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Are you registered to vote in this next, very important election? I'm always surprised by how many young people are not, or mean to and don't get around to registering in time. And since every state has different regulations and cut off dates for registration, its not always easy to do. Guess what? Your government likes it that way! So, please, make sure you are registered, because the cut off dates are really soon, and you don't want to be left out. You can find out the voter registration deadlines for your state here. OR, just got here and register today.
The Ettes play NYC tonight!!! Garage punk band and BUST friends, The Ettes , will be playing the Mercury Lounge in NYC tonight! They rock hard and get the dance floor shaking.
This is the Marg-a-rama, a home margarita machine. And it's mine! Given to me by my big brother for my birthday, this baby is 60 watts of party! You just dump in the booze, mix, fruit, and ay carumba, it's like having my own personal Chevy's in my kitchen. But what's fascinating/distrubing about the Marg-a-rama is that it has two outlet chords: one is just a standard plug, but the other chord is an AC adapter for your car! I think it's meant for tail gate parties, but just the thought of toting a margarita machine in the passenger's seat is kind of weird.
This past Friday the British duo Goldfrapp, Alison Goldfrapp and Will Gregory, played to a packed house at NYC's Radio City Music Hall. A perfect Art Deco setting for them. Backed by a five piece band which included harp and key-tars, Alison and Will took their adoring fans on a musical journey with selections from their four albums. Concentrating on the their latest gem, Seventh Tree, Goldfrapp seduced the crowd with songs like 'A & E', 'Caravan Girl' and 'Little Bird'.
I have always thought we should have her in BUST, but I don't think the other ladies in the office agree with me. I know what your going to say, 'but the tits and the bathing suits and she is just a sex symbol...blah blah blah'. But I never frowned at Dolly for the work she has had done, mainly because of the way she addresses it, with full on honesty. I also have never been one to hate on someone because they want to wear stripper shoes and pose nude. Her work with PETA has been outstanding, even though I love my meat I respect someone who has such passion for the issues they care about.
Tina and Amy do Palin and Clinton on SNL this weekend.
I'm so beyond excited for this month's release of Ghost World: the Special Edition, I can barely keep it together. According to Fantagraphics Books, this edition features not only the original comic and screenplay, but 200 pages of yummy extras: new GW strips and an introduction by Daniel Clowes, tons of artwork, notes and unused concepts, even movie posters and foreign edition covers. Plus, Clowes annotated the entire thing, which makes the nerd in me just giggle with glee.
Oh, the ladies of the FLDS. Call them what you will, but it's sort of difficult to ignore their place as the style icons of summer '08. Fashion savvy girls and guys spent the majority of that news cycle all but creaming over the perfectly coiffed hair and constructed sleeves, and I thought for sure Marc Jacobs would be the first to send some warped (and probably awesome) version of the image down a runway. Turns out he's been beaten to the punch...by the FLDS ladies themselves.
i have to say...my Kenley Collins girl crush has totally fizzled and died. WTF? she totally cracked! i finally caught up on the last episode of Proj Runway last night and my stomach literally turned. First off, the 'garment' she made was truly heinous. She brushed off my boy Tim when he tried to warn her it was terrible and went on and on about how AWESOME she thought she was. GAG. Then she had the balls to snap at Heidi at the aquarium party and then again after the runway show. The overconfidence is driving me batty.
The reviews are in, critics HATE 'The Women,' and I wholeheartedly agree with them. I wanted to like it. I was excited to see it. But unfortunately, what is currently being peddled to us as the film we simply MUST see with all of our girlfriends in tow, is a steaming pile of shit. Not an honest moment or genuine exchange as far as the eye can see. There aren't even any good clothes or dreamy locales to take viewers minds off the impossible script. The film is a nightmare, plain and simple.
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