Right now I am laying on the bare floor of my almost-empty apartment.

I have no furniture left. My bed has been packed up, my couch dumped in the back alley. I know, it's illegal, but I'm sure the homeless guy with the hat made out of pink wall insulation that hangs out there will appreciate somewhere to sit. Scavenging is exhausting work, you know.

I feel like I've been cheated. I'm supposed to be excited about moving, right? Maybe I am, way down underneath all this shit thats been piled on top of me. Give me a month to dig my way out and we'll see. Emotion takes up too much of my energy anyways, especially when I've got all this dishware to pack.

Maybe next month i'll post a link to a video of that dancing baby or something.

I don't even care that this is four weeks old. That's how we roll here at nerdy by nature. One month behind the times.

You know it's going to be a good day when you wake up at the crack of dawn with a searing pain in your upper back. Now, I know what you're all thinking: Well if you didn't sleep on your couch all the time you probably wouldn't have back pain, dumbass. That's all well and good, but the idea of sleeping in a bed that isn't enclosed in a separate room freaks me out, so I prefer to fall asleep to the sweet, sweet musings of Conan O'Brien, America's dreamiest late night talk show host. Fear not, I will be moving in 7 days to an apartment with a real bedroom. Plus, I don't even have a couch for that place yet so the problem is pretty much solving itself.

Anyways.

I finally got around to buying the soundtrack to "Deathproof" this weekend. Let me tell you, if there is any album to listen to on a hot night with the windows open while you pretend to pack but really just dance around in your undies while you try on clothes you've found in the recesses of your closet, this is it. Its got the perfect mix of sultry (Good Love, Bad Love by Eddie Floyd and The Love You Save by Joe Tex) and seedy (Hold Tight by Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich and Chick Habit by April March*). Plus it has excellent sound clips from the movie, including one of my favorite bits where two dudes try to get these ladies to go home with them by buying two rounds of Jager shots. Ah, Jager. The choice of date rapists everywhere. All in all, totally worth the $16 and the guilt of buying music retail at borders.

*April March is apparently this girl from NYC who made up a french-pop-y alter ego for herself. Though I do not condone singing cutesy french pop unless you are both cute and from france, the cover art for "Chick Habit" (see above) is totally awesome and I will probably steal the idea if I ever put out a single, so I guess that makes us even. For now..........

This made me smile.

In Which the Human Race Disappoints Me Yet Again

Three pieces of information I picked up from today's RedEye, a newspaper so bad it almost makes me wish I didn't know how to read so that I wouldn't have to subject myself to this kind of brain rot.

1. The american public would much rather see Ice Cube in "Are We Done Yet?", which is basically a bunch of clips of him fighting off forest creatures in ways that I imagine to be "hip" and "urban" (i.e. throwing an air force one at an opossum) than Grindhouse, which was probably one of the funniest/scariest/sexiest movies i've ever seen. I guess since it's a holiday weekend, people want to go see family-friendly films or some dumb shit like that. Whatevs.

2. According to my horoscope, the incoming moon of venus will increase my sexual appetite for the next 2 weeks. Watch out, boys. Rawr!

3. Hayden Panettiere is totally dating that guy from Laguna Beach and is best friends with Bruce Willis' daughter and they totally have matching belly button rings!

Wow. Knowledge really *is* power!

A Vote For Fashion Rock is a Vote For America

Obama? Edwards? That ol' battle-axe Hilary Clinton? With all these choices, a girl's brain is likely to short out!

So why waste time taxing that pretty little head of yours thinking about war or social security, or whatever other bullshit "issues" the "man" wants you to care about when you could be thinking about good old fashioned rock and roll?

That's what I thought.

Metromix is holding their annual Rock'n'Vote competion, and you can go and vote for your favorite band right now. But we're going to do this democracy thing Chicago style, which means i'm gonna tell you who to vote for and then you're gonna do it, less you want my boy Vinny over here to take you on a ride. You wouldn't want that now, would you?

Ok, so here's what to do: Click here and vote for Welcome to Cambridge. They're talented, super-dreamy, and look like they've just stepped out of a photo shoot for GQ. It's a no-brainer, folks.

upper left: Definitely NOT a vote for fashion rock. Shoulder pads and mom haircuts are so 1993.