Cellphones are the new lighters.

Went to go see the Yeah Yeah Yeahs last night, and at one particularly Rocktastic moment in the show, I noticed that the dull blue hum of camera phones have replaced the cigarette lighter as the token expression of appreciation. You've done it - at a particularly good moment in the show, you raise a lighter, hold it over your head, look around you at all the other lighters, and then say, 'Whoa! Look at all the other lighters!' You know you've done it. Don't lie.

Anyway, didn't see one lighter last night, but every time something happened worthwhile on stage, out came the camera phones, raising their heads like tiny blue fish from the churning sea of people on the floor. It was actually quite beautiful - the living embodiment of rock fandom in the 21st century. If I owned a camera phone, well... you probably know what I'm going to say next.

Hurleyummsh!

Thanks a bunch, Deep Dish.

Just spent 20 minutes doing this, so be happy.

Adding new links to the 'Sites I Dig' section, that is. They're right over there, in the right-hand column. Yeah, there.

This week's featured new blog link is 'Diablo Cody's Pussy Ranch', the blog of office-clone-turned-pole-dancer Diablo Cody. Ain't her real name, but who cares? It kicks ass. Here she is being, um, candid on her new home pole -



She wrote a book called 'Candy Girl: A Year In The Life Of An Unlikely Stripper', and although I haven't read it yet, I certainly would if you bought it for me. Heh. She was on Letterman a few weeks ago, and unlike most strippers, she doesn't seem to be a complete idiot. And strong, too! It takes muscles from hell to work a stripper pole like that, don't ya think?



Never mind.

Turdy-three.

Good god, did I just turn thirty-three? I guess I did.

I feel about as 33 as I do 117 - that is, not at all. When does this 'stupid kid' feeling stop? When do I start worrying about dumb shit like mortgages and stuff? Actually, fuck that. When do I start doing things like going to bars to meet people? And then failing miserably at it? Career woes? Buying my first couch? (I've done that already, but you get my point.) Goddamnit, when does my 'Sex In The City' life begin? Hopefully never. I hate that fucking show.

Anyway, happy b-day to me! YAY!

















TIMMAH!