Y'all muffins know how much I love The Strokes. I'm pretty sure that at one point I credited them for "saving me," so they're a pretty deep part of my life. Also I would like to marry all of them. Specifically Julian, but I'll take Fabrizio any day of the week (except Sunday, that's for... Continue Reading →
You know those people who turn you into a school girl with a crush? And make you giggle and sigh and stuff? And then, apparently, make you blog about them like an idiot? Julian Casablancas gives me that. And it's kind of a problem. I know, I know, I've written like 7 (more like 2...)... Continue Reading →
There's this phenomenon called mondegreen (which I learned about in Linguistics, big surprise) which occurs when the brain misinterprets song lyrics. It was a sad, sad day in Linguistics when I realized realized that mondegreen is practically an integral part of my life. Welcome to the land of the ice and snow, where the middleducks... Continue Reading →
The Strokes’ front man Julian Casablancas released his debut solo album, “Phrazes for the Young” on November 2, 2009. The album’s lyrics focus on post-apocalyptic motifs, while its uncommon blend of electronic synth-pop, rock and blues gives it a unique and futuristic quality. “Phrazes” is definitely worth listening to on repeat. Though The... Continue Reading →
Let's talk about trashy TV and possible theories of why we like it: 1. We secretly want to be trashy and need an outlet to appreciate trashy people. 2. We (not so secretly) hate trashy people and therefore watch shows about them in order to feel better about ourselves. 3. In some sick way they... Continue Reading →
For those of you who don't know (why don't you know? Why?), Julian Casablancas is the lead singer of The Strokes. They are great. 1. His voice is like...well, for lack of a better word, his voice is like sex. On the phone. Phone sex. Except way less creepy and dirty and wrong. OKAY, his... Continue Reading →
Dear weird owlet/cat/small child outside my window, First of all, what are you? You are making a strange squealing/squeaking/(dare I say) burping noise that I can't properly identify you by. This species ambiguity is freaking me out. Also, why must you make this noise outside my window? Like...RIGHT outside my window? Every single night this week,... Continue Reading →
