a hundred bucks for a ticket to see you guys though.

Dwayne Wade, or, Wherein I Go All Sports On Your Asses

DWade is a crybaby. I realize it's a bit late in the day, but whatever, after last night's overly dramatic display, I had to say it. Course, now, I'll sound like an asshole considering Wade might go in for surgery to correct this dislocated shoulder business, but I still hold that there's no real reason he had to be wheelchaired off the court last night like a granny in a lapshawl. Dirk would've walked. IJS.

Tonight

Wobert, A Life in Comments

Ok, so over at Unfair Park, we've got safely be best string of comments ever. Check it out. Dunno which cracks me up more. The name, the champagne comment, the holy spell checker or how much none of it has to do with Tracy Rowlett.

Mmm, Want My Extra Jar of Salmonella?

Yeah, so Jen reminded me a few minutes ago to check my peanut butter. (I was warned yesterday by copy-ed Michelle who possessed one jar of the tainted glug, but had forgotten to check the pantry what with last night's Mavs game. Yay Mavs!, by the way.) Anyway, I grab the near-empty jar of Peter Pan Honey Roast Creamy as well as the spare full jar and yeah, BOTH have the ill-fated 2111 code printed on the lid! Um, seriously. I may or may not have eaten almost a full jar of salmonella-ed PB. Nice. Just my luck. Luckily, no one's had to hold my hair back or anything but I had noticed quease after four straight days of PB sand dinners week before last. Ew.

In other news, Jen has an odd insect bite on her finger. She would like contributions of Calomine, anti-inflammatories and a powerful antidote...or anecdote, whatever works. Right on. Bye.

Come Back!

Come back to Brokeback, er, Cold Mountain.

not to make you feel bad for us...

but we here at suck it are broken. and broke, but that's beside the point. well, kind of relevant, but whatever.

as nerver rolls around all achy with what i can only assume is a new strain of that outbreak virus, i am learning about the joys of an impacted wisdom tooth. it feels rather wretched, and i have already run the gamut of crying/dry heaving/surliness because of the pain. really, can't one of you bring soups and medicines to live oak's version of melrose place to make us feel better? i think there are episodes of jeopardy tivoed to bribe you with... we have excellent answer and question skills. and cats and a dog that will act like they love you more than their favorite toys.

question: what makes my presciption company (medco, the bastards) think it's ok to charge me a $65 copay for pills that only cost $42 market, essentially pocketing the difference? really? a mere two months ago they only charged me $25 a month, but hey, i guess that wasn't good enough for them. bastards. i guess they expect me to go to the pharmacy and just pretend i don't have insurance, that way i'll only have to pay the $42 that it actually costs. please, just give me a generic why don't you!?!? do other people have these kinds of problems? i mean doesn't "co-pay" imply that i should only have to pay for part of something, rather than the whole thing, and then a little extra to boot?

on the brightside -- if you accidentally spill hot chocolate all over your desk and into your keyboard, david's only a hop, skip and a jump away from a stash of replacements. my new keyboard is so nice -- they keys aren't as clangy as the last one. and it's so clean!

Pills, Chills and Bodyaches

I feel icky. Head and limbs exceptionally heavy. Chilled, yet my face and eyes are burning. This is my post for the day. I apologize. I am but a lump.

Repeating in head: I may not feel my best today, but I'll sleep it off and feel much better tomorrow.

Fingers crossed it works. Now someone hand me a Slanket.

That's It?

K, so some of these local acts that have now learned--now that the first official SXSW band list has been released--that they'll be heading to Austin come March. But I think you'll agree with me that there are several worthy bands missing from this list of locals. Hopefully that will be remedied before the schedule is finalized.

(as I already posted here, to be fair)
Best Fwends (Fort Worth)
Bavu Blakes (Garland)
Bosque Brown (Fort Worth)
Bowling for Soup (Denton)
Doyle Bramhall (Dallas)
The Burden Brothers (Dallas)
The Drams (Denton)
Fair to Midland (Dallas)
Robert Gomez (Denton)
Hogpig (Denton)
The Hourly Radio (Dallas)
Marked Men (Denton)
Midlake (Denton)
Money Waters (Dallas)
The Mullens (Dallas)
Nayrok (Dallas)
Bobby Patterson (Dallas)
Play-N-Skillz (Dallas)
Radiant (Dallas)
Rocket Summer (Fort Worth)
Carmen Rodgers & Geno Young (Dallas)
Ray Sharpe (Dallas)
The Strange Boys (Dallas)
St. Vincent (Dallas)
The Theater Fire (Fort Worth)

A while back over at Dd, Sammy had a great post on who he thought deserved a coveted conference spot. If you missed it, check it out now.

more sinful than i thought

so there's this blog that i luuuuv called indexed, but that could be because i'm part dork, part smartass, just like jessica. with nothing but a pen and index cards, she makes all these venn diagrams, line graphs, and more that manage to make me fall out of my chair laughing every time i check out the site. 5th grade logic problems were never this fun.

my favorite for the week (i think it was actually last week though): we're all going to hell, in which we learn how well the sins can mix. can you imagine the seven sequel that could come out of this?

Dr. Stringz!!

As I look forward to the official release of Andrew Bird's Armchair Apocrypha (ah, another one of my favorite words), I was super stoked when YouTube/Pitchfork Media perusal-pro Noah showed me this little gem. It's Mr. Bird owning the violin (of course), guitar, mandolin and all stringed instruments (as well as a killer whistle) on Jack's Big Music Show:



See, we already loved the nighttime version of Noggin ("The N") thanks to its airing of Degrassi: The Next Generation, but now I'm gonna have to love the little kids' channel too. (After all, what other channel has kids' show with a puppet playing a hammered dulcimer?)

Creepy and Awesome: Two Separate Topics.

Firstly: Two words: mummy baby. This is super creepy and yet simultaneously enthralling. I want answers. I need to know. It's that damn morbid curiosity creeping up on me. Kinda like it did when Carlton Stowers freaked us all out with this mystery. (Side note: If you've never read Stowers' Sins of the Son, you should do so immediately. It's autobiographical true crime like no other.)
K, now that's done.

Secondly: I heart Tio's Tortas. It reigns. Fries are crispy and not greasy. Sandwiches are freakin' zandwiches for cryin' out loud. (I had the "Milanese.") Lots of food. Cheap. Agua frescas are scrumpsh. Condiment bar replete with goodness. After many recommendations, I finally went today. Muy bueno. I shall return.

Early Spring?

Yep. According to Spring expert Punxsutawney Phil anyway. Damn, I love that groundhog. And this one (minus that horrible actress, of course).

mark your calendar

i have LOTS to talk about with you guys, but i only have a sec, so we should all bask in the glow of the great news that the last harry potter book will be released july 21st. yay!

Farewell, Ms. Molly Ivins.

One of the reasons I ever wanted to write for a newspaper, Molly Ivins, died last night. Sure, The New York Times has this lovely obit, but do yourself a favor and read this remembrance by the great Jim Schutze. It's vulnerable, honest, honorary and just flat-out wonderful.