dynamite! that shit is outta sight!

now that i've got your attention, i don't really know what to do with it. my current attention at the present moment is partially occupied by tonight's episode of the o.c., in which i vicariously live through each of the characters, and yes, even marisa cooper! i applaud that the show has made a character like seth cohen's (obscure comic book references, indie rock interests? wtf!?) adorable to the judgemental girls of today's "millenial" generation, and that they actually gave richard gallagher a non-douchebaggy part for once, as the charming lawyer dad. oh, and the soundtrack! the people who pick the songs that go on that show must be hipsters (which ain't so bad, as long as their hipster tendencies don't go overboard)!

finley quaye & william orbit feat. beth orton - dice

that song. that song!

um, i don't have anything soapboxy to speak upon, or anything impassioned to say. today, i, well, um, stole a bunch of books from the public library, and dreamed that i was allergic to having my spine being touched.

joseph's fun fact of the day: jimi hendrix used to put baby oil on his guitar strings. he also had sex with men... but that shouldn't make him any less of anything. (i guess that was two facts.)

joseph's question of the day: do people who read lips experience something different when they kiss, or even better, read minds?

joseph's spoiler of the day: the bride's name is beatrice kiddo. and bill dies!

goodnight vietnam!

p.s. i just finished watching the o.c., and what the fuck is summer thinking? hang in there, seth!