it's official

today i read this, in an article on obama:

....Later at a Lincoln Park nightclub, Obama spoke to a raucous crowd of music fans, who paid up to $500 per person to see a performance by Wilco lead singer Jeff Tweedy, and two other band members.

"Before these guys go, I want them to know that I had heard a rumor that they had suggested that I had nothing by them on my iPod," Obama said. "That is not true. I love Wilco."

but really. when i think of obama, i totally picture him in tight jeans and a band shirt, wearing black frame glasses, nodding his head to wilco, smoking a cigarette. don't you?

now, try this: picture him rolling on 20s, pumping n.w.a., screaming, "Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown!"

i imagane mccain's ipod is set to play mariah carey on repeat.

new news had these three articles listed as their most popular reads:

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false advertising

an absurd, life-changing thing just happened. i was flipping through a magazine and saw a tiny coca-cola ad, and instantly, i craved a coke. a controlling, pervading urge to drink a coke. i ran downstairs and popped one open and drank it, only to realize that, oh, coke tastes really terrible.

but the point is that ads WORK. i've never understood why people spend so much $$ on ads, but now i understand.

and another thing. i think i've realized that i want to be a director--hollywood, baby. i figure it'll be the hardest job to get, but whatever.

film school, here i come.