Oh my god. What a day. Exhausting but excellent.

Things I Love:
1) This city
2) My iPod
3) My life

In that order. Anyway, made it out to Manhattan for the first time since getting down there. I can't explain it, but just walking out of the subway, the moment you get above ground and are thrown into the thick of things, there's a moment every time that makes me feel so alive. I went up there to get my student ID from the Graduate Center, so after doing that first thing (nice building, by the way), I decided to do some sightseeing. Visited the New York Public Library (beautiful architecture) and a couple of nearby parks. On my way to Manhattan, I read a blurb (which is like a mini-article, Michelle) about an art exhibit by Mark Mothersbaugh. Mark (we're not on a first-name basis, mind you, I just don't want to write out that last name again) was the lead singer of Devo (funky New Wave with weird red funnel hats that sung "Whip It") and he has also scored all of Wes Anderson films (Royal Tenenbaums, Life Aquatic). Despite being an accomplished artist, the catch is that he is severely near-sighted; he was even "declared" legally blind as a child. That said, I thought to myself, "How cool that I can just check this out on a whim?" So I went. The entrance to this gallery was a single door in between a cafe and a convience store, so needless to say it took a while to find. Talk about a hole in the wall. The entrance leads to this bar area (which had a very charming condemned quality to it) where there was absolutely no one. One scruffy looking guy finally came out of (literally) nowhere and said hello. I told him I was there for the exhibit and he directed me to the back of the establishment. The whole thing was kind of broke-ass, but a couple of the paintings were pretty interesting (I took a couple pics on my phone, once I figure out how to transfer them, I'll try and post 'em). But the thing I really love about this city is even when something goes wrong (I got slightly lost between the subway and the exhibit), there's a good likelihood you'll run into something awesome that equals it all out; I discovered a very cool record shop (called Other Music) directly across from a Tower Records that ate up 45 wonderful minutes of my life. Alas, I am a cheap ass and didn't buy anything, mostly due to the fact that I knew I was going to pick up the Special Edition of Interpol's Antics on the way home (which is seemingly scrumpous I must add).

Sorry, that was way longer than I thought it would be, but I thought it was an amusing anecdote, and one representative of my experience over here so far.

By the way, while my futon mattress is intimidatingly huge (I'm hoping that it'll flatten out a bit after some use), it is delicious.

Oh yeah, I found a faster way home from the Queens mall/Target/Best Buy complex. Saves at least 10 minutes for the walk. I rock.

Guess it's time to stop buying baby carrots.

No cuts for you!
I love the randomness of my iPod. I also love discovering new songs:

SR-71 - Non-Toxic
I'm one of those things you save forever but never need
Like an old newspaper no one has time to read
This child has grown into a dead end
Since I lost the power to pretend

But it's alright, that's who I am inside
Not much to say on this non-toxic, ordinary day

That's no superhero standing right in front of us
So take this pocket full of kryptonite and beat it back to Metropolis
There's only room for one on this microphone
In my finest hour I'm still alone

But old news can change, as memories float downstream
So don't judge me by my failures, only by my dreams


Eh, that's my hope and despair all rolled into one neat little ball. At least I know which one will prevail. And this one just keeps coming back around for another go. This one is going in the vaults:

Snow Patrol - Run
I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done

And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do

Light up...

Slower slower
We don't have time for that
All I want is to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads

Have heart my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

i am waiting for things to go wrong/i'm waiting for familiar results...
OK, so everyone blew an update-nut the past couple of days, so I didn't want to miss the train.

I hate not having the internet.

Maybe it’s just because I’ve been kind of lonely the last couple days, but why the hell eat out at a restaurant with another person if all you’re going to do is read a trashy romance novel while you eat in silence?

I feel so overwhelmed. It's so loud in this diner and I've got so many things, so many people floating through my brain. So much to do and twice the options.

I need quiet. I need distraction.

I feel like I'm being born right here, right now, sitting in this diner, writing this. Not a clean, tidy spiritual renewal ripe with epiphanies and doors opening, but instead a much more realistic delivery. The blood, sweat, and tears that move this machine and the faith that I made the right choice.

- First off, headlines:

FIONA APPLE RETURNS

FIONA APPLE will release her long-delayed third album, "Extraordinary Machine," on October 4th. The singer-songwriter began recording the follow-up to 1999's "When the Pawn . . ." with producer JON BRION (AIMEE MANN, KANYE WEST) in 2003, but the album was shelved by Epic. Though eleven songs from "Extraordinary" surfaced online, Apple continued work on the set with producers MIKE ELIZONDO
(DR. DRE, SNOOP DOGG) and BRIAN KEHEW (BECK, EELS). The twelve-track CD will include new material, as well as reworked versions of the songs leaked online.

(Longest six years of my life. I heart Fiona.)

P. Diddy Shortens Name to Diddy

Rap mogul Sean 'P. Diddy' Combs has unveiled his new stage moniker - he wants to be called just Diddy. Combs - who changed his name from Puff Daddy and Puffy before adopting the name P. Diddy in 2001 - announced his moniker change in New York City yesterday. He tells MTV News, "It's five letters, one word. The name is changed. We made it simpler. We removed the P. The P was getting in between us. We're entering the age of Diddy. A lot of my peeps in music been calling me Diddy, so it's not a drastic change for them. But people around the world didn't know what to call me. We was at (Madison Square Garden) rocking with Jay-Z. The last time I was there, half the crowd was chanting 'P Diddy', half the crowd chanting 'Diddy'. We gonna stop the confusion. 'Diddy. Diddy, Diddy!' Simple. To the point and it sounds strong. It sounds like something is about to happen. It sounds like something is about to go down in history." Combs plans a special "unveiling of Diddy" ceremony when he hosts the MTV Video Music Awards in Miami on August 28. He adds, "You gonna see that in the entrance. You gonna see that swagger. You gonna see how I'm gonna navigate you through the journey."

(I was going to shorten that one, just leave the general gist of the article, but I didn't want to take away from one ounce of the idiocy.)

- OK, so they're coming out with a 10th Anniversary edition of Toy Story. I feel old now.

- Concerts. I. want.
David Gray @ Radio City Music Hall
Across the Narrows (Killers + Interpol)
NIN/QOTSA @ Madison Square
Weezer/Foo Fighters (where? when? Damn you, Pollstar, inform me!)
Death Cab (tomorrow. Central Park. how much? must research)

- All this stuff to do and I'll still be broke and bored by the end of September. :-)

- Still need to make that Aristocrats list. Another time, perhaps.

Now that I've got that out of the way...

- Signed my lease on Monday and the 'rents helped get everything in. Nothing really got damaged, but a few of my posters got a little wrinkled up in the process, which I was kind of sad about, especially because one was the Porsche poster Joe gave me (still looks good above the TV though). Changed phone number to a local area code so if you've tried to call me in the last 24 hours you probably haven't gotten through. I'll send out an e-mail re: that ASAP. Finally changed address. Parents bought me a nice futon. And gave me cash. They really do kick major ass. Yeah, I'm a good son (and a good person) but I'm not worth all their tears. I feel so guilty because I can't return them...

It's only been 3 days, but things are going better than expected down here. I do need groceries though; maybe I'll do that next.

...

That said, I miss you.

So, I made a note to make an entry today about how my laptop was being worked on, so if you guys didn't see me on it would be because of that and the move. But before I could, there was a knock on my door. I figured it was Joe with his hands full, but no, DHL with "the package." I have to tell you, I'm pretty pleased with Dell (and DHL) for their turnaround; I sent it out Monday around 5pm and got it back an hour ago. We'll see if they actually fixed the problem (it's too early to tell yet), but so far, no "clicking." Which is a good thing, because my warranty expires... ::checks calender:: today. I'm simply overjoyed that I don't have to lose my precious connection to the outside world for another week (they would have shipped it back to KZoo and then Joe would have had to ship it to me). EEE!!!

Sitting pretty good on the packing, but I've got to get the majority of it done today because I'll be in GR on Friday (goodbye dinner at Dungeon, 7:30pm in case you forgot) and DBurg on Saturday (mmm... Aristocrats).

Peace.

OK, let's try this again...
"The Ouroboros biting its own tail is symbolic of self-fecundation, or the primitive idea of a self-sufficient Nature--a Nature, that is which, a la Nietzsche, continually returns, within a cyclic pattern, to its own beginning."

Mmm... self-fecundation (and unnecessary commas). I want another tattoo, but I don't have anything that means as much as the Ouroboros does.

By the numbers:
- 2 enteries short of 1300 on the movie list (that's up 200 from April of 2003)
- 512 enteries on the CD list, down from 615 (I've gotten rid of approx. 65 CDs in the past couple of weeks.. some of which are for sale, inquire within)
- 2 more episodes of the delicious second season of Millennium to watch (4th Horseman & The Time is Now... EEE!!!)
- 4 Eddie Izzard stand-ups to choose from (thanks Bebe!)
- 5 more days until I leave

Random thought of the day: I'm really starting to like Michelle's apartment. It's homey (much more so then the cookie-cutter cubicles of Sterling) and it smells a lot better. Mmm... cherry-tastic entertainment centers.

In other super-happy news, last Saturday was my last day at Menards. Words cannot provide this occasion justice; you just either know what this means to me or you don't. Knowing I never again have to worry about breaking open another pallet of mixed freight, never have to print off additional sale bintags, never have to follow a maze of misplaced merchandise.... I get giddy, really. But to be honest, I've moved on almost instantaneously. I guess that stems from how overdue that milestone was; it felt entirely at home, even necessary, to get out of there and now I can't close that chapter of my life fast enough. That and I have trouble retaining feelings as of late.

OK, let's see if I can post this before Joseph's evil mouse erradicates my entry once more...

"Change can be so constant, you don't even feel the difference until there is one." Life as a House

Words cannot express how much I love Penn Jillette. Soooo funny. "Michael Moore and Mel Gibson are the same person, except for a few sit-ups. Moore thought his cheesy political blooper reel was going to tell people how to vote. Mel thought that his little gay S&M movie about his imaginary friend was going to help him get to heaven. George W. Bush is president and there’s still no god. You failed boys. Someone should have told Mike that the bad guys are smarter than him and someone should have told Mel that the Three Stooges were Jewish." -- from the Aristrocrats website

Two more days of work. Can't come soon enough. Sick. To. Death.

Why am I so tired??

"Hey! I have a dragon." - Joe

I read Michelle's journal and talk to her in person and I see that, as much as we have in common, as much as we gel, we are very different people when it comes to feeling. Not the feelings themselves, their content, but the quantity and quality of which we allow ourselves to feel. I stopped feeling to shut out the pain, and as successful at that as I was, I shut out everything else as well. My problem is the ambiguity of this divide between us. I don't know who's got the better idea; safeguard your emotions and live a more stable existence, or put yourself out there for a riskier, yet much more potential likelihood of emotional fulfillment. As with any sort of existenial crisis, you always have to take the cop-out and say that there is no one correct path. I do have to do that I'm glad to have experienced both though.

I just found out that I have an coffee table that's been in Joe's room since we moved in. Forgot it was there mostly due to the fact that he has a small topiary growing in there. Flippin' sweet.

this is my comeback.
PenDuffy sums it up:

"I don't understand why I am so disapointed. I just am.

sigh..

I don't get Fox I really don't . Why do they put some much money into developing really good shows, then allow them to wither on the vine.

Its like they bought a pure breed puppy. Got all the best toys and puppy gear. Sent the puppy to the groomer. Bought expesive dog food. Then when the puppy dies they go "oops I forgot I needed to water it"."

Looked around a bit tonight and found confirmation that the dumbasses at Fox axed another one of my favorite shows: The Inside. For all of you uncultured buffoons who don't have "appointment television" during the summer, it was a delicious blend of Se7en/The Silence of the Lambs/The X-Files that managed to get 7 eps out before the big bad reality beast reared its ugly head again (read: So You Want to Dance Like a Fag) and put a kibash on all that is holy in the world. Reading posts (among them some from one of the creators) I'm confident we'll be seeing the first and only order of 13 episodes on DVD before too long, but this is Nowhere Man-deja vu all over again. IMDB forum tells me that Rachel Nichols (lead actress) is being tied to the next season of Alias, but I haven't read that thread yet; if so, rock on, but still a small consolation.

BTW "bebe," sorry you had to find out like this... I guess this way we have more time to finish Millennium. Wow, that attempt to put an optimistic spin on this failed miserably. ::returns to sulking::

I'm really starting to get into forums for shows that rawk (i.e. Millennium, Inside, etc.) Reading is cool. Writing is better.

Read me, love me. Say hello, wave goodbye.

Delicious quotes from Chuck Palahniuk's "Haunted"
"I used to think the secret to a happy ending was to bring down the curtain at the exact right time. A moment after happiness, then everything's all wrong again."

"The difference between how you look and how you see yourself is enough to kill most people."

"Americans are the world's best at doing their work. And studying and competition. But we suck when it comes time to relax; there's no profit, no trophy."

And this last one is from a great book/essay about how current pop culture is actually making us smarter instead of dumbing us down: "Everything Bad is Good for You" by Steven Johnson

"Out of obsession comes expertise, a confidence in your own powers of analysis -- a sense that is you stick with the system long enough you'll truly figure out how it works."

I'm a lot calmer the past few days than I should be. What's up with that?

Does anbody have any life-changing books I should read? I'm overdue.

Hey guys, does anybody remember Cock Day? Because I don't. Seriously, I can't remember the reference :-( Break out the quote book, stat!

Wrote all this at work today:

"This whole NYC process was supposed to be about me becoming completely independent, function fully on my own. Instead, it has become a lesson in learning how to rely on others for their guidance and emotional support. Put simply, it's made me realize that for all I've ever done to try and do things on my own, that stubborness may have made things needlessly harder on myself. It's a screwed up time to realize a thing like that, I know, but for some reason, I've always been the sort of "don't it always seem to go/that you don't know what you got 'til it's gone" type of personality."

"Maybe this transition will work because it will force me to lose the very thing that has been keeping my psyche in chains for so long now: control. Perhaps by giving up my narrow repetoire of reacting to the world and forcing myself to adapt to new surroundings, I will break down the barriers that have held me back in the past. Over the years I have carved myself a very confined zone of comfort, and by choosing to release that comfort I am putting myself through one of the greatest trials of my life, but also engaging one of the greatest opportunities to enrich it."

Damien Rice says...
Read more..

Concerts
So a while back Michelle inquired how many concerts I had seen in my day. I thought I had pretty much covered it when I preceded to list about 20 off for her, but after I went home I found out I had only painted two-thirds of the picture. A listing, in order of preference, rankings based on musical performance, venue, crowd, intangibles, etc. (dates in parentheses):

1. Nine Inch Nails (4.25.00)
2. Eminem (10.11.02)
3. David Gray (10.6.05)
4. Foo Fighters (5.30.03)
5. The Verve Pipe (Celebration on the Grand) (7.?.01)
6. Dido (6.6.04)
7. Eels (10.26.03) & (6.13.06)
8. Eve 6 (10.8.00)
9. Green Day/Blink-182 (6.8.02)
10. Rod Stewart (5.9.04)
11. Creed (4.3.00)
12. Incubus (11.?.04)
13. Barenaked Ladies (9.26.00)
14. Nellie McKay (12.6.05)
15. Bush (4.20.97)
16. Modest Mouse (6.7.05)
17. Dave Matthews & Tim Reynolds (1.23.97)
18. Red Hot Chili Peppers/Foo Fighters (7.5.00)
19. Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers (6.14.99)
20. Red Hot Chili Peppers/QOTSA (5.10.03)
21. Incubus (11.2.01)
22. White Stripes (8.10.03)
23. Rod Stewart (8.9.98)
24. Green Day (1.22.01)
25. Weird Al Yankovic (11.10.99)
26. The Verve Pipe/3 Doors Down (10.13.01)
27. Creed (11.11.02)
28. Matt Pond PA/TV on the Radio (6.30.06)
29. The Wallflowers (12.14.00)
30. Korn (7.2.02)
31. Everclear (10.24.02)
32. Kid Rock (8.28.00)
33. Disturbed (12.5.00)
34. Filter (6.20.02)

Not Ranked (but I was there!):
Huey Lewis
Foreigner
19 Wheels x3
Penn & Teller
Lewis Black
Rent
Brooks & Dunn
Bob Newhart

Well, I'm back in NY for apartment searching all this week. Started out well; ran through the list of brokers I had compiled before I headed back to the hotel room in the late afternoon. It's just frustrating because I don't know what to do w/ the evenings. I'm supposed to go out with some other students from the college sometime this week, but I'm waiting to hear back from them. I could take the subway to Manhattan, but for some reason I'm not up for sightseeing this time around. I'm just trying to get a firmer grasp on the Queens area and try to find a place to live. I've been staring at maps on and off since I've gotten here. I do have to say, since I've been here (and especially being on my own) I'm quickly becoming more comfortable and more "at home" here. My biggest adjustment is coming in the form of feeling like the other white male in this city who isn't in a business suit. I can't really relate to elderly Asian women, if you can empathize with that.

It has been nice, getting some focus to my life the past couple days, devoting my time and energy to a singular goal. I've also thought it'd be nice to get back on here (Woohu) more, or at least return to writing.

::looks at clock:: It's almost 7 o'clock, I'm in NYC and wondering what the hell to do. Sounds pathetic, but now that I'm thinking about it, that may be healthier than it seems. Might suggest I've got the tourist out of me (if I ever had that mindset with this place in the first place) and I'm eager to get down to business... to tell you the truth, I haven't looked forward to school so much since I started at Western.

This cracks me up...

"Don't worry Wilson, I'll do all the paddling. You just hang on."

Dave Eggers is contributing to a screenplay for an adaptation of the children's book "Where The Wild Things Are" with Spike Jonze attached to direct. Yummy.

Amélie came from DDD today. Watched it tonight. One of the most reaffirming movies that I've ever come across:

"You mean she would rather imagine herself relating to an absent person than build relationships with those around her?"

I've been paralyzed with indecision the past week or so. Picking a movie, making dinner plans, antagonizing over how to "enjoy" my free time... it's all become a grudge match the past few days. I don't understand; I'm not afraid of making a decision and living with its consequences, but when I become stuck in these ruts, I can honestly identify two polarized yet equally reasonable courses of action.

I'm also struggling with the NY thing. Not actually going there (though maybe I should concerned considering the two outstanding problems plauging me lately have been my ability to make decisions/act upon them and my ability to micro-manage my life and the world around me... two traits that will have to be running on all cylinders if I want to survive out there). Anyway, I'm frustrated because the transition is affecting every other facet or my life, either directly or indirectly. It affects how I react, how I plan, etc. and goes a long way to explain my almost obsessive tendency to take advantage of every moment of any free time I get my hands on. I crave direction, structure, purpose, and it's my confidence in finding those qualities in NY that gets me geeked to get out there. It's not that I'm in a rush to leave, and I want to take advantage of the little time I have left here... but being stuck in this professional limbo that I've found myself in since I graduated has taken its toll.

I just keep looking for those little moments to hang onto, because I know soon enough I'm going to be too distracted to even notice them.

By the way, congrats to Leeder; he just landed a job with an advertising firm out in Cali. Between the two of us, we now have the coasts covered. WE RULE!

weakness is sickness.
You know how to tell when something truly doesn't bother someone? Not when they say, "No, that doesn't bother me," but when they say nothing at all. Those who are truly secure don't need to explain themselves.

When did we become so obessed with judging? Judgments, discrimination, why do we have to villify these things? In of themselves, they are not evil things, and are sometimes functional. But when we allow those judgments to affect how we treat others, that's when it becomes a problem.

Christ, when did I become so people-phobic? When did it become as reinforcing, as plausible to keep to myself as it would be to be social? Guess I just want to keep everybody away so it'll be easier to leave them all. Assertive and somewhat alienated; maybe I'm leaving for NY at just the right time.

"I'm not depressed. Just quiet." Frank Black, Millennium

SandraWMU (1:06:45 AM): i need some sanity
TaoMan1121 (1:06:56 AM): mmm... sanity
SandraWMU (1:07:00 AM): yeah you
TaoMan1121 (1:07:26 AM): wow, that's the first time you've ever associated me w/ sanity. i'm touched. :-)

Before Sunset
Daydream, delusion, limousine, eyelash
Oh baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet-cakes and milkshakes
I'm delusion angel
I'm fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don't want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we're going
Latched in life
Like branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I'll carry you
You'll carry me
That's how it could be
Don't you know me?
Don't you know me by now?

Here's my thing...
The difference between you and me on this one thing: I know how it all ends. I know how you will feel, how I will felt, how I felt, because I've already been through this. We react how we are programmed to react, and besides, when the outcome is what it is, there is no other way.

You'd like to think there's not a difference between knowing and not knowing, but that's just optimism getting in your way. I may not remember every detail, every line, the slow, sweet erosion of time has seen to that, but the climax and the resolution sticks out like a jagged edge coming out of my temple. A jagged little pill that's still too hard to swallow. I thought to myself, over and over, why does it have to end like this? Why does it have to be this way? And every single time I tell myself that there's no other way it could have went down. You write, and you write, and before you know it, you've written yourself into a corner and you are stuck with what you've got, whether you like it not. And it's true, you can't go back afterwards. You can't look at everything that came before and not see it through the grey tint that the world is now filtered through.

And, oh my god, when you combine the promise of what's to come and what's happening with something so utterly real, when the line between what's fact and what's fiction converges, that's when you reach your lowest point and when those scars are formed, and when that symbol is forever etched into your skin. It's never as good as that one moment, that payoff, the moment where the feeling sucks you in so competely and you drown in it, opening your mouth as you do so to let it in faster.

And this is what I'm trying to protect you from, kiddo. And I fear I'm already too late.

5.8.98. And it's me returning to that spot where I felt (we both felt) just a little too much. The trajectory of the molded plastic as it flew. The mounting insignificance of what I was witnessing balanced with the cruel irony of the fact that what I was feeling is what they were prophesizing. That single hour and a half and how it shaped everything that came after it. And now, seven years later, I get to relive it again, not because I have to, because I'm forcing myself to, but because I don't have a choice. It's my destiny. Once you start something like this, you've got to see it through.

Welcome Jason, there are six days remaining. The time is near.

New look for the journal. Should be a lot easier to read for all you guys. Title and icon are from Millennium, of course. Background picture is Manhattan in the evening.

I feel like writing, but I don't really feel like being cryptic, nor do I really feel like talking either. So I guess I'll just stop there.

if you can't love me honey, go on just pretend...
Since I'm posting stuff that only I really care about...

BOTB 11 Track Listing
50) Beck - E-Pro
49) David Gray - Say Hello Wave Goodbye
48) Ennio Morricone - L'Arena
47) TV on the Radio - Ambulance
46) Kanye West - All Falls Down
45) Elvis Costello - Alison
44) Bob Dylan - Don’t Think Twice, It's All Right
43) Dido - Sand In My Shoes
42) Rolling Stones - You Can't Always Get What You Want
41) Seu Jorge - Rebel Rebel
40) Radiohead - Let Down
39) Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Babe, You Turn Me On
38) Postal Service - Nothing Better
37) Dashboard Confessional - Vindicated
36) Alicia Keys - If I Ain't Got You
35) Moby - Beautiful
34) Malcolm McLaren - About Her
33) Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Maps
32) Mark Snow - Theme from Millennium
31) Franz Ferdinand - The Dark of the Matinee
30) Modest Mouse - Medication
29) Rent - One Song Glory
28) Nellie McKay - Manhattan Avenue
27) The Clash - London Calling
26) The Guess Who - These Eyes
25) Bright Eyes - First Day of My Life
24) Green Day - Boulevard of Broken Dreams
23) Garbage - Bleed Like Me
22) Jonathan Rice - My Mother's Son
21) Simon & Garfunkel - The Only Living Boy In N.Y.
20) Damien Rice - The Blower's Daughter
19) Death Cab for Cutie - The Sound of Settling
18) Bob Dylan - Idiot Wind
17) Bjork - Hyperballad
16) Sigur Ros - Staralfur
15) Maroon 5 - Sunday Morning
14) The Killers - Somebody Told Me
13) Interpol - Evil
12) The Clash - Lost in the Supermarket
11) Beck - Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometime
10) TV on the Radio - Dreams
9) The Hives - Walk Idiot Walk
8) U2 - Sometimes You Can't Make It…
7) Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Nature Boy
6) Kelly Clarkson - Since U Been Gone
5) The Killers - Mr. Brightside
4) Audioslave - Shadow on the Sun
3) Postal Service - Such Great Heights
2) The Who - Baba O'Riley
1) Franz Ferdinand - Take Me Out

"See, all of your problems deal with relationships, and since you aren't in one right now, it's smooth sailing for you."
So, as I'm just about caught up on all of the television I missed while in Traverse City, I thought this would be an appropriate time to post all of the amusing/insightful quotes that I ran across during my coach potato stint. To make this a little more interesting for both of us, I'll give the shows that they come from after the quotes, and for anybody who absolutely doesn't have anything better to do with their time, see if you can match the show up with the quote.

1) “I have a spork.”
2) “Take me to your secular world!”
3) “Shame on you! I wiped your ass when you were 5! How could you do this?!”
4) “That was before he saw you pounding that sweet piece of veal.”
5) “There are only two ways that I can deal with things. One is in my control. And that’s to leave.”
6) “The circle is about as good as it’s going to get. No beginning, no end, no boundaries… nothing but what lies within and what lies outside.”
7) “How the hell did she get pregnant?! She’s like 50 years old… and she married a fag!”

a) House
b) Millennium (2 quotes)
c) Alias
d) Sex and the City
e) Arrested Development (2 quotes)

Additional quotable thanks to Michelle for the mind-altering statement she offered, as located in the subject line of this entry.

This weekend should be a good time. I'm looking forward to seeing the guys (haven't since SPI), and I get to meet Matt v2.0: faster, stronger, goofier.