looks like i might as well pack it in, i will no longer be a productive member of society (*snort snort*) now that i have discovered uselessknowledge.com. trivia overdose commencing...

oh yay, a couple with prom outfits made entirely out of duct tape! apparently there is a contest for the best design, but the vest and patterned skirt get my vote. man, i was lame in high school.

leave it to The Onion to ferret out another real live pop queen for us. am i this girl? possibly. do i have a crush on her, or at least her Newbury Comics equivalent with the Allston bangs, cats-eye glasses, and nice round bum? probably. am i also interested in her passel of "slim-hipped good-looking hipster guys'? oh yeah. it's that bedhead-fanboy-squareglasses thing, it's a real problem for me.

thank you, Paul, i will try to be a good wife from now on. even though i'm a jaded single bi social-democrat slacker attorney, i will try, o yes i will.

hey, look at this, G Love has a new record! have i mentioned that my new job is located directly above the Newbury Comics in Government Center? they should just pay me in gift certificate form.

like the song says, 'To hell with love.' new study from good old Rutgers, the state u. of NJ at which i narrowly avoided spending the best years of my adolescence, shows that American 20somethings have an unrealistically idealistic view of marriage. there's some research dollars well spent. probing insights like 'They expect their spouse to provide for their every emotional need" and "They think there are too many divorces, and that their own marriages will not end in divorce" would go undiscovered were it not for people like this. hey, isn't "unrealistically idealistic" redundant?

i will never wash my Yahoo email account again! i sent Paul Lukas an email about the Godzilla meat thing and he *replied*, in timely and witty fashion. siiiiiigh.

i hereby order all my subjects to order all the back issues of Beer Frame and his book, "Inconspicous Consumption," and keep them next to your bed, like me --- the "Enemy Wind" review will slay you every time. he is a golden god!

dear god, maybe i can scoop Paul Lukas on this one!!! ok, i can't even believe i'm writing this, but someone is going to start selling canned Godzilla meat from Japan. where else? as they say, break me off a piece of that! mmmmmmm, beastie.

this is the quote of the day, from Garrison Keillor:

"Boston is a charming city that I associate with a sort of fusty and pointless eccentricity that drives
me nuts. A city of crazy aunts."

yes, yes it is. i think the first demi-blog i split off will be all about this town, i will change my name to the Bean Queen, ehhhxcellent.

is that new Guided By Voices song good or what? it's good. so is the new Radiohead, what are they, reading that '7 Habits of Highly Effective People' book? they are so prolific. it's good.

in unrelated musical news, if you want to buy my extra Dave Matthews ticket for this Saturday night in Foxboro, MA, plead your case to yourpopqueen@hotmail.com. if you want to make fun of me for going to Dave Matthews, do the same, and i will respond in kind. i'm good like that.

i have a hot tip for everyone this afternoon: buy stock in Band-Aids because i bought enough of them last night to clothe myself from head to foot. what a messy proposition that would be.

but i digress, that was a little prelude to sketching out the details of my Jet-Setter Weekend: she's here, she's there, she's in NJ doing magic tricks for Ellis Paul, she's in Boston embarrassing Mary Lou Lord, she's nearly falling off a ferry into Boston Harbor, she's at the Stone Pony in Asbury Park, NJ soaking up the crappy ambience . . . you name it, the popqueen was in effect. my most effectual moment is the one that has to do with Band-Aids, thus i will relate it forthwith (already practicing that jargon, baby).

i sustained my most spectacular frisbee-related injury to date yesterday, bumping into the #2 slot the time i got clipped in the ear and i couldn't hear for 2 days. what with the lovely weather, sweeping harbor views, and surfeit of rolling green lawns out on George's Island yesterday, we all decided to toss around the old disc, which starts out innocent and then quickly gets cutthroat when you're dealing with wizened ex-college ultimate players. so i took off after a long throw, down a little hill, foolishly, foolishly, and promptly bit it on some asphalt, drawing stupefied yet admiring responses from my fellows and shredding large expanses of skin in a very 'ESPN Extreme Sports' kind of way. oooooooouch. since there was no first aid on the island, i toughed it out, thinking how lucky i was that i didn't break my arm or worse, and feeling the numbing effect of homemade adrenaline. this all came crashing to a halt at about 10pm, when i got in the shower at home. ooooooooooouch. and now i am coated with Neosporin and looking at a hideous week or so of fancy Band-Aids and dull throbbing pain. not even i am that much of a masochist, o well. too bad i'm not in second grade anymore, i could let my peers inspect the damage for kicks. these days, i just sound like a jackass: 'Yeah, i fell down yesterday, uh, playing frisbee.'

ok, i was going to regale you all further, but i just got an email from the Ghost of Christmas Past. i love temporally-sensitive blogging. more later, she teased.