<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:16:55.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumberlord</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.stylusmagazine.com/"&gt;Stylus Magazine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>177</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-6451164329787922842</id><published>2007-03-30T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T14:37:06.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Doughn't dream it's overI rarely eat doughnuts. But I rarely refuse to eat them if they are offered to me. And the most frequently free doughnuts are Dunkin Donuts Munchkins. The easily recognized box is frequently out for grabs at white-collar jobs, but people don’t just reach in and grab one or a handful indiscriminately. Rather there’s a clear hierarchy that’s respected and followed and goes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/6451164329787922842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/6451164329787922842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6451164329787922842' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-7316421993334536600</id><published>2007-03-17T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T12:23:13.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've got Powers... political Powers.  Watching "24" has led me to believe that there should be a game show called "Power(s) Booth(e)," hosted by Powers Boothe. I'm not sure if the 's' and the 'e' should be retained or not. I haven't totally worked out what the show would be about, but contestants would definitely be in a booth, and some sort of staring/intimidation contest with Boothe would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/7316421993334536600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/7316421993334536600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7316421993334536600' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-5275767089326520992</id><published>2007-02-25T12:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T12:55:24.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gay basketball dudes watch out     Which sport is the most homophobic? Like most people, I have always believed its figure skating, but I was thrown into doubt a few weeks ago when former NBA star Tim Hardaway told an interviewer he was not fond of the homosexuals.    Ala Billie Jean King vs. Bobby Riggs, I think Hardaway should have a slam dunk contest against the top living gay basketball </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/5275767089326520992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/5275767089326520992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#5275767089326520992' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-117121391349358917</id><published>2007-02-11T11:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T11:11:53.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dangerous gamesSomeone was talking about a standing drinking game in which the two participants have challenged each other irregularly over the years to drink the undrinkable shot. The two take turns making a shot out of no more than two types of alcohol and anything in the kitchen. They each have to down one when its done and if one of them can’t swallow it or throws up, the other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/117121391349358917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/117121391349358917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117121391349358917' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-117022210982177509</id><published>2007-01-30T23:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T23:41:49.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sixty months of SundaysOnce-lauded indie band The Chamber Strings have resurfaced after five years away.Parts of this story are familiar from the lives of so many other troubled musicians, although the parts about singing soul in prison and the Japanese magazine cover make it pretty well worth reading. I was more stricken by the passage of time. I recently had a birthday, and it didn’t make me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/117022210982177509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/117022210982177509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#117022210982177509' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-116909418399902146</id><published>2007-01-17T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:23:04.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We use every part of the vegetable buffaloPost-barbecue improvised recipe:Kaiser bunOne slice cheddar cheeseThree grilled banana slicesCopious Jalapeno pepper slicesBarbeque sauceOne Morningstar veggie-burger pattyPostmortem: One grilled banana slice goes a long way. Wow, those things have a powerfully sweet taste to them.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/116909418399902146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/116909418399902146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116909418399902146' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-116840455027240999</id><published>2007-01-09T22:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:49:10.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joker's request easier than he realizedSomeone who is not lazy, look this up and tell me it is actually legal:legal money with dumb crap in place of George's faceSo I could get a whole lot of Hitler $1 made and businesses would have to honor them?And, as a side note, wait, what the fuck, Silverchair, you see that too, right?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/116840455027240999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/116840455027240999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116840455027240999' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-116779471407867189</id><published>2007-01-02T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T21:25:14.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>B-Grade BloggerA year ago I decided to try to blog once a week during 2006. "At least 52 updates in 2006 should not be difficult." Well, I was right and I was wrong. I made 43 posts out of a possible 52. That's about 83%. It's not great, but it passes. On the pro side, I think that cautiously positive real-life things kept me away from the Internet for a lot of that time. And if I missed a few "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/116779471407867189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/116779471407867189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116779471407867189' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-116719388898457874</id><published>2006-12-26T22:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T22:31:28.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fountain heads and found soundsWhile looking for something else entirely I stumbled on an interesting interview with experimental poet Kenneth Goldsmith. Despite my relative ignorance of avant-garde poetry and a few minor quibbles with the interview format, I found the following two sections quite interesting:EB: ... In what sense is being new or innovative important to you?KG: An artist </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/116719388898457874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/116719388898457874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116719388898457874' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-116641946021018618</id><published>2006-12-17T23:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:24:20.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bullpen helpFrom a recent Harper's article, describing an Illinois senator Q&amp;A from this past summer:"[Richard] Durbin mentioned to the crowd that [Barack] Obama had thrown out the first pitch at a Chicago White Sox game last year; this, he noted, had sparked a long winning streak, at the end of which the team won its first World Series in eighty-eight years. Later, a student at the University of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/116641946021018618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/116641946021018618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116641946021018618' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-116581338087282066</id><published>2006-12-10T22:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:03:00.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wiki-wiki soundThe true measure of a man: the past few weeks worth of Wikipedia visits, as recorded in workplace Internet browser history:A4 Paper SizeApollo CreedBedknobs and BroomsticksCare BearsCarrieCarrie the MusicalCharles KrauthammerDon DrysdaleDrug Price Competition and Patent Term Restoration ActEndocytosisEPR ParadoxEugene the JeepGarth Marenghi's DarkplaceGoldman SachsGraduate Record </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/116581338087282066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/116581338087282066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116581338087282066' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-116518458936379011</id><published>2006-12-03T13:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T16:23:10.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weather or NotFrom Friday's Chicago Tribune, following the year's first big winter storm:8:43 AM: Lesson in irony? The Illinois Education Association has faxed out an announcement that it's canceling something called the Winter Advocacy Conference today due to ... the weather. So, a pro-winter convention is being nixed because of winter? Not quite. Closer inspection reveals that the "advocacy" in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/116518458936379011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/116518458936379011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116518458936379011' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-116460918058353226</id><published>2006-11-27T00:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T00:33:00.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Mo Maoists Mo ProblemsMaoists. Yeah, Maoists. There are so many bands now that want to sound like Gang of Four or the Sonics. There will be no My Chemical Romance for them. They want to be cool.  Maybe you want to be a Trotskyite or a Sandanista. You’re not going to get on the cover of NME modeling yourself after Abdul-Khalim Sadulayev or Nicolás Rodríguez. Let’s bring back the Symbionese </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/116460918058353226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/116460918058353226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116460918058353226' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-116369082825564075</id><published>2006-11-16T09:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:27:08.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nixed p'stationsyaynay</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/116369082825564075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/116369082825564075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116369082825564075' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-116305092174613831</id><published>2006-11-08T23:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:42:01.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>maxed uwelationgood: the understated beauty of Clare Forlani in Meet Joe Blackbad: the presence of Clare Forlani in Uwe Boll's new film "In the Name of the King: A Dungeon Siege Tale," and in a larger sense, the presence of Uwe Boll in general</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/116305092174613831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/116305092174613831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116305092174613831' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-116244447004710185</id><published>2006-11-01T23:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T23:14:30.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>maxi asininebadassdumbass</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/116244447004710185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/116244447004710185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116244447004710185' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-116183668715616078</id><published>2006-10-25T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T23:24:47.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mixed emissionsHot!So not.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/116183668715616078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/116183668715616078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116183668715616078' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-116123230776802334</id><published>2006-10-18T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T23:31:47.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mixed emotionsThis week. Happy:Sad:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/116123230776802334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/116123230776802334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116123230776802334' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-115933126457499282</id><published>2006-09-26T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T23:27:44.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Get ill indeedI am mildly fond of conventional rap album design, from the shrill and glammy Pen and Pixel styles to the self-aggrandizing gothic hubris of New York’s rhyme kings. But for a genre that’s supposed to be so stylish, you don’t always see a lot of style on display. That’s why I’m so impressed with exhibit A:It’s seriously near-perfect design. Diddy has fallen in and out of favor with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/115933126457499282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/115933126457499282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115933126457499282' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-115881894259035928</id><published>2006-09-21T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T01:09:02.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You can’t handle the truth.Just kidding. You can.Premier, tonight.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/115881894259035928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/115881894259035928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115881894259035928' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-115812119856411585</id><published>2006-09-12T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T23:19:58.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Many people are very much so...tiredPeople leave a lot of pointless junk on car windshields, but most of it has to do with cheap work or promotions for shady local businesses. Rarely does these anything as interesting as this crop up:FREE GASOLINEAre you sick and tired of high gasoline cost? Many people are very much so...tired. We have solved the riddle to the problem. For FREE details on how to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/115812119856411585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/115812119856411585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115812119856411585' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-115630665287677816</id><published>2006-08-22T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:17:32.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's this film you probably haven't heard about yetBelow is a blog entry about “Snakes on a Plane,” a film that came out in theaters this past weekend. I’m pretty sure this is the first time the film has been mentioned on a blog, if not on the entire Internet.A friend of mine who is something of a cinematic maven called the film a big waste of his money. He said he was taken in by a clever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/115630665287677816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/115630665287677816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115630665287677816' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-115509552137912204</id><published>2006-08-08T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:54:03.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Great directors of our time: Zach Braff“Artist on Artist: Zach Braff and Kevin SmithTwo great directors, Zach Braff and Kevin Smith, in L.A., discussing eachothers careers, Kevin also talks about how addicted he is to Myspace”That’s with spelling and punctuation intact, in case it’s not obvious (key line: MySpace entered as “Myspace” on, yes, MySpace.com).Let’s unpack that statement. Smith, at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/115509552137912204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/115509552137912204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115509552137912204' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-115458260594205101</id><published>2006-08-03T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T00:23:25.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blogI admit defeat. Sort of.I have been lagging hardcore on this blog for some time, and I fully intended to update it at the end of the weekend, but the extreme heat pushed me beyond reason and drove me well outside of my normal routine. I actually didn’t move for three days, which made it difficult to approach the computer, much less type intelligent things. I tried to dictate entries to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/115458260594205101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/115458260594205101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115458260594205101' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-115284843289065187</id><published>2006-07-13T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T22:40:32.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We’re crazy for gremlins!The original film is well-loved, and deservedly so. But "Gremlins 2: The New Batch" has been unfairly overlooked through the years. Great things about Gremlins 2:Science fiction journeyman Robert Picardo.A reference to Susan Sontag.An all-gremlin musical number.Attempted unnecessary dental surgery.A fairly amusing Hulk Hogan cameo.Of course the best moment in the film is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/115284843289065187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/115284843289065187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115284843289065187' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-115224468458886193</id><published>2006-07-06T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T22:58:04.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Marriage, RAWRThis past weekend I had a long evening out that left me thinking a lot about relationships. I also saw large segments of each of the three Jurassic Park movies, thanks mostly to my roommate, who had a bit of a JP film festival going. The combination of the two subjects stirring in my brain naturally led me to have a dream in which I was getting married (not to anyone I know; her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/115224468458886193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/115224468458886193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115224468458886193' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-115171784869765787</id><published>2006-06-30T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T20:37:28.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ReversalDo you think goats believe in their own Satan, just like people-Satan, except he has the head and upper body of a goat and the hideous fleshy thighs, long legs and five-toed feet of a human being?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/115171784869765787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/115171784869765787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115171784869765787' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-115076752305015589</id><published>2006-06-19T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T20:41:49.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Learning, so funPowers of TenI love picnics as much as the next person, but every time I attend one I find myself asking the same clichéd questions, like “What would I see if I zoomed in on a carbon atom in my hand right now?”Really, can you think of anything more fun than revisiting filmstrips you were shown in high school? I sure can't! “Powers of Ten” was an IBM-sponsored documentary and it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/115076752305015589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/115076752305015589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115076752305015589' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-114977652590754427</id><published>2006-06-08T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T09:22:05.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?As mentioned some time back, I joined a fantasy baseball league this year. Not so many months ago I assumed fantasy baseball was some sort of MMORPG in which a goblin might try to sacrifice bunt a fellow goblin to second against a hard-throwing Elven righty. Not so.I have since learned about the only slightly less nebbish truth, in which armchair </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114977652590754427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114977652590754427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114977652590754427' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-114904665647591375</id><published>2006-05-30T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T22:37:36.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey actually let's not talk about pop music okI spend a lot of time listening to music and very little time talking about music. When the topic comes up in conversation, I either end up violently disagreeing with people (please, no more Gang of Four discussions) or unintentionally condescending everyone and painting myself as a peevish obscurist squinting at mp3 playlists at three in the morning </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114904665647591375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114904665647591375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114904665647591375' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-114835732875655191</id><published>2006-05-22T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T23:08:48.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When parody backfires into free advertisingIt appears we accidentally have cable for the summer, which is made up almost entirely of channels I would never watch. I see a lot more Sox games (tonight, OMG) and Ghost in the Shell (what separates a sci-fi political thriller from a regular thriller? They have long philosophical discussions on “Cyberspace” instead of on shadowy Beltway corners). </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114835732875655191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114835732875655191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114835732875655191' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-114775564401253233</id><published>2006-05-15T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T00:00:44.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>do you need my assistancePolice Chief Grady: I'm sorry about that delousing. Just standard procedure.Farva: It's powdered sugar.Police Chief Grady: The lice hate the sugar.Farva: It's delicious.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114775564401253233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114775564401253233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114775564401253233' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-114723687820881210</id><published>2006-05-09T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T00:02:48.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where do dogs come from anywayWhen God gets back to earth it’s going to probably be like “Hello everyone how are you all-“ and then a happy Chihuahua will run up to jump at it and bark excitedly and God will be all “WTF did you guys do, seriously.”According to Wikipedia, the most credible source I could be bothered to consult during the 45 seconds I was curious about Chihuahua genealogy, theories</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114723687820881210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114723687820881210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114723687820881210' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-114654502850142579</id><published>2006-05-01T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T23:43:48.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Equal opportunity employmentEarly Nintendo games kept the villains pretty simple. The opposition might be turtle, goomba, turtle, turtle, goomba, turtle, goomba, goomba, goomba, and so on. Every once and a while they might mix it up with a turtle with wings, and that would be totally crazy by those standards. King Koopa had strict recruitment rules.Ninja Gaiden was different. Jaquio and Ashura, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114654502850142579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114654502850142579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114654502850142579' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-114592960905848591</id><published>2006-04-24T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T20:46:49.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This bitch gets crazy for quicheThe other day I was thinking how much I want some quiche (I know that’s like every day right but anyway) and I realized it’s a pretty bizarre idea for food. How did it come about? There was some guy at the Roman Omelet Academy who kept pushing the envelope and he got thrown out for being too radical and this was his creation?Food from a lot of other parts of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114592960905848591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114592960905848591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114592960905848591' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-114533739282624775</id><published>2006-04-18T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T00:31:41.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you want to be rich, you got to be a bitchI guess most people wish they were rich so they can buy extravagant things they don’t need, acquire small dogs that will give them a false and entirely transparent sense of class, and constrain their lifestyle in ways they misconstrue as freedom. That sounds great, but it’s not for me. When I get rich, I plan to buy a huge piece of property somewhere. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114533739282624775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114533739282624775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114533739282624775' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-114472862661193313</id><published>2006-04-10T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T23:10:26.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi chief, let's talk, why not?Ough. So sick. Thoughts, not coherent. How about this weather we are having. I sure relieved to see Garcia pitch a solid game! Now is the time of spring.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114472862661193313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114472862661193313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114472862661193313' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-114412743060261977</id><published>2006-04-04T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T00:10:55.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>?If a kid who can’t speak uses sign language to communicate a dirty word, does his mom wash his hands with soap?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114412743060261977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114412743060261977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114412743060261977' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-114351874798511638</id><published>2006-03-27T21:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T00:21:34.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apple, apple, apple, come on candy bar... Hey, I know you, you're that first apple I didn't want!I have a deep and abiding love for the refrigerated vending machine. I’m not talking about a soda pop vending machine or the rare ice cream vending machine (although that is wonderful in its own way) but instead that crossbreed between the vending machine and the household refrigerator. Like its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114351874798511638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114351874798511638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114351874798511638' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-114292259976280979</id><published>2006-03-21T00:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T00:29:59.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rookies, big bats and thugsWhat better to talk about on the first day of spring than baseball? I know only one of the four people who reads this blog cares about baseball, but I never promised to write about things that people care about.This year I joined a fantasy baseball league. If you don’t know (and I didn’t know, not so long ago), in a fantasy league a small number of people make teams of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114292259976280979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114292259976280979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114292259976280979' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-114231441431278473</id><published>2006-03-13T23:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T23:33:34.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pirate shirt really not that much worse than normal attireOccasionally I will catch a Seinfeld rerun in endless syndication on television. Between our local Fox affiliate and TBS, there is something like four to six episodes shown each day. I always admired the show more for its flawlessly efficient writing than I ever enjoyed it for its actual humor, but I still find it worth watching now and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114231441431278473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114231441431278473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114231441431278473' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-114171560291862983</id><published>2006-03-07T01:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T01:13:22.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is more important than quality? Equality.I’ve been pleasantly surprised both by the success of “The Office,” which NBC has picked up for a third season. The first few episodes felt like a wobbly copy of the UK original, in which the day-to-day doldrums of the world’s worst boss, the ever-suffering receptionist and the wry salesman unfold. Over time, however, the US version plot has developed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114171560291862983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114171560291862983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114171560291862983' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-114110465786853410</id><published>2006-02-27T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:43:56.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know it's still early......but spring training is getting started and I'm sick of waiting.ALE – New York YankeesALC – Chicago White SoxALW – Oakland AthleticsWC – Toronto Blue JaysAmerican LeagueThe Yankees should be able to handle the ALE with their two main rivals weakened, although their bloated roster and merely good pitching (by Yankees standards) will probably rule out another trip to the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114110465786853410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114110465786853410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114110465786853410' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-114050611011974563</id><published>2006-02-21T01:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T01:15:10.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No more spicy Thai food just before bedtimeI had the strangest dream one night a few weeks ago. Essentially it took place in France just prior to the allied invasion of Normandy, and the country was still under Nazi control. The strange thing was that the Nazis were not only persecuting Jews but also Christians (and presumably organized religion in general) because they were trying to re-awaken </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114050611011974563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/114050611011974563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114050611011974563' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-113989929793885691</id><published>2006-02-14T00:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T00:41:37.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ESPN: Billy Beane to trade John Bonham for Tommy Ramone, Richard Hell and a draft pickI was recently involved in an argument that seemed simple on its face: Is there some objective measure for judging art, and music specifically? My gut reaction, naturally, was that music is subjective – that central to the idea of art is that there really isn’t some sort of measuring tool or equation we can use </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/113989929793885691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/113989929793885691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113989929793885691' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-113929167472297389</id><published>2006-02-06T23:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T23:54:49.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Abject boosterismI was looking for a new razor to up my shaving game and someone on the Internets recommended the Gillette Mach 3 razor. You have perhaps seen the commercials, which are totally preposterous and imply in rather unsubtle terms that the user of said razor will be transformed into either a futuristic racecar driver or a shooter of fishes in barrels in terms of the lady scene. As both</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/113929167472297389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/113929167472297389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113929167472297389' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-113868360518690983</id><published>2006-01-30T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T23:00:05.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Zero times any other number also equals gayI’m hooked on You Tube, a free dumping ground for all sorts of bizarre videos, clips and recorded nonsense. This site has run up an insane number of hits lately from people looking for the “Lazy Sunday” video from Saturday Night Live. But there are some cooler things available too…David Bowie – “Fame” (Live on “Soul Train”)Kids in the Hall – “Daddy Drank</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/113868360518690983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/113868360518690983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113868360518690983' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-113809228708491451</id><published>2006-01-24T02:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T02:44:47.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eric. B and Rakim – “Follow the Leader”There are lively songs, and there are energetic songs, and then there are songs with so much ravishing hunger that it makes everything else look small and superficial (and sated) by comparison. The beat drops from geosynchronous orbit, and “Follow the Leader” is a laser-guided mission statement that skates purposely across the atmosphere before plummeting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/113809228708491451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/113809228708491451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113809228708491451' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-113747894659136374</id><published>2006-01-16T23:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T00:22:26.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That bitch KatrinaThis thought isn’t fully formed, but it seems apropos that I throw it out now on Martin Luther King Jr. Day, as it is a subject the good doctor would surely be stridently addressing if he were still alive today.In “The Mayor Song,” New Orleans rapper/producer Mannie Fresh calls in to a radio talk show to criticize the mayor of his city. The mayor first says he’s interested in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/113747894659136374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/113747894659136374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113747894659136374' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-113687832628908139</id><published>2006-01-10T00:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T01:32:06.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do Spanish people say OMD instead of OMG?Checkout robots are pretty common these days in Jewel (Albertsons) stores around Chicago. The savings for stores must be huge once customers become acclimated to them (next they will figure out a way to get customers to stock the shelves for them). I imagine one day there will only be one or two traditional checkout lanes, flanked by a dozen buzzing, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/113687832628908139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/113687832628908139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113687832628908139' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-113626312159046512</id><published>2006-01-02T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:54:03.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My review of what I imagine an Arcade Fire show would be likeThe band doesn’t appear until an hour and a half after the show’s scheduled start. The crowd is restless. Finally William comes out and begins hyping up the audience, encouraging them to make some noise. They do. Eventually the rest of the band emerges in throwback Expos jerseys. The band’s DJ does a medley of “Crown of Love” and “</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/113626312159046512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/113626312159046512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113626312159046512' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-113567073136209608</id><published>2005-12-27T02:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T02:15:57.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dry the tears of the sad puppies of the worldI’ve decided to start blogging again at the behest of a friend. Yes, someone actually missed brilliant insights like “I went to wash my hands tonight, but because the facial cleanser bottle looks just like the hand soap bottle, I ended up putting stuff which is basically acid on my tender fingers.” (This was probably the second most exciting thing that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/113567073136209608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/113567073136209608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113567073136209608' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-112395621182121535</id><published>2005-08-13T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T02:10:06.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It’s not confidential, I’ve got potentialI wonder if there is someone, somewhere, who is in charge of deciding whether or not the records on Brandon Flowers’ potential are classified? I imagine a hot girl peeling a “confidential” label of off the Flowers file: He’s not gay!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/112395621182121535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/112395621182121535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112395621182121535' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-112166541230039862</id><published>2005-07-18T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T00:43:32.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How long has it been?Pitchfork Media's Intonation Festival was this weekend and Out Hud was the highlight of the whole affair. Their stage presence was great, as when the dance-busting frontman threw water bottles to the audience and then looked through a box of bagged snacks: "Fucking Teddy Grahams? What, was it on Xiu Xiu's rider or something?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/112166541230039862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/112166541230039862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112166541230039862' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-112060441573173716</id><published>2005-07-05T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T18:13:56.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let me adjust your socks and floss your teeth for youI think listeners would get more out of the new Destiny’s Child single, “Cater 2 U,” if it was called “Dependent Woman, Pt. 1.” Really – if you’re concerned about your man to the degree that you  assist him in removing his cufflinks, you may be overdoing it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/112060441573173716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/112060441573173716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112060441573173716' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-112032145118045511</id><published>2005-07-02T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T13:04:26.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People say that you're impossible, not probable, too radicalEmail from my brother:I don't know whats gotten into me but i saw this black cowboy guy rappin to country music on Jay Leno as i was waitin for Conan to come on and i loved the song so i downloaded it and i can't get enuff of it.He is, of course, talking about Cowboy Troy - "I Play Chicken With the Train"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/112032145118045511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/112032145118045511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112032145118045511' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-111972291133967097</id><published>2005-06-25T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T13:08:31.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Big funJeff Mills spun some hot records at Grant Park Wednesday. Probably the most diverse group of people I’ve seen at a Chicago live music event – young, old, singles, families, black, white, Latino, etc. The highlight reel would prominently feature my head exploding to “Strings of Life.”</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/111972291133967097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/111972291133967097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111972291133967097' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-111939821589145528</id><published>2005-06-21T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T13:12:26.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take the Bon Way HomeBon Jovi’s “Runaway” sounds like it could be a Supertramp song.Well it does.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/111939821589145528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/111939821589145528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111939821589145528' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-111921089242753688</id><published>2005-06-19T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T14:54:52.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Make 'em say "I will accept these charges"From now on when people call me on the phone I will question whether they are who they tell me they are, then demand they say "Uhhhh!" to prove their identity.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/111921089242753688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/111921089242753688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111921089242753688' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-111912427356062400</id><published>2005-06-18T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T14:51:13.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We're here to rock the microphoneI slept hard on this Go! Team album from last year. It sounds like a bunch of 13-year-old kids who got tired of waiting for another Avalanches record and decided to make their own. And yes that's a good thing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/111912427356062400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/111912427356062400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111912427356062400' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-111319223068147354</id><published>2005-04-10T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T23:03:50.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Van Halen's version of “Dancing in the Street” is the best versionIt just pulses on this off-kilter irradiated disco beat with that cowbell twitch wedged in. And Roth’s delivery is completely convincing; this guy really would be dancing in the street, swinging, swaying, fighting with some cops after they try to arrest him for holding up traffic.I love the Kinks but their ’65 version is pretty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/111319223068147354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/111319223068147354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111319223068147354' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-111246606543315213</id><published>2005-04-02T11:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T12:55:56.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I could sell raid to a bug / I'm a hustla / I could sell salt to a slug"SGS cancelled this week. What you missed:Cassidy: "Come on Slug, this shit is great." Slug: "I don't know Cassidy... I heard it will make me shrivel up and die." Cassidy: "What, you scared man?" Slug: "No! I'll... I'll buy a tablespoon." :shrivels, dies:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/111246606543315213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/111246606543315213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111246606543315213' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-111188206107120071</id><published>2005-03-26T18:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T18:07:41.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This goes out to all my baby mommasAfter a few hot weeks, singles were slow this time around. Too much treacle R&amp;B, and what are probably the two worst singles of the year.Erick’s sanctimonious worst singles of 2005 thus far list:10 Fantasia – Baby Momma09 Gwen Stefani – Rich Girl08 Eminem – Mockingbird07 Will Smith – Switch06 Lifehouse – You and Me05 Three Doors Down – Let Me Go04 Omarion – O03 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/111188206107120071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/111188206107120071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111188206107120071' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-111164013692493689</id><published>2005-03-23T22:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T22:55:36.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wonder if Daft Punk got all panicked"Guy, are we supposed to be at James Murphy's house? Shit shit shit.""It's not on my Blackberry Thomas.""Shit. Shit. Guy, it's right here in the song. We're supposed to be in New York. Get plane tickets now.":Rolls eyes: "Ok whatever you say Thomas."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/111164013692493689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/111164013692493689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111164013692493689' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-111147524062239036</id><published>2005-03-22T00:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T01:07:20.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RZA on NPRJust getting around to posting this now: NPR’s interview with RZA of the Wu-Tang Clan. Some of the early material will be pretty familiar to Wu-watchers, but the second half of the interview has some interesting discussions of his childhood and kung fu.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/111147524062239036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/111147524062239036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111147524062239036' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-111067230250223698</id><published>2005-03-12T16:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T18:07:08.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He bangs the drumsSingles Going Steady will be up soon. Trust me, it’s worth the wait. Until then, read Todd Hutlock's bombdilly article on early singles of the Creation label.In other news, Chicago’s troglodyte critic Jim Derogatis wanders into a musical minefield. I’d deconstruct the article's weaknesses, but they’re so glaring it would almost be condescending for me to think anyone reading </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/111067230250223698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/111067230250223698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111067230250223698' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-111005617756060045</id><published>2005-03-05T14:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T14:57:28.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>But don't download, go out and buy the recordVery rosy week for singles. After further consideration I would probably knock “Do Somethin’” down to a 7 (the other writers have a point about it being something of a “Toxic” rewrite) but I think these 3 ratings are harsh for a song that has a lot of bounce and charm. The most important song of the week, “Hate It or Love It,” received an appropriately</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/111005617756060045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/111005617756060045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111005617756060045' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-110990874852962111</id><published>2005-03-03T21:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T21:59:08.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Destination: EarthJBTV shows new music videos in Chicago.Stars – “Ageless Beauty” Pariah girl fits in at party by revealing her quasi-mystical powers. The band rocks in the shadows. Is the singer hot, or not? The darkness makes us unsure.Low Millions – “Eleanor” Girls sing along to QT boys and their polite rocking. The singer is too sexually drained to write good songs after acquiring 80 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/110990874852962111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/110990874852962111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110990874852962111' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-110972733713230704</id><published>2005-03-01T19:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T19:35:37.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You don't got game ha ha PUNIn Da Club &gt; Stunt 101 &gt; Hate It or Love It &gt; Welcome to the South &gt; Wanna Get to Know You &gt; Let Me In &gt; Shorty Wanna Ride &gt; On Fire &gt; Disco Inferno &gt; Candy Shop &gt; How We Dofyi</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/110972733713230704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/110972733713230704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110972733713230704' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-110946240016752009</id><published>2005-02-26T17:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T18:00:00.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Girlfight... what, ok, and so forthNew Singles Going Steady. Somehow I’m the high voter on A Perfect Circle. My sworn enemy Akiva Gottlieb gives Lifehouse a higher rating than Tweet or Brooke Valentine.On Club Lonely I have posted Yellow Magic Orchestra alum Yukihiro Takahashi with his Japanese new wave classic “Murdered By the Music.”</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/110946240016752009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/110946240016752009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110946240016752009' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-110822681993748254</id><published>2005-02-12T10:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T10:54:51.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You think this T.I. song is not so good, but you don't knowAnother week of Singles Going Steady and the real highlight here is "You Don't Know Me," the new track by T.I.. It might not be quite as good as "Rubberband Man" or "Bring 'Em Out," but it's up there.The beat is great. The hollow, tinny sonar ticks form the core and those low harbor foghorn blurts rest on top of that. There’s plenty of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/110822681993748254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/110822681993748254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110822681993748254' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-110715036883420298</id><published>2005-01-30T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T23:46:08.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woop woop wah wah beep beepOne of the regular Stylus features is the Singles Going Steady US Jukebox. The weekly rundown hits up new US chart entries, and a half-dozen or so writers (including yours truly) rank them before the scores are averaged.Everyone more or less agreed on the Sum 41, Lindsay Lohan and Simple Plan songs (although I was surprised Simple Plan got such nasty marks – it’s </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/110715036883420298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/110715036883420298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110715036883420298' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-110654749035920551</id><published>2005-01-24T01:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T00:19:34.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“You should be able to have so much power that you don’t need drums”Stylus did best singles and best albums write-ups for 2000-2004, and while I find the concept itself a little dry, it yielded some brilliant blurbs from the staff. Anthony Miccio’s blurb on Nellie McKay’s album, for example, or Kareem Estefan’s blurb for the Yeah Yeah Yeah’s “Maps.” I myself wrote several blurbs, including </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/110654749035920551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/110654749035920551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110654749035920551' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-110591469018715608</id><published>2005-01-16T16:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T16:31:30.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take a chance you stupid hoI wrote several year-end blurbs for a 2004 best-of list for the SOMB:Lansing-Dreiden - "The Incomplete Triangle" (Album)Space rock, dream pop and ‘80s pop-rock all came back in the last few years, but only one album had all three in one convenient package. “The Incomplete Triangle’s” first four songs kick out the JAMCs with blustery back-seat vocals and a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/110591469018715608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/110591469018715608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110591469018715608' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-110418473265335342</id><published>2004-12-27T15:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T15:58:52.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We're goin' nowhereStylus did its top 40 albums of 2004 – lots of surprises. You can read my rather blah blurb for Cut Copy’s “Bright Like Neon Love.” I really should have voted with a bit more brain and a bit less heart.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/110418473265335342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/110418473265335342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110418473265335342' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-110405015474908778</id><published>2004-12-26T02:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T02:35:54.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too lazy to come up with my own thoughts soZakk Wylde randomly signs things; Bitchlaces pens the most accurate description of “Heartbeats”; Simon Reynolds uses the term “sonic negritude,” spellchecker tells me negritude is a word;and Divine Stylus-er Dom lists reasons why Gretchen Wilson is better than Kanye West: “The title track of this album, with it’s “I wear my jeans a little tight/ </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/110405015474908778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/110405015474908778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110405015474908778' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-110292340007069437</id><published>2004-12-13T01:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T01:36:40.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>work work workThe Absolute, Postitively No Questions Asked Top 40 Singles of 2004 list is done and the selection is pretty flash. I  wrote a blurb for “The Show,” which is my #2 single of the year, right behind “Heartbeats,” which also made the Stylus list.I also reviewed a Daedelus album and have now participated in two weeks of the Stylus Singles Going Steady Jukebox.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/110292340007069437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/110292340007069437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110292340007069437' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-110239092462140035</id><published>2004-12-06T21:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T21:44:45.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2004, year of disappointmentFelix Da Housecat – "Devin Dazzle and the Neon Fever"It should have been a top five record - instead it's only a top 15 record. Still excellent, but Felix should stick to making new romantic jams with house inclinations instead of insepid girl-voxed electro-punk.Scissor Sisters – "Scissor Sisters"It's a very good album, but it's disappointing considering the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/110239092462140035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/110239092462140035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110239092462140035' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-110099221495713698</id><published>2004-11-20T15:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T17:10:14.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My love is contagious, like anthraxI saw Diplo of Hollertronix fame spin records at Sonotheque and it was a pretty glaze set. He’s very much a pop DJ as opposed to an out-and-out dance DJ, so he was more into a cool playlist and startling transitions (my favorite: “Move Bitch” into “Love Cats”) as opposed to sustaining a groove for a long time.I was very disappointed that more people were not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/110099221495713698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/110099221495713698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110099221495713698' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-109840858531292897</id><published>2004-10-21T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T20:57:25.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You like your music fast, I like my music slow"I checked out insane freakout band Cerberus Shoal Sunday. The opening act was a duo. The girl played guitar and the guy upright bass. On the first song he used a bow. The next he plucked the strings. On the third he slid his hands along the wood sides of the bass to make squeaking noises, like wet sneakers on a nursing home's linoleum floor. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/109840858531292897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/109840858531292897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109840858531292897' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-109781690043865345</id><published>2004-10-14T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T00:26:47.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Culture warsThe more I read, the more I feel that so many of the ideas I have gone on about recently – like this, this and  this – are part of some larger, historical force that extends beyond my limited awareness.Example. The so-far excellent Last Night a DJ Saved My Life, recommended by Ohio's numba-one dee-jay, takes the long view on dance culture. Whereas landmark books on dance culture </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/109781690043865345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/109781690043865345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109781690043865345' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-109580281423774411</id><published>2004-09-21T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T16:52:31.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lil' Jon opened the door and now it's over dawgI review Pitbull's "M.I.A.M.I.". It was good.Lifter Puller - "Solid Gold Sole"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/109580281423774411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/109580281423774411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109580281423774411' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-109557434087787126</id><published>2004-09-18T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T14:43:02.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sip-sip-sippin' on some syzurpSkinny black guy on El to chubby white girl in Korn T-shirt: "You like Korn?"Girl looks down at shirt to check: "Yes."Guy: "They rock."Safety in #s: So Many ShrimpDonald Byrd and the Blackbyrds - "Love Has Come Around"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/109557434087787126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/109557434087787126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109557434087787126' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-109298083397429900</id><published>2004-08-19T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T00:47:13.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog is one year old. Huzzah!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/109298083397429900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/109298083397429900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109298083397429900' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-109255272166458821</id><published>2004-08-14T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T01:52:01.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Return of the G(iorgio)File under "indie rockers liking cool non-indie-rock music," courtesy of Lost At Sea:John Vanderslice: "Ghostface Killa - Pretty Toney Album - I like the celebratory lyrics, I love all the Motown samples - it has a very summery, airy feel to it."Mike Kinsella (Owen): "My favorite summer album is Technique by New Order because I like all the jams on it."Technically </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/109255272166458821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/109255272166458821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109255272166458821' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-109082515767649670</id><published>2004-07-25T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T02:18:43.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Walk on byA recent article in the Chicago Tribune celebrated – with reservations – the 25th anniversary of the Walkman.Sony’s TPS-L2 cassette player, initially dubbed the Soundabout, debuted with two headphone jacks and something called a “Hotline” – an orange button that let the two listeners talk over the music.“At (Sony Chairman Akio) Morita's insistence, the original Walkman wasn't an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/109082515767649670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/109082515767649670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109082515767649670' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-109019338877098739</id><published>2004-07-18T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T18:32:24.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Throw on somethin' funky The San Francisco Bay Guardian (via Global Pop Conspiracy) says rockers are trying their hands on the 1s and 2s but generally not rocking crowds. Writer Ken Taylor says several ex-Smiths recently brought nothing more varied than the Cure, the Stone Roses and, um, the Smiths to the decks.      The DJ with the more interesting set, Taylor writes, was Princess Superstar, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/109019338877098739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/109019338877098739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109019338877098739' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-108970177066068178</id><published>2004-07-12T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T01:56:10.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Burn baby burnOn July 12, 1979, old Comiskey Park in Chicago hosted one of the most singular events in Chicago sports and music history – Disco Demolition. The idea was simple – bring a disco record to the ballpark and pay only $.98 to get in. In between the doubleheader against the Tigers, the records would be “blowed up real good” in the outfield. The event culminated in thousands storming </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/108970177066068178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/108970177066068178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108970177066068178' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-108899508715532488</id><published>2004-07-04T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T02:49:18.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He Bangs!While looking for classic electro and house trax I stumbled upon an interesting soundbite from famed rock critic Lester Bangs on the state of music when he turned in a blank 1981 Village Voice Pazz and Jop ballot:“New Wave has terminated in thudding hollow Xeroxes of poses that aren't even annoying anymore. Rap is nothing, or not enough. Jazz does not exist as a musical form with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/108899508715532488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/108899508715532488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108899508715532488' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-108806441519573730</id><published>2004-06-23T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T03:06:55.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tech day!First and foremost, Kempa with an amazing analysis of high-tech and low-tech vinyl playing devices, gadgets and… a guy who can identify classical music by looking at the grooves on LPs. The Japanese ELP Corporation (no apparent relation to the rapper of the same name) sells a $14,000+ no-contact turntable that can play a record literally broken into pieces and lain in a tray similar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/108806441519573730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/108806441519573730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108806441519573730' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-108693545960557410</id><published>2004-06-11T01:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T01:32:14.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“I’m from the Corpus Christi, ho!”Three 6 Mafia, DJ Kay Slay, Lil’ Whyte, Frayser Boy – “Who Gives a Fuck Where You From?”The most annoying refrain of the year can’t quite drown out that wonderfully creaky, watery synth warble. Lyrically, representing for your hood is a big part of commercial hip-hop, so it’s a little shocking to hear someone suggest no one is impressed that you’re repping so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/108693545960557410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/108693545960557410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108693545960557410' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-108651388797503825</id><published>2004-06-06T03:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T04:26:28.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“Fuck riding the beat nigga, I parallel park on the track”Douglas Wolk at lacunae clues readers in to an MP3-posted indie-pop compilation from 1992 on Waaaaah!. I’ve never heard of any of these groups except for White Town and the immortally fey Field Mice, who contribute an 11-minute post-twee droner with “Other Galaxies”.Bloggers take sides in the ongoing “no homo” debate. To whit, Matt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/108651388797503825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/108651388797503825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108651388797503825' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-108624125024955828</id><published>2004-06-03T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T00:42:13.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 A.M. Eternal...all music can only be the sum or part total of what has gone before. Every number one song ever written is only made up from bits from other songs. There is no lost chord. No changes untried. No extra notes to the scale or hidden beats to the bar. There is no point in searching for originality. In the past, most writers of songs spent months in their lonely rooms strumming </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/108624125024955828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/108624125024955828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108624125024955828' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-108616697635132872</id><published>2004-06-02T03:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T04:10:33.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>London's burning down-down-downCanadian DJ Tiga is a favored son around Blogonia but his new “Pleasure From the Bass” feels so stiff and blocky. Last year’s “Burning Down” was also more interesting in concept than execution; and naming a bunch of cities is usually a guaranteed way to make a cool song (see Electonicat – “Frisco Bay”; Magnetic Fields – “All the Umbrellas in London”; etc.). And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/108616697635132872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/108616697635132872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108616697635132872' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-108606676659753641</id><published>2004-06-01T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T04:53:09.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MixologyChicks Dig Scars' glitchadelic “This Is Radio Thrash Pt. 2” mix includes DMX courtesy of Knifehandchop. While listening, I realized DMX’s genius is shouting really dumb, catchy things really loud, like an urban Andrew WK. Although really DMX came first, so it would be more accurate to say Andrew WK is a classically-trained beef slab soccer Viking version of DMX. They should do a track </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/108606676659753641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/108606676659753641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108606676659753641' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-108599217086854841</id><published>2004-05-31T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T03:29:30.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hip-hop: graf writing, DJing, rapping, break dancing, Japanese space robotPeeped the new Redman single “Saga Continues,” and the first impression was swell – some 8-bit synths, gorilla noises, Def Jam diss, gratuitous swearing, nuns, and so forth.One thing really jumps out, though – a Voltron reference! For the uninitiated, Voltron was a Japanese cartoon that landed on American shores in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/108599217086854841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/108599217086854841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108599217086854841' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-108589573568297743</id><published>2004-05-30T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T00:43:32.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog Community: No name, no sloganCocaine Blunts comes through with some thoughts on late-‘90s Bad Boy hip-hop and the double standard on samples, with a good point on Kanye’s hooks:“You're kidding yourself if you think homie got his fingers dusty digging up the ‘Through The Wire’ jump.”Really true – I even have that Chaka Khan record. I’ve found the samples in “Through the Wire” and some of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/108589573568297743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/108589573568297743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108589573568297743' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-108555773984664982</id><published>2004-05-26T02:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T02:50:45.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog Analysis: Upskirt and InvigorateSome Disco breaths life into the ancient art of image googling. To whit: Fennesz.Where does SFJ get this stuff? “Upskirt shots of Kruder &amp; Dorfmeister”? Does that mean anything or is it just the least meaningful and therefore best thing I’ve heard all day? And which would be funnier?I imagine him trolling the streets of New York, finding less powerful </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/108555773984664982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/108555773984664982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108555773984664982' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-108546167687488079</id><published>2004-05-25T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T02:58:49.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog the Suburbs	The local newscast ad must have come out of some bizarre time warp. “Hip-hop in suburbia. Harmless trend… or dangerous influence?” Hip… hop? What is this hip-hop of which you speak?The WGN Chicago broadcast seems to be a slow news day filler – there is no particularly timely reason for running it now, and if the names were changed this story could have easily run in 1994 or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/108546167687488079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/108546167687488079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108546167687488079' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5702169.post-108468898056204475</id><published>2004-05-16T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T01:41:27.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog Analysis (See, analysis makes it sound more like I’m putting my own thoughts in, as opposed to brainlessly linking as I’m wont to do)Courtesy of Technicolor, more thoughts on grime and its place in the continuum of British dance music. For Americans, reading about this is confusing to say the least, as there is this whole chain of styles (house/acid/rave/dnb/dubstep/darkcore/garage/2step</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/108468898056204475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5702169/posts/default/108468898056204475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberlord.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108468898056204475' title=''/><author><name>Erick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02078526480014599345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
