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What do you want to see?

I recently went to the movie theater at the new recession-defiant Americana supermall in Glendale, and couldn’t decide which movie to see. It was a tough choice between:

Iron Man
Iron Man
Iron Man
Iron Man
Iron Man
Iron Man
Iron Man
Iron Man
Made of Honor
Made of Honor
Made of Honor
Made of Honor
Made of Honor
Made of Honor
Son of Rambow
Son of Rambow
The Visitor
Young@Heart

Choices!

I don’t want to imply that there’s still a paucity of choice even at these swanky upscale malls, but for those of you keeping track at home, that’s 18 screens showing a total of five movies. Which do you want to see, “Boys’ Movie” or “Girls’ Movie”?

Street names for arugula

What is arugula and why does its description on O Chef make it sound like a street drug?

Where were you in the 90s? That’s when arugula pretty much became our national salad green. Actually, it was popular in Italy and France for ages, but caught on in the US and Britain somewhat more recently. Perhaps you know if by some of its other names — rugola, rucola, roquette, garden rocket, Mediterranean rocket, salad rocket, Roman rocket, or Italian cress

Now my dealer knows what to get me when I’m jonesin’ for some garden rocket. (Don’t tell Fake Steve Jobs I had to look it up.)

What do these bands have in common?

  • New Order
  • Iggy Pop
  • RJD2
  • Smashing Pumpkins
  • Bowling for Soup

Post your answers in the comments, my four or five readers. Your prize is affirmation that you’re smarter than me.

Song Charts

LOLcats are the big thing right now, but I found my new favorite internet joke meme which combines the moving, emotional ephemera of music with the drab suckfulness of an Excel spreadsheet: song charts.

It started with hip-hop music charts:

Mo Money, Mo Problems

Then widened to include the music Todd I listen to:

Love Will…

The robots behind Daft Punk would approve.

Harder Better Faster Stronger

So now I’m giving back to the community. Anyway, here’s my first song chart:

Rumpshaker

Dorky? Yes. But at least I’m not making Rush image macros. If you’d like to add your own, join the flickr songchart photo pool!

Vomit Tag

I’ve been trying to lose a little weight, so my friends and I got together for a game that’s both great exercise and a clever way to hide my secret bulimia: vomit tag!

I’m calling from the Home Office

A new Weak Nights video is up, and what could be better than office drama? Why it’s home office drama. Watch a guy argue with his girlfriend!!

Rock the Vote ’90s style!

I can’t believe how people actually voted way back in the 20th century. FUN FACT! Did you know there were as many as THREE political parties back then?

I don’t know about you, but this election I’m voting for Officer John McClain.

Wait, John McCain? Aw, shit.

Will the real Eurythmics please stand up?

I was browsing music videos on the iTunes store when I saw this musician in a sharp suit and short-cropped haircut and thought, “Hey, new Eurythmics video!”

Eurythmics

OK, once you put them together I can tell which one looks like a girl in a suit and which one is Annie Lennox. Zing!

Emmie and Annie

Stuff White People Like

As a tough urban teen at an inner-city school, it’s hard for me to find ways to try to relate to white people in general, which is why I’m glad there’s a website like stuffwhitepeoplelike.org. Just a taste of some of the things white people have been known to enjoy:

…is there anything in the world white people don’t like?!

I am a white person, and I approved this message.

Your memoir in six words

SMITH (the magazine whose name must be shouted) mentions an apocryphal bet once made to Hemingway that he couldn’t write a story only six words long. His answer was the touching, heartbreaking: “For Sale: baby shoes, never worn”.

Thanks to the internet, any jerkoff can now do the same thing and think they’re fucking Hemingway too. Just visit Six Word Memoirs and stand among the literary giants while simultaneously doing both the least amount of work and the maximum amount of navel-gazing. Not coincidentally, SMITH is also selling a book of these memoirs.

And now the moment you’ve all been waiting for, my memoir:

Oh great, it’s that sarcastic guy.