Daily Still-Disgruntled View, 9/6

• So this kid named Danny Pi thinks he is the shit because he's written a Britney Spears fugue. Fuck you, Pi, I adapted Classical Toxic last July. I've had two people ask me to put it on MySpace so they can use it as their profile song, which I laughed at, but... shit, if it's gonna get all hip I want credit. Sigh.


• Some people are saying that the sea monster that has washed up in Russia is a Belgua, but I stand by my theory that it's a Skeksis (you know, from the Dark Crystal).


• Yar! Eagles used to eat people! Why not? We are mostly meat, after all.


• Very valid article about the stupidity of blogging, complete with fake concept dream posts from the popular blogs.


• Aaaaand, Friendster's death bell tolls out another peal as it is officially branded a Web 2.0 stinker. (For the record, peeps, please don't start going around using the toolish term "Web 2.0". We actual web designers scorn it. We say "new web" or just don't say anything at all. Sigh.)


• Hmm, so there is more to Jimmy Stewart than I realized. This may result in some serious Netflixing. I've already watched almost every Cary Grant movie, which has naturally led me to some wary preliminary exploration of Hitchcock. Stewart would fit in nicely. Hmm...


• Dude, fuck Chuck Anderson. So overrated. All the elitists drool over this kid—I heard him deliver a ludicrously idiotic lecture at last year's Semi-Permanent and was thoroughly unimpressed. That's right, tell people not to go to college because you are the luckiest bastard on the planet and got "discovered" straight outta high. At least I wasn't alone—people were openly laughing at him. Then the Threadless boys came out and everybody got reverent again. Sigh. I'm so tired of this design scene bullshit.


• Hey, Stephen Hawking needs a grad assistant.


• Aw, man... Chinatown bus crackdown! (If you haven't gotten hooked on the Chinatown Bus song by Project Jenny/Project Jan then I'm kinda ashamed to know ya.)


• Hahaha nice photo of "bootyful" antics at the recent Carib Day parade.


• Goddamn, I'm officially Bollywood knowledgable—I've Netflixed enough at this point to immediately recognize Saif Ali Khan. Woo! ... Woo? Hey, speaking of Saif, his popular musical number from Dil Chata Hai is on YouTube. It sends up all the Bollywood cliches of the recent decades (love the 80s hair and sweater). This is modern Indian cinema, people!


• Yeah, another reason why I'm getting ready to quit NYC.


• What the... knit hats on drinks in British groceries. Seriously.


• Dude, look at baby Bowie. I'm really glad I was spared the Laughing Gnome song growing up. That's creepy as hell. I guess Labyrinth makes much more sense now, actually.


• Isn't this a little milennium High Fidelity era? Top Five T-shirts


• As much as I do heart Pretty In Pink, never do I want to encounter it in Zeb's "pantaloons". Side note: I never liked Blaine. There was always something about him that bothered me. In hindsight I realize that I just hadn't learned about gay people yet (we were too busy navigating race to think about anything else), and therefore couldn't put my finger on what it was that made him not right for Andie. Hm, I think it's time to bust out some OMD.