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September 19, 2004
We did it all for the nookie
Just a wee check in from the City of Angels, the freeways of which we have spent approximately 1637 hours on in the past two days. It is common for people to be taken aback when they find out that Girl-E grew up in Southern California, wondering why on earth she would ever leave there for the East Coast. People, there are reasons. 1637 of them.
Of course, we know that right now all the people who live in Boston are thinking, "well the traffic here is the worst EVER, so she didn't gain anything in THAT department." But that's because Bostonians are brought up to think that they have the best and the worst of everything. Folks, you have NO FUCKING IDEA from traffic. None. You haven't been creeping bumper-to-bumper on the 405 at 2:00am for an hour and a half for no reason whatsoever except that there are too many damn people driving their cars. Get over yourselves.
But of course, we are nothing if not silver lining gals. And the bright side of this automotive shi-OTT is that KROQ is having Rock of the Nineties Flashback Weekend. Maybe it's just high school nostalgia, and the fact that she happens to be in California where she happened to go to high school, but it is the freaking raddist, at least insofar as it compliments her mood. 1637 hours of Nirvana, Weezer, Pearl Jam, Green Day, Limp Bizkit, Faith No More, RHCP, 311, Sublime, latter-day Depeche Mode, Jane's Addiction, Perry Ferrell's other band whose name is simply too stupid to type but put out a decent single, and just enough shit by Oasis and Bush to remind her that high school did have its low points. Oh, and just about every track from Pretty Hate Machine, which is overall, honestly, just about the best record in all of record history, even if it was released in 1989. By the way, it will do you no good to protest this assertion. As we speculate perhaps a few are moved to do. FYI, Girl-E only listened to two albums in 1991, NIN's Pretty Hate Machine and Paul Simon's Rhythm of the Saints. So don't you even try to put her in a box, oh no.
Posted by The Twins at September 19, 2004 08:58 PM
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Whatever. I was up above it.
Posted by: nikita at September 20, 2004 10:21 AM
Kinda like a cloud, you were up way up in the sky?
That is my favorite album of all time, too, probably followed by Pearl Jam's Ten. Ahhh, the 90's.
Posted by: rob at September 20, 2004 10:43 AM
Actually, it's funny you mention this...I was just reading the New England Journal of Medicine (shut up, yes I was) and they said of anyone who participates in a "best albums of all time" conversation and who's #1 choice does not rhyme with "Set Pounds;" they can actually be declared legally insane.
It's true, look it up.
Posted by: aaron at September 20, 2004 08:38 PM
N: Oh please, you were so friggin' down in it.
A: Had I managed to find someone with whom to wager a large sum of money on whether or not you would make that Pet Sounds comment, I would be a rich rich lady.
R: That needle's already in my eye, bro
Posted by: EV at September 20, 2004 11:15 PM
The truth is nothing if not predictable.
Posted by: aaron at September 21, 2004 06:24 PM
Dude, I know you're all "Mr. Indie Rock" and that crap, but Pet Sounds is totally overrated.
Posted by: Jeff at September 22, 2004 01:19 PM
Yo, this site is a no-flame zone. No dissing on other visitors. Only I can do that.
Posted by: EV at September 22, 2004 03:56 PM