Let’s all raise a glass to Keith Richards, today he’s cemented his #1 status as my favorite Rolling Stone! (see the past full rundown here)  Yesterday, Rolling Stone on-line ran a story in which they reported Richards told them, “Listen, the rumors of my sobriety are greatly exaggerated.”  That’s right, confirmation that the man is still rocking, rolling and  boozing with the best of ‘em. Way to rock on, you golden oldie!   How does this man continue to party with the ferocity of an 18-year-old on prom night?  

I used to get it, back in the day I didn’t get hangovers, I could wake up in the morning after a 4 AM bender and not have “jet-lag face.”
 
(classic jet-lag face…or dui mugshot?  you be the judge)

Basically, I ruled the world (or at least my little corner of south-east Ohio).  When I was 21 I marveled at the fact that most people my parents age didn’t party.  If I had a kid like me I probably would’ve lived with a jack & diet in hand at all times.  But, I turn the dreaded 30 this year and I’ve already slowed down.  I find that the case races in which I used to compete as merely a night’s pre-game knock me under the table and if I mix any more than two liquors in a night, I’m pretty much a solid wreck for the whole next day.  That’s not to say that I don’t throw down with the best of them, I just have to be choiceful about it these days.  Say, if I rock out with my cock out on Saturday night I need to make sure that I don’t want to do anything but lay on my couch the next day in my underpants watching Uncle Buck on TNT and moaning “I’m dyyyyyying.”  It’s sad, I know. 

Enough about me, what about Keith!?  Is he mortal or party machine?  He has uncovered the secret to hangover free days is, like my mother told me when I sucked at playing violin, “Practice, practice, practice!”  Well, practice and not giving a flying-filthy-hand-gesture that he looks like he’s 134 at the age of 66.  None-the-less, for Keith: Let’s drink to the hard working people.  Let’s drink of the lowly of birth.  Raise your glass to the good and the evil.  Let’s drink to the salt of the earth!

p.s. that last hyperlink is a must watch in the erdahl book.

We’ve all been there.

Unemployed.

Shy of 30. (Barely, but hey, it’s THERE.)

You start having bizzare anxiety dreams where all the men in your past
relationships loom up and are married with children and shacked up
with Kelly Ripa.

I recently got the sweet ax, and I’ve decided to work out a game plan
of things to do in this lame duck period before I land another desk
job. I don’t want to wind up bearded and in a flannel, like Mr. Mom.

1. Plan a sick vacation

Dude, you have to plan a vacation and have something fun on the
horizon before you OD on Bravo programming.  NYT recently had an
article about planning a vacay—and how, essentially, the planning is
generally far more enjoyable and happy boosting than the actual trip.
I just booked a filth trip with my two besties from college at an all
inclusive in Cancun. I hope to get pregnant, sun stroke, and a
tapeworm. A girl can dream.

2. Get in shape

Being on your own schedule is the perfect opportunity to tone our
slackening waists and get rid of our Aunt Miriam arms. I haven’t had
children yet, but you can’t tell. All this fat cat corporate culture
has made me doughy and complacent. Like Oliver Platt. I can hit the
gym at non-scary times like 11am, with the other Upper East Side
Mommies and retirees in perfect comfort.

3. Catch up on your reading

I recently received a kindle for Christmas and let me tell ya, being
able to purchase anything in the public domain for a dollar or gratis
(Dickens, Austen, Joyce, Shakespeare, etc.) is better than having a
library card. I can finally get the books under my belt on my bucket
list. Like Desmond on “Lost” with “Our Mutual Friend.”

4. Catch up with friends, for real

Living in NYC, you have dozens of friends you never see because you’re
not compatible, borough wise. Take that well deserved trek to Hoboken!
White Plains! Brooklyn! It will cost $4, you can have heart to hearts
over a bottle of yellowtail and watch Idol. What’s not to like? I’m
going to be rested and with free time. Time to mend some fences and
ask about people’s relationships, families, and sudoku victories.

5. Hone a hobby or give back

Free time means time for self improvement. I have been saying for
years, when I have a free moment, I will write more or learn an
instrument—volunteer somewhere and give back in some feel good way.
There are loads of things to do; charity work, knitting classes,
Bikram, maybe get into religion and make a priest drop his bible in
the confessional? (Not likely.)

If all else fails, I will have loads of mindless television and
Netflix to keep me sane—plus, I can cash in on tons of pity bar tabs
with friends I’ve given tea and sympathy to, in similar epochs of
their employment lulls.

Or, back to Mr. Mom scenario. The Young and the Restless addicition,
ironing grilled cheese, pubey beards, and flannel sporting: no shame.

Sad news, friendos.  They found Boner.  His body was discovered in a park in Vancouver today. Truly tragic news.  To me, he’ll forever be the best sitcom name ever, the reason I first ever heard my mom say the word “boner” and the only character on ‘Growing Pains’ who was ever nice to Carol.  Did Boner and Carol hook up or am I remembering my hopes as an 8 year old for akward tv romance…?

On the plus side, Kirk Cameron is in the news again, but the negative to that is that he came out and said he was praying for his Boner’s safe return… I guess Kirk’s got some soul searching to do??? 

All else aside, the hearts and thoughts of the Popserious crew go out to Koenig’s family.  Rest in peace.

HIYA!! Erdahl’s recent post inspired me to write again. Up until now, I just had angry internal dialogues about humanity but didn’t have the patience to write it down. But now I will. So happy 2010 to you, dear readers!

You may be wondering what I have been up to. Hmm…well, I bought a dog and returned it and then tried to buy it back a few days later and then returned it while she was ringing me up a second time (yes, a pet store dog! Fuck off!).  I am currently reading Slash’s autobiography which is pretty long for someone who was basically flatlined for the last twenty years. It’s truly amazing how much he can apparently recount even though he was completely obliterated most of the time. I can’t remember what I said or did after 2 ½ glasses of Monkey Bay—which is why I am an awesome person to go out with. I also recently saw “Avatar” in 3D and got a little misty for my computer animation days (I actually worked at a animation “studio” for a few months and was the only non member of the Trenchcoat Mafia on staff. It got weird).
Anyhoo… let’s not forget my favorite thing- television. There are some great shows out there, but my heart is with “Teen Mom” and “Hoarders” two completely different but equally fantastic shows about destitute people (mostly from classy Southeast America, or as I like to call it “Talla-classy))with no prospects and PA-lenty of problems. It’s AWESOME.

“Hoarders” is about people who obsessively collect stuff. Loads of stuff. And they cannot stop collecting stuff until their whole house is filled with birthday cards from 1976, cat hair, boxes of unopened dollar store items, their dead mom’s porcelain ballerina collection and most likely, feces. Hoarding is a mental illness, and its not funny. But it IS entertaining, and I’m not above watching the madness. On “Hoarders” the sad subject not only requires emotional guidance from a therapist, but an organizational team and a very understanding and patient junk man. When all  forces unite, they can try to coax the hoarder to let go of some of their stuff in order to avoid losing their homes and families. Most of the show portrays just how difficult these Hoarders can be. They get extremely stressed and won’t let you throw a damn thing away without them rifling through the garbage. Then they start crying about saving a moldy Frisbee and the junk man has to just stand there thinking he’s not getting paid enough to rationalize with a toothless mental case who sleeps in a pile of soda cans and used paper towel. Time after time, the Hoarder has a few energized minutes where they can let go of some soiled clothes from the Nixon administration, and then completely freak out over a particular item and then spend the rest of the show sitting on their porch smoking menthol cigarettes while everyone tries to talk sense into them. It always ends with the Hoarder not really doing anything and still living in a shit hole, but a slightly more organized shithole where at least they can find the Connect-4 and not step on a dead cat they got in 1983 aptly named “Belinda Carlise”.
Speaking of hoarding, I have about $400 worth of wee wee pads and dog supplies that I haven’t used on my twice returned dog. So if anyone wants them, let me know! Otherwise I’ll hold on to them in case I have another weak moment at the Pet Planet.

Now, let’s get this out of the way right up front.  I haven’t blogged in a while.  I’m sorry.  I could make excuses, but the real truth is, I’ve been lazy.  There’s been pleanty of blog-worthy material out there and I promise to make a more concentrated effort to logjam you fine readers with more frequency in the coming year.  However, when I saw this headline come across my Twitter feed today I knew my silence could last no longer.  “Former ‘Growing Pains’ Actor Andrew Koenig Missing.”  As I have previously mentioned, Growing Pains was my favorite show as a child and, in my opinion, Boner Stabone is the best sitcom character name ever.  Of.  All.  Time.  For these reasons, I beg of you, let’s help find Boner.  Here’s a few tips to help aid in the search.  

• His real first name is Josh.  Yeah, that’s right, he’s one of those whose parents gave him one first name and called them by his middle name.  This alone would make me want to run-away.
• He’s not 17 anymore.  He’s 41.  So don’t go around looking for a really really lovably dumb 17 year old.  Actors grow up too (tragically).
• According to IMDB.com he played the Joker in the 2003 film “Batman: Dead End” and suffered from depression.  We all know, this is not a winning combo.  No joke, friend-os.  Not cool.

I’d love to include a Best of Boner link here to a youtube video, but sadly there are none I can find.  So, I’ll just say this: Please, friends.  If you are in Vancouver and you hear “Hey Mikeeey” being screamed from any basement, dark alley or penalty box (as I’ve not entirely ruled out that this is not an elaborate blackmail plot by the 2010 Winter Olympic Games’ Canadian Hockey team – picture it, they’ll leave a note right before the next round against the US that says “if you ever want to see your Boner again, you’ll lose tonight”) please investigate.  If you’re not in Vancouver, spread the word and give everyone a little reminder of our Boner.  

The end is nigh! The end of the year and decade that is, which means the media plagues us not only with ‘Best of 2009!’ recaps, but ‘Best of the ’00s!’ as well. Oh joy. For this reason, I refuse to make any sort of list deeming what I like as the necessities from a certain measure of time and be all “omigosh, you don’t know this band that I love and think everyone else should listen too, except I really don’t because if they get too big I won’t listen to them anymore?”

I am honestly not up with the times considering my age. I’m 21, don’t know anything about Twilight (other than I should be proud of this fact and the pasty guy from Harry Potter is in it), don’t own an iPod, only realized several months ago that Miley Cyrus IS Hannah Montana, and it takes me ten minutes to send a text message. In an effort to be hip, I looked at one of the dreaded lists to see the Top 10 most popular songs this year as chosen by AOL users (people still use AOL?) and decided to give them a listen. But then I got bored/thought most of the songs were crap so I searched Youtube for alternate versions of them instead. Now I share with you the efforts of my time wasting.(We can’t embed videos directly on the blog so I searched the song titles and used my favourite picture results for you to click on to view my findings)

10.  ’Watcha Say’ by Jason Derulo

[This is just a still from the actual video, but it’s super sassy (UN UH, GIRL), so I like it.]
Of course I was not familiar with this song, but I most certainly did know the Imogen Heap song it samples (*cough* steals with permission so they don’t have to come up with their own interesting chorus *cough*). Unfortunately, thanks to The OC (and subsequent mockery on SNL), I associate this song with shooting people. The version I found is by an all guys a cappella group whose falsetto section can sing higher than me, and I was a Soprano 1 in chorus (jealous?). I also enjoy the soloist’s stance and hand gestures, they say, “Yes, I may wish I was on ‘Glee,’ but I can still look like I have street cred. But only if it’s on Main Street, the side streets are a tad dodgy.”

9. ‘Fireflies’ by Owl City

(This is a picture from the anime ‘Grave of the Fireflies,’ which my flatmate made me watch once. It’s terribly depressing and doesn’t have little talking animals or girl superheroes who save the world with the power of friendship like most anime.)
The first time I heard this song, I thought, “This is cute, who is it? The Postal Service?” Naturally, this track was then suddenly EVERYWHERE and became one of those tunes people violently hate or people freak out, turning the radio up to deafening levels like it’s not on every six freaking songs. I don’t dislike the song, though it’s boring and a tad generic, but I am sick of hearing it. One of it’s flaws is that DJs are bound to play it at school dances, yet you can’t quite dance to it. Too slow to dance normal, too electro-y to slow dance to. Yet I found a video of one guy trying to dance to it, but he ends up just looking like a crazy person spazzing out with a pillow. I imagine Linus from Peanuts and his blanket have moments like this.

8. ‘Right Round’ by Flo Rida
(Note: I only just made the connection now that Flo Rida is Florida with a space in it. I immediately looked it up and yes, he’s from Florida. Mind officially blown.)Oh hey, another rap song utilizing a former hit and making gobs of money off it. The only upside to this particular one is I imagine that Flo Rida had to meet with Pete Burns from Dead or Alive to get the rights. If you were not aware, Pete Burns is now a very terrifying looking woman. The thought of those two having tea and chatting music makes me smile. Almost as much as the speed up, chipmunkified version of this song. Almost.

7. ‘My Life Would Suck Without You’ by Kelly Clarkson

(All that came up when I searched the song title was the horribly Photoshopped album cover for this single, so I asked myself what my life would suck without and this is the extremely pathetic answer.)
I have no opinion on this song, honestly. Only the fun fact that my friend’s car brake squeaks to the exact same tune as the chorus. For my video choice, I decided to delve into the many AMVs made using this song. An AMV is an animated music video, aka people with too much time piecing together their favourite cartoons in a way that slightly fits the song. Sadly, I know the cartoon in this particular one, it’s a weird Canadian programme about some sort of ‘reality show’ about high school stereotypes that my flatmates and I in Australia only watched because it was the only thing on (only four channels in Oz) when we usually ate lunch. As I recall, the two characters in this AMV never had any sort of relationship other than the shrimpy kid having an unrequited crush on the goth chick, so I don’t know why they chose to use this instead of the more obvious ‘You Belong to Me’ or some emo song.

6. ‘Use Somebody’ by Kings of Leon

(This is Matthew Followill, the lead guitar player from Kings of Leon. I love him more than a lifetime supply of Pop Tarts, and oh lawd, I could use him alright…)
I’ve had a long time infatuation with Kings of Leon and could go on for ages about how awesome they are and unlike some of their fans who have been there from the start, am glad they’ve FINALLY found success in the US. As one of the two songs on this list I actually enjoy, I’m not going to link to some Youtube jackass I found warbling in an attempt to sound like Caleb and instead I present the only suiting cover by the equally wonderful Bat for Lashes.

5. ‘I Gotta Feeling’ by The Black Eyed Peas

(This pretty much sums up what the song is about. The part where Fergie shouts “CRUUUUNK!” is officially the worst second in music history.)
I despise this song. I really, really do not like it at all and wish the Black Eyed Peas would disappear for another four years like they did last time. They have millions of dollars and can afford to just leave me alone. The official video makes the track even worse, if that’s possible. The version I found is genius (done in one continuous shot!) and if the Black Eyed Peas did anything like this for their videos I would respect them so much more.

4. ‘Pokerface’ by Lady Gaga

Remember how I said I liked two of the ten songs on this list? This is the other one. Yes, it shocks me too. Lady Gaga is undeniably catchy and weird, much like Amy Winehouse and Dolly Parton, my other two obsessions I have no idea why I’m so infatuated with. I was tempted to use the video of Christopher Walkin reading the lyrics (google it if you’re one of the twelve people who hasn’t seen it), but instead opted for the geeky parody. Nerd boys,this one’s for you.

3. ‘Replay’ by Iyaz

(These boots are just as poorly made as this song!)
The only way to make bad pop or rap songs sound good is to have a cute ukulele player cover it. The geeky boys had their song already, this one’s for my nerdettes out there. When he says, “Well, hello friends!” in the beginning, I literally swoon.

2. ‘Down’ by Jay Sean

Jay Sean, Sean John, and Sean Kingston should do a song together, the ‘Sean Song’ (Sean Sha Sean Sean Shawwwwn)! During the Thanksgiving Day parade, Jay Sean “sang” from one of the floats, I didn’t know who he was, yet my Mom did. She has also seen Li’l Bow Wow in concert. I wish I was joking. Unlike the other covers I’ve shared with you today, I found one that somehow makes this song even worse, but significantly more hilarious. HARDXCORE BRO. Game suggestion: Play this video at a party and see which of your friends can stand listening to it for the longest.

1. ‘You Belong with Me’ by Taylor Swift

(Yo Taylor, imma let you finish, but there were way better songs this year than yours to be at Number One, just sayin’…)
The video is quite sweet, though again not so original (a recurring theme in 2009 music) and Taylor seems like a very nice person, but I’m baffled as to how this is the supposed cream of the crop. I’ve accepted that it’s mostly teenage girls buying music and therefore composing these lists, so there’s unfortunately nothing we can do about it. They are an unstoppable force. 2009 was also the year TV turned digital, remember that? It was a huge breakthrough in technology! No? Oh, you probably got rid of that space in your brain with the names of all of Tiger Wood’s mistresses. Ah, 2009. Well, here’s an overly enthusiastic middle-aged man singing a song by a 19-year-old girl with his own lyrics about the digital conversion.

Have a happy 2010, everyone! Let’s hope it’s not like what Arthur C. Clarke envisioned.

The basic definition of a stereotype is “an oversimplified conception: an oversimplified standardized image of a person or group.” We all know stereotyping is BAD. Not all Asians are smart, not all Native Americans are violent alcoholics and not all Mexicans airbrush Jesus on their El Caminos. On the other hand, most every Irish person I know does like to drink, so go figure.
For the purposes of this post, it is important to point out that NOT ALL ITALIANS ARE GUIDOS, ok? But unlike most negative stereotypes where people generally try to disprove the image, there is a subculture of Italian-Americans who embrace the image of the Guido, believe its a great thing and really don’t seem to care about what anyone else thinks about it.
On MTV’s new phenomenon “Jersey Shore”, they take a bunch of Guidos and Guidettes and put them on display for all the world to judge as superficial morons. While we are all aware of their existence (at least in NY/NJ),  we rarely would ever get the chance to judge them so closely without getting a pinky ring to the face.  It’s almost like watching a dangerous group of rare sharks you could never get close to in reality but always heard about.  There has been a lot of hoopla about this show encouraging a “negative” Italian stereotype. I think MTV is definitely exploiting this group of people and their behavior/looks/cultural interests (jaegermeister and self tanner, I believe) as a joke. Yet I dont believe that anyone of the people on this show views themselves as a bad example of an Italian person, though.  I am from New Jersey and I can tell you that the Guidos take themselves very, very seriously. Within their closed community, they truly believe they look amazing, sound cool and are very cutting edge. They spend a lot of time on personal health and maintenance and like to dance and have fun. What is negative about that? MTV created a bullshit environment with Italian flags and Cadillac symbols painted everywhere that screams Italian idiots live there, not just run of the mill douchebags.

Put it to you this way: If MTV had a show called “Murray Hill” and showed a bunch of Jewish college graduates living in the Rivergate with big stars of David painted on the walls and dreidels spinning from the ceiling, with the girls wearing Jimmy Choo sandals while fighting over which Essie nail polish color is the best I would be offended by the show’s portayal of my people, not because it isn’t true to a certain degree.

PS. I never lived in the Rivergate, so eff off.

Um, please don’t make that show, MTV… although I would totally watch it.

We all know by now my feelings about Billy Corgan. So you can imagine my surprise when I heard this little shit nugget of information which just put me on suicide watch: Jessica Simpson and Billy Corgan may possibly be an item. In a relationship. Having sex.
You know, I don’t really understand Billy’s taste in women. Everytime I think he’s gone and done it with one stupid hag or another  he completely goes in an opposite, yet equally unattractive direction. (except for Helena Christensen, which I totally supported-if we can’t be together, he should at least be with a glamorous supermodel that is waaaaaay out of my league).

I can almost understand Courtney Love- she was probably a great source of drugs, and her antics most likely kept him laughing for days. I can MAYBE even wrap my head around Tila Tequila- who else will toss your salad and invite other girls along for the ride?

But Jessica?? A faded C-list 90’s pop star who slept with both Nick Lachey AND Bam Margera, which is basically equivalent to mixing white zinfandel and 100 proof Everclear??? I dont know what these two even TALK about!!!! Here’s a topic: How about the fact that you both were minimally popular for different reasons and are both totally and utterly uninteresting by today’s standards and the only thing about either one of you that is remotely REMOTELY interesting is that you are possibly touching genitals. So there!!!

Sorry Billy for being so harsh. Consider this an intervention. 

Stop. You had me at “Dr. Drew”. 
Obviously, Celebrity Sex Rehab on Vh1 is like a dream come true for me: Tears, fighting, people going to group therapy in their robes, dirty secrets, strictly enforced bans on masturbation…I mean, does it get any better??? *
I am under the impression that the term “sex addict” is relatively new. Back in the day we used to call people perverts and nymphos, but apparently that was just ignorant. These people have uncontrollable sexual urges and it’s a sickness that needs to be cured. Leave it to some Z-level celebrities you have never heard of unless you have been dumpster diving in the porn discount bin at your local video store to blow the lid off this hidden epidemic.  Obviously VH1 is using the term “celebrity” loosely, because I really have never heard of one of the people on this show–but it doesn’t make it less awesome watching one of them try to convince their friends to smuggle in their vibrator on visiting day. Sure, it would be a lot cooler if it was someone like Winona Ryder or Lindsay Lohan (two people I can totally picture there), but  I’ll take what I can get. Thankfully there is no one too old or disgusting on this show, which just proves that if you are young and generally un-ugly, people will not be revolted by your promiscuity and pervy face. Bring Gary Busey into the mix and it’s a whole other creepy story.
Don’t get me wrong. There are sad and horrible reasons why some of these people are in this predicament in the first place. I just don’t see why it’s necessary to publicly broadcast this kind of personal information for gossip hounds and TV retards (such as myself) to use it for entertainment. If you want to make a difference then go to a high school and talk about it, not basic cable at 10 pm after “Rock of Love”. If you want me to eat old Halloween candy and become mesmorized by your acne scars and count how many cigarettes you smoke while painting your emotions on a T-shirt, then please CARRY ON!!!

*The answer is YES, “Jersey Shore” is starting on MTV on Thursday! Holy Shit, this week is gonna be AWESOME!!!.

Imagine my shock last night when watching the 25th Anniversary Rock & Roll Hall of Fame concert upon realizing Bea Arthur is not dead, but rather alive and well as Graham Nash.

Also last night, Paul McCartney called David Crosby and finally relinquished his title as the Walrus to its rightful owner.  All hail the Walrus.