99.5% of you...

will be entirely confused.

But, it was to my delight to discover this on a CSCC Computer Lab Mac:

In Soviet Russia, You Rickroll YouTube

Go to YouTube right now.

Click on any featured video.

And be amazed.

4Chan lives on, cancer and all.

Why is this thing even called "The Ritalin Set"?

Well, I got my refills today. Also, the following conversation I had with Hanna last night on the phone:

Me: [starts singing "Greeback Dollar", which had been in Thank You For Smoking]
Hanna: [after five or so seconds] I can't believe you hadn't watched that movie yet.
Me: What movie, Hot Fuzz?
Hanna: ...noooo, Thank You For Smoking...you were singing that song five seconds ago.
Me: I was thinking about how I have to gas up tomorrow.
Hanna: Whah?
Me: Well, I sang the song, and thought, "I wanna listen to it in the car. Then I realized I have that on a CD, so I'll play it on my way to class tomorrow. Then I realized that I have to do some running, so I'll have to gas up."
Hanna: In five seconds?
Me: Yep.

See?

Hot Fuzz...Hot Fuss...THE LINK

When I first watched Hot Fuzz a few months back, there was a scene in which Nick and Danny are in a shop, buying Cornetto ice cream. As Annette Roper asks them, "no luck finding the killers?", I swear I saw something awfully familiar...look carefully:



CIRCLED!



YES! The Killers' near-homonymly titled Hot Fuss! Right there!

Oddly enough, you can also hear Dire Straits' "Romeo and Juliet" in Simon Skinner's car as he drives past Martin and Eve's "accident." The Killers covered the exact same song later on during their session at Abbey Road (an almost superior cover, in my humble opinion).

My world is full of odd little coincidences today.

My Life As A Music Video: "The Moneymaker"

Typically, you wouldn't associate Rilo Kiley with the uber-hipster sound - yes they're (formerly?) indie-rific, but "The Moneymaker", at least in my mind, has slicked-back, "too cool for my own damn good" vibe - in the most awesome way possible. So this morning, I happen to blast it on my way to campus. Pretend I'm not driving the station wagon, and it was pretty chill. I hit the freeway, shades flipped down, garbed in psuedo-hipster vintage (weekend thrift trip + first warm day of the year + concert tonight = Supathread Monday), the thump [beat] thump [beat] thump [beat] thump of the opening bass got me feelin' good. I roll onto 270, blissfully unaware of the mess that lay ahead.