Yes. It makes me crazy.

Ok guys. Seriously. ENOUGH with the Gnarls Barkley covers! I can NOT get away from this song. Look at this list from Wikipedia of all the different versions of this song:

Cover versions and remixes
Possibly due to the song's enormous chart success and international popularity it is frequently covered by other artists: The Kooks,[13] Nelly Furtado,[14] and The Zutons have covered “Crazy” on BBC Radio 1's Live Lounge. Folk singer Ray LaMontagne has also covered the song,[15] and Paris Hilton had delayed the release of her debut album Paris to include a cover of “Crazy” as well,[16] although it was not included in the final track list. Other artists, including The Raconteurs,[17] Billy Idol,[18] The Academy Is… (with Schleprok of Gym Class Heroes),[19], The Roots, and Texas,[20] and The Twilight Singers have performed cover versions of the song live in concert. As of August 2006 no cover version has seen an official release.
Similarly, many unofficial remixes and mashups of the song were released as white labels and are circulating on file sharing networks and MP3 blogs. The Discount Rhinos Full Control Remix of the track even reached number 15 of the Australian ARIA Club chart.[10]

Since when was it ok to cover a song in the year it was released? And why are so many musicians picking this song anyway? Am I the only one who finds it rage-inducing?

my new career

I am positively flabbergasted. In the new issue of The Stranger, our Hump entry has been reviewed more favorably than we could have ever imagined a semi-inebriated spur-of-the-moment video shoot to be. You can read all of the reviews here.

The full review follows:

CONDOMENTS
USA, 2006 (1 min.)
Dir. XXX

The purest and most primitive of all seasonings and une serviette, the most refined of all table implements, come together in this short film. An allegory that challenges all of the audience's assumptions about what constitutes pornography, Condoments is a lo-fi meditation on race and class. The most complex and troubling issues we face as a society are the implicit players in this the coarse film, which also touches on the pleasures of dry humping amid the affected luxury of a fine dining establishment. Active and passive role-playing (consumption versus service, and vice versa) are also addressed. This HUMP! entry will be discussed in college-level cinema classes for generations to come.

Maybe we DO have a shot at that trip to Vegas. One thing is for certain. I am definitely going to put a lot more effort into an entry for next year. Perhaps I should take this as a sign that I should forgo the job search and become Lady Cyanide: Porn Producer full time.

WEEKEND RECAP

FRIDAY

After work, I went to Brugos’ to check on Lucy, pick up Elyse’s Nalgene and meet Matt, the guy who is house-sitting while B is in Brazil. Matt has a large dog so Lucy was nowhere to be found. She is probably perpetually cowering in the basement, fearing for her life and plotting to shit on everything that Brugos owns when he returns.

Turns out I’ve met Matt before at (probably more than) one of Brugos’ parties. We talked for a bit and then I had to run to the House of Fun to meet everyone Elyse, Andrew and various H.O.F.ers for dinner before Andrew’s going away party. For some reason, I had thought that the House of Fun was a lot closer to Brugos’ house. It was a longer walk than I expected. I arrived starving.

Olga brought out the party favors and then we walked to Olympic Pizza where I created my own calzone.

Back at the H.O.F., we broke in the karaoke machine. Meep and Borg arrived a short while later. Borg, Meep, Elyse and I played a few rounds of suicide karaoke (which isn’t all that much fun when you actually LIKE to sing karaoke methinks). We put in special requests for Andrew including Foreigner, Billy Ocean and Chaka Khan. I tried to capture a few moments on my digital camera in video mode but, obviously, the sound and picture are awful. It’s probably best left to memory anyway.

Other highlights included Matt singing “Come Together” some dude singing an intelligible, occasionally Irish, “scat” version of “Give It Away”. I mostly sang songs I had never done before. Some of them worked out and some didn’t. Meep sang quite a bit too, which was awesome.

Meep, Borg and I took our leave around 1:00. I had planned to ride the party out to the end, but they were my last chance to sleep in a bed that night and I was pretty tired anyway. It had been kind of an emotional week. For a lot of people.

SATURDAY

I got my hair cut in the morning. After that, Meep and I devised for the rest of the day. We would go to Cal Anderson Park, play Badminton and read comics. On our way there, we stopped for water at Rite Aide and happened upon some Garbage Pail Kids cards! Apparently, they have re-released them. And they are better than ever!

At the park, we attempted to play Badminton, but it was too windy. We broke out our comics and read for a bit. Then we lightened our load at Meep’s before heading out for the night.

Our first stop for the evening was Clever Dunne’s. We had planned to eat there as well, but apparently they no longer serve food. They do, however, encourage people to bring in their own food. Since we wanted to have a couple of pints, I went out in search of dinner. I returned with some delicious cucumber sandwiches from the store up the street.

A few pints later, we were ready to head to Scrapps’ birthday party. When we arrived, we felt a bit uncomfortable at first. The only people we knew were Scrapps and Matt and they were busy being hosts. So for a bit, Meep and I sat in the corner and chatted. Eventually, Scrapps came over and talked to us and then introduced us to some other people. After that, we were integrated into the party. It helped that most of them were video game designers who work with Scrapps (and therefore geeks). Meep met one of the guys who designed Gauntlet: Legends, and was a little star struck.

Meep and I finished the beers we had brought with us and, as our conversation had degenerated to nostalgia at that point, we decided we should go home. After Meep and I parted ways, I got a text message from Sherwood saying that David Cross was at the Nite Light.

SUNDAY

First off, I called in sick to my office boating event. It was just going to be too awkward and not much fun. Besides, I had already made other plans to attend Bumbershoot with Meep, Scrapps, Matt and their friend Travis.

We met the boys at Starbucks, and bought both our coffee and our Bumbershoot tickets. It was so painless (especially in comparison to my ticket debacle the previous year), that I think I will always buy Bumbershoot tickets at Starbucks.

We drove down to Seattle Center in Travis’ car and somehow, fairly painlessly, found free parking in Belltown. On our way to the center, we passed by a group of otherwise normal looking adults who were standing in a circle around a baby, who was seated on the ground. That is just one of those scenes that are probably funnier without an explanation.

When we got to Bumbershoot, it turned out that we had different plans for comedy. Since now, there are two comedy stages, we parted ways. Meep and I went to the Charlotte Martin Theatre to get in line for the Upright Citizens Brigade. The boys went to Intiman to try and catch Zach Galifianakis.

Andrew had planned to try and meet us for UCB. Instead, Elyse managed to find us and scam her way into line with us just in time. Andrew was unable to make it through the mess. (This year they are having everyone scrunch together into a blob, instead of standing in a pesky, ordered queue. Genius!)

UCB was awesome. It was all the original members apart from Amy. Also joining them were Horatio Sanz, Rob Huebel (Inconsiderate Cell Phone Guy) and Paul Sheer from Best Week Ever.

At the beginning of the show, they passed around some baseball caps asking everyone to donate their drugs. Obviously, no one wanted to give up their drugs, but Elyse put her bag of slivered almonds into the hat, and I unloaded my “Perfect Strangers” trading card. The bag of almonds ended up on the stage for the duration of the show. The trading card ended up in Ian Roberts’ pocket!

After the show, we got some overpriced, greasy Chinese food and ate in on the stairs whilst surrounded by shrieking high school kids. Then it was back in line for Trapped in the Closet.

In line, we ran into Pam and Aaron. We pulled out the playing cards and killed a little time with Hearts.

Trapped in the Closet was AMAZING. The premise of the show is that the movie is being inducted into some sort of honor society. They have guest panelists who play characters who supposedly worked on the movie. On this panel were Slovin (playing R. Kelly’s therapist) and Allen (playing a man from a future in which Trapped in the Closet has replaced religion), Mary Lynn Rajskub (playing the craft services coordinator), Rob Huebel (playing the stunt coordinator) and David Cross as the voice of The Closet. The moderators are Paul Sheer and Aziz Ansari (heart) who play Octogenarian T.I.T.C. experts.

I imagine the full show is better, but they only had an hour, so they began by recapping the first six chapters and then showing the next four with commentary and questions from the audience in between. I had never seen any of T.I.T.C. before so the whole thing kind of blew my mind.

After T.I.T.C., Elyse took off to see more music, and Meep and I went to find a beer garden and wait for the guys to be done with their comedy. We chose our first beer garden poorly. It was right next to the Jazz stage. Scrapps called and we decided that rather than have them meet us there, we would down our drinks and then move to a different beer garden. We chose the big one right next to the giant claw that spews fire.

Fire spewing claws are cool, but after a while, we realized that we were done with Bumbershoot and would be happier drinking for half the price at a bar. Scrapps and Travis (Matt had already left) were especially tired of Bumbershoot because they ended up not being able to get into ANY of the shows they had wanted to see.

We headed up second and stopped at the Rendezvous and Shorty’s and the Nite Lite (sadly, comedian free) before calling it a night.

MONDAY

Perhaps I drank too many VARIATIONS of beverage the night before because I was all kind of hung over, from nausea to dizziness to just general craptitude. I managed to venture out into the world around 11:30 to get chai and breakfast, but that was, sadly, the only thing I would be able to accomplish.

The rest of the day was spent watching the Dark Angel marathon, checking my email every five minutes and occasionally cleaning something. I also watched Flight Plan. I must say that even though the twist was even more dumb than I expected, I kind of like the social study of how the other passengers on the plane reacted to Jodi Foster’s character in that situation. I also liked that Sean Bean didn’t have to be evil.

Next Weekend Dandys and Hump. Plus: I get older.

letter to my younger self

Dear 16-Year-Old Baxter,

Right now you are young and idealistic. You think that all corporations are bad and therefore you do not support Starbucks. This ideology comes from a place of good but one day you will learn that things are not so black and white. One morning, when you are nigh on your 28th birthday, you will wake up extremely hung over. You do not yet know what a hangover is like because you do not drink. But it will make you desperate to do anything you can to alleviate it. You will already be familiar with the delicious products that Starbucks has to offer because you will have learned that sometimes corporations become such because they offer a quality service that is superior to their competitors. Regardless, you will, for the first time, visit the small, privately owned coffee shop that is around the corner from your apartment because you are always willing to give places like this a try. You glance at their pastry case and find that their selection of brownies and bagels will not help you recover this morning. You must have eggs! You ask, with a twinge of hope in your voice, if they sell anything with eggs in it. The man behind the counter tells you, with a hint of snark, that he sold all of those things for breakfast. It is only 11:30, which is still technically morning and also on a holiday so your request for a breakfast item is not unreasonable. You tell the man that you will need to move on then and head up the block to the Starbucks. When you arrive there, they greet you with smiles and friendly banter. You order a breakfast sandwich and a chai and they have these things in stock. They sympathize with your hangover as they pass you exactly what you wanted. You return home, satisfied and on the road to recovery. On this day, you will be extremely thankful that a place like Starbucks exists. This does not make you a capitalist pig. It just makes you an American. And while the world on the whole has not really gotten better by the time you are 28 (it, in fact, gets worse in a lot of ways), you will understand that this is not necessarily a bad thing.

Oh, and one more thing. You aren't fat.

Love,

Me

I’m Old

So I just got home and I'm eating a late-night bowl of cereal/dinner. I flipped through the channels on the tv and came across the MTV Video Awards and it threw me into a quandary. I'm not sure if I'm drunk, completely out of touch, or losing my mind but who the hell are the All American Rejects and since when was Paris Hilton an independent film producer? Why is Stevo from Jackass cool? Nick Lachey is incapable of reading a teleprompter naturally. Madonna's latest video looks like a work-out tape. I think I will change the channel now before I start to seriously fear for the youth of our nation.

plantricide

Does anyone have any advice on how to remember to water your plants? It would be really helpful if someone created a plant that meowed at you to remind you to feed it. I'm pretty sure that's the only reason Tobe is fed on a regular basis. Plus, wouldn't a meowing plant be the coolest? Elyse, you should work on this.

Pictures from the Dodeca

Please enjoy some pictures from the Dodecathelon, including a visual representation of a keg stand.

My Hump

Friends,

The Galloo and I made a silly little short film for the Stranger's Hump (amateur porn) contest involving a salt shaker and a carefully ripped napkin. Let your imaginations run with that…

The exciting part is that we made it to the top 20 entries and our movie (entitled “Condoments”) will be eligible for the competition to win a trip to the annual porn convention in Vegas and $2000. Before we knew we were in, we bought a whole bunch of tickets and then they informed us that we would get comps. Now, since the audience votes on the winners, we would like to give our purchased tickets to friends who would support our endeavors. Are any of you, my loyal (and local) readers, interested in going? I would give you the tickets (to the now sold out festival) for a discounted rate if you promised to vote for us. The tickets are for the 6pm show on Saturday, September 9th.

As you may or may not know, Hump is the talk of the town. And YOU can be there! Let me know if you're interested.

PS: You have my solemn promise that you will NOT see any of mine or Galloo's naughty bits in the film. It's all about the inanimate objects!

kill yr idols

Last night Faye and I watched “Last Days”. I have been threatening to see this film since it premiered at SIFF, but, for various reasons, never got around to it. I didn't expect much from it, considering I have only ever enjoyed ONE Gus Van Sant film. The guy is just not a good filmmaker. Self-importance aside, his dirty-old-man vibe gives me the willies. There are many out-of-work actors who could play Mormon missionaries, but 'Ol Gus had to hire a set of young, supple, yet extremely green twins instead. And I'm sure he hired them with not a HINT of ulterior motive. Gus got lucky with Michael Pitt who is not only young and supple, but can also act.

But crappy filmmaking decisions aside, the thing that really bugged me about the film was brought to light by Faye. “This movie is making me hate Kurt Cobain” she said. And she was right. I don't know how Gus MEANT to portray Kurt, but if he intended to show that this man who was revered as a rock God was nothing more than a fucked up junkie who stumbled into fame, couldn't get clean, neglected his family and friends and then unintentionally blew his head off, then mission accomplished. Sure, Kurt wrote great songs and changed the face of rock and roll, but was it all accidental? It wasn't the fame that got to Kurt. It was his severe depression and his addictive nature. He probably would have ended up the same way without the record contract and he would have been dismissed as another junkie statistic, if his death even registered at all.

It wasn't just the movie that got me re-evaluating my feelings toward a guy I formerly revered. I also recently read “Life on Planet Rock” by Lonn Friend, the ex-RIP magazine editor. In his chapter about Nirvana, Kurt came off as a dick and a headcase. Just because someone can write a good song (or novel or poem) doesn't give them a license to act like selfish children. Kurt seemed to take one look at Lonn Friend, dismiss him as corporate crap, and that was that. Perhaps he was just having an off day. Perhaps he was strung out (because that's a good excuse..) but I've read an awful lot of interviews and books about him and they all suggest the same thing: The guy spent most of his life pushing away the people who wanted to help him and only letting equally fucked up people in. Tell me again why he's such a hero to so many people?

It's a similar revelation I had with “Catcher in the Rye”. In high school, I related to Holden Caulfield because I was a lonely, bitter teenage asshole. As an adult, I still think “Catcher” is a great piece of literature, but now I feel sorry for Holden because he is really the ONLY ONE standing in the way of his happiness. Sure, the world is full of phonies. But there are good people too. Lots of them. And if you just assume that each new person you meet will screw you over, you're going to lead a long (or short) lonely life.

Both Holden and Kurt ended their stories before anyone of influence could tell them to just grow up. Gus Van Sant may have made a long, pretentious, extremely flawed film, but the story he told still had an effect.

this ones gonna blow

Brugos' new Bettie Page mural on the side of his house has caused a stir on the Seattle LJ community! It's pretty neat to get to hang out in a house that will probably become a Seattle landmark.