Thanks, Fritz, for the brain worm

My pal Fritz over at the Manhattan Project posted this video a bit ago, and now that I've let the song thoroughly infect my psyche, I had to go buy the whole Santogold album.



The video's kind of dark, even if ironically so, but the album mostly features upbeat, shoulder-pumpin' music that I hope will set the tone for my week to come. I don't need another week like the last one, you hear me, Universe?

Everyone has a birthday in March, I swear

Happy birthday, Fritz. I would watch Oprah AND The View, just for you.

And for some reason, I didn't even mention the youngest nephew's birthday on the 18th. Here he is, sporting a completely heteronormative tattoo I gave him.



People need to cool it with the mating in late June, sheesh.

In which I drunkenly promote my friends' awesomeness

Y'all, check out my man Fritz, burning up the interwebs with his dating advice from circus performers. Effing awesome and hilarious and at least one of those questions floating out there was plucked more or less from my own life (I'll let you guess which one).

I would also dote on another friend of mine who recently — by permission of an unusually amiable and serendipity-friendly Universe — got [some musician we adore] and her boyfriend to read one of her short stories and agree that the story was awesome and hilarious (duh) but I won't link her or mention her by name because she's modest and afraid of looking like a dork. I, however, have no such reservations, and will only delete this mention when she phones me in a few hours and tells me to. Or calls me something akin to "fuzzy bunny." But only if she promises to have her boyfriend call me later and do impersonations of Marge Simpson again. Because that was all kinds of awesome the first time around.

I love you guys. Shit.

New Pinback!

Surly yet groovy. <3<3<3. Yeah, I just typed that.

I don't geek out about a lot of stuff, but Pinback is something that always makes me giddy. Like Futurama and anything Will Wright does.

So big ups to my homey Fritz, who called my attention to this, a new digital Pinback single. Warning: Clicking that link will hijack your browser and resize it, but it'll be sooo worth it.

I think the album drops (yeah, bitches, drops!!!) Sept. 11.

Another friggin' birthday bonanza

Dearest Fritz, he of the hibernating Manhattan Project, is having himself a birthday today. I suspect he'll take to the streets of Manahattan with a clinky cocktail in one hand and the ass of his newest lov-ah in the other hand, and he will offer profane observations to the buzzing city, like, "Bitch, you need to put a dickey on under that sheer piece of shit!" and, "When Oprah hears about this, she is going to fuck some shit up!"

And then he'll leave a nasty note for his landlord and hide behind the couch when she comes and pounds on his door.

Happy birthday, JDH.