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hackthis_archive) wrote2006-06-27 02:29 pm
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Three things that have made me gloriously happy
1. Harry Potter and some other random people and NEVILLE. It's a skit for the Queen's 80th birthday. I dunno what happens, it has Neville, I care about that. He's totally going to be tres hot geek!boy in another two years.
2. I have been making noises about a young singer named Paolo Nutini for about two months now. 19 years-old. Scottish. Looks a little like Liam Gallagher, if Liam actually had two eyebrows and was fit. He has a voice like a 27 year-old J.D. abusing, 2-pack-a-day, broken hearted man, think like Ray LaMontagne. Paolo's big single right now is 'Last Request'(live). The video is available here via You Tube, and/or his site, which also has various songs for download. And because nobody should make up their minds properly based on one song (unless it's sung by Jeff): Rewind and Million Faces
3. Radiohead make everything better. Based on what I've heard, whenever the new album drops, it will be fucking amazing. If they're in a town near you, go see them. OR. Or you could just watch Season Three Entourage and read about Lloyd -- that makes things a lot better too. OR You could interview with Ari for a Job. I know you all want to play with Ari.
4. The World Cup. Men from 32 countries. Shorts. Legs. Sweat. FOOTBALL. Finally, everyone is on the same page. Joe Cole + Peter Crouch = One Truly Cracked Pairing. Don't even get me started with all the kissing disguised as slobbering, spanking, molesting and other things that they call goal celebration. I call it by its proper name: an ORGY.
ETA: It is all about devotion to your sport, kids. Take the Thai monks who are up all night watching the World Cup, and are then too tired to receive alms the next day, you know, for an example.
2. I have been making noises about a young singer named Paolo Nutini for about two months now. 19 years-old. Scottish. Looks a little like Liam Gallagher, if Liam actually had two eyebrows and was fit. He has a voice like a 27 year-old J.D. abusing, 2-pack-a-day, broken hearted man, think like Ray LaMontagne. Paolo's big single right now is 'Last Request'(live). The video is available here via You Tube, and/or his site, which also has various songs for download. And because nobody should make up their minds properly based on one song (unless it's sung by Jeff): Rewind and Million Faces
3. Radiohead make everything better. Based on what I've heard, whenever the new album drops, it will be fucking amazing. If they're in a town near you, go see them. OR. Or you could just watch Season Three Entourage and read about Lloyd -- that makes things a lot better too. OR You could interview with Ari for a Job. I know you all want to play with Ari.
4. The World Cup. Men from 32 countries. Shorts. Legs. Sweat. FOOTBALL. Finally, everyone is on the same page. Joe Cole + Peter Crouch = One Truly Cracked Pairing. Don't even get me started with all the kissing disguised as slobbering, spanking, molesting and other things that they call goal celebration. I call it by its proper name: an ORGY.
ETA: It is all about devotion to your sport, kids. Take the Thai monks who are up all night watching the World Cup, and are then too tired to receive alms the next day, you know, for an example.
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At it's most stripped *ooh* down that is what football is. Men running up and down a pitch for 90 minutes with their thoroughbred-like legs. How can people not appreciate that? It's what makes it so superior to the American version, I mean really, where is the skill in dressing up like the Michelin Man and pretending to sumo wrestle?
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But yes -- they're all good-looking and well built and in amazing fucking shape. It's not like Becks is an exception, is always my point.
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EXACTLY. Also, the wife-unit is just, I mean really, she's like a tiny barbie doll, and I don't mean that in a complimentary fashion. When he's on the pitch though my brain is like, "Err, where can I get me one of those?"
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But, God, watching that man move? Sends me straight to my happy place, I have to admit.
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