Here's What I'm Currently Staring At

Found this on BoingBoing this morning. It is kind of brilliant. It's a line of clothing for women that has tiny embroidered statements like "No Time To Fuck" on Anthropologie-like shirts.

Oh my god. Anthropologie is the worst store in the world. It's hell on earth for dudes. I would rather sit on a pile of Tampons talking about weddings and babies at the grocery store while reading Us Weekly and People magazine for three hours than spend ten minutes in that store. I hate that I know that Jaime Pressly had a boy and named him Dezi after Desi Arnaz because I had to look up that link URL. Wait, isn't she on that show My Name is URL? That is the worst nerd joke ever.

Couple Things:
Ratt - Invasion of Your Privacy starts off so fucking fierce it should get some kind of hair metal medal. For proof, just listen to "Lay It Down." When you look down, after the song is over, you will notice that your socks are gone because they were just rocked off. In some cases, your cock will be out because you were subconsciously in the state known as Rock Out With Your Cock Out in some circles. Seriously, Lay It Down will take the paint off the side of your house if you aim your stereo speakers at it.

Second thing, is Joanna Newsome. I'm late to this train, but I'm pretty blown away by her Ys album. She sounds like Bjork with a dick at a Renaissance Faire. Notice the "e" on the end of that. Her lyrics are deep, quirky and interesting all backed by a harp. I read somewhere that Van Dyke Parks did the strings on this album, as well. I'm getting soft, but this album has been getting played a lot. It's just interesting, I guess, in a way that Dave Matthews can't even be in his dreams. Ben & Jerry's should change the Dave Matthews Band flavor of ice cream to vanilla. Or, even better, French vanilla, so not only is it boring, but it's shitty, too.