a wbsg christmas gift to you:

:the detailed map of springfield
:blode and the giant bee
:an important letter from bea arthur
:the wilson phillips discography

merry christmas!!!

i think i've figured out mtv and vh1's marketing strategy (yes, i know they're the same company). they know people want to see videos, that's why they don't show them, and if they do it's the most banal music imaginable. vh1 shows nothing besides behind the music and now apparently "movies that rock". mtv shows the same real world episodes (which i really am not feeling this season) over and over and over, and spends half an hour showing you how they make the video. this creates a demand for a channel that shows videos, such as mtv2 and vh1 classics. having two extra in-demand channels greatly increases their ad revenue, making viacom even richer with very little effort. ta da!

girl, check this out. the catfight continues.

well, instead of doing any actual work this morning (hey, it's friday, what do you expect?) i've taught myself enough html from here to put a nifty little list of links towards the bottom of my page. my daily lottery fantasies will now be replaced by dreams of a career in web development.

so, yesterday morning i had my usual "ugghh, i have to get ready for work" frustration. it's not that i hate going to work, i hate getting ready for work. brush teeth, listerine, gargle, shave, don't cut face, try to make sideburns somewhat even, wait for shower to get near desired temperature, wash self, dry self, put contacts in, don't burn eyes while doing so, apply deoderant, apply pomade, try to pick out decent outfit in near-comatose state. you'd think with doing this day after day, i'd have the whole process down to a cool clean 5 minutes, but nooooo. and resultingly, i find myself fantasizing about having a sonic shower like janeway on voyager.

then, while in the shower, i started singing (well, in my head) the banana boat song, but instead of "c'mon mister tally-man, tally me banana" i started singing "c'mon mister taliban, get out of afghanistan", i pretty much had a whole song written in 5 minutes. if mad tv or snl haven't done this already, i'm getting myself a brand spankin' new job.

looks like trigger happy bush had too much fun blowing up caves. somebody please get him a playstation for christmas.

groovetech is now streaming live dj sets from halcyon. check it check it out.

so, it's like december 5th and there are still leaves on the trees in union square park and washington square park. on top of that, i have a very light sweater and a very light jacket on today, upon returning from my lunchtime shopping extravaganza i was sweating. i'm not complaining, but don't you think it's a bit odd? did i mention it's december 5th?

the vice guide to u.s. foreign policy.

if i was in japan right now i'd try to score some crack from these guys. then, i'd kiss the guys that made ico. i haven't played a game that was this beautiful... ever.

oh how the internet mocks me. after getting the theme song stuck in my head last night while trying to go to bed, all i want today are a few pictures from the patchwork family.

it's certified and stated
that everyone's related
in the patchwork faaaamily

the wbsg fund raising single has been officially cancelled, as the chick from la bouche is no longer with us. to raise money i'm going to sell vegan sweet potato pie on the side of the road instead.

if you missed touched by an angel this past saturday on cbs (the old people network) you certainly missed something special. you missed valerie bertinelli playing an angel who is easily persuaded into going out to an all night rave and do a certain trendy designer drug. you also missed the following three lines of fabulous dialogue:

"extacy! that's exactly what being in heaven is like!"
"does your elephant wanna get high?"
"god made raves? i didn't know that!!!"

while i give the show props for not resorting to any crazy 80's scare tactics, showing that there are people that enjoy going out dancing for the music, and including some factual information ("extacy makes you grind your teeth!"), the overall outcome was so whack that i'm surprised the actors were able to say their lines with a straight face. in other words, i'm kicking myself for not taping it.

i can't believe how much i'm looking forward to thanksgiving this year. if i've learned one thing in life, it's this: the only good things about winter are thanksgiving, christmas, and new years. after that it's four months of "ugggh, is it spring yet?"

well, diabolique's page completely changed overnight, if ya missed it ya missed it.

oh corporate rock, when will you just go away?

the house of diabolique used to be one of my favorite sites on the web. each week featured witty observations and rants about being a house music loving citizen of new york city, whether it was about dealing with the cracked out crystal meth and ghb addicted chelsea boys at roxy, the stupid people that went to twilo, general giuliani angst, or the generally sad state of gay new york nightlife. then last year he was diagnosed with a severe form of cancer and the site changed completely. judging from this week's post, he seems to be back in full force.

holy moley, i can't believe just how much money microsoft is putting into promoting the xbox. the thing received major product placement on will and grace last night, and the launch of the system seemed to make every news program on television. can you believe after everything that's happened over the past few months, stuff like this still makes the news?

anyways, microsoft is throwing money everywhere to convince people that they need to spend another $500 for a second video game system. the graphics are nice, of course, but i don't see any games that look remotely interesting.

game of the year probably goes to grand theft auto 3 for ps2. the game is so over the top violent and immoral that you can't help but laugh hysterically after beating up some random lady and stealing her money, carjacking some random guy to get away from the cops after they see you doing this, causing three major car accidents after not so suavely handling being pursued, and somehow making it out alive. i've never played anything like it.

other odd pregnancy related topics in my life over the past 24 hours.

a) the spanish soap opera i watched last night showed some lady's water breaking. how uneccesary!
b) my dictionary.com word of the day today was impregnable.
c) a new and wonderful blog has come into my life.

interesting read of the day.

everyone, gather around, hold hands, and shed a tear for jewel. we know the unbearable pain you must be in!

i don't know what the weirdest part of my pregnancy dream was; the fact that i knew this would be the first time in history that a man would give birth to a child, or the intensely glowing happiness i felt knowing my little bundle of joy would soon arrive. maybe i should ask this guy.

although i totally forgot that it existed for three years, the onion is hilarious. now, they're putting out a free weekly newspaper around here, so even the homeless can have their spirits lifted by these witty fellows. isn't that nice of them? anyways, it's articles like this that make me so happy i dream about being pregnant (which indeed happened last night).

today i got in to work and went into clear cardicac terror once i realized that i'd forgotten to put my belt on this morning. now i'm left stranded for the whole day to look like a total tool that can't dress himself. michael einser will probably grace our office with his presence today, we'll take a huge group picture, and i'll stick out, to be forever remembered as that guy that doesn't have a belt on.

will i guess the fda has approved cliical testing of mdma in treating post-traumatic stress syndrome. i give the program a month before it gets shut down.

welcome back space girl is blowing up big time. we've gotten a nod in the always lovely underground dragon, and our new fund-raising, terrorist-fighting, scurvy-curing single will be out in just a few weeks. it'll be a cover of the heights' "how do you talk to an angel". so far we've secured slipknot, mudvayne, la bouche, and even babs herself. sweet sensation and sister sledge should be getting back to us today. keep your fingers crossed!

the always controversial dj mag top 100 dj's poll results for 2001.

all i want is a logo-free baseball tee, can you find one for me?

you are being lied to.

so, you watch sex and the city and you see them hang out at tao and denial and you're all "ooh la la, living in new york is so glamorous!"

if sex and the city really wanted to keep it real though, they'd devote a few episodes to the following:
a) construction- i can't even begin to tell you how many huge gaping holes in the road i've seen since i've lived here. most of the time they're digging a huge hole in the ground in the middle of an uber-busy intersection (like, 14th and broadway) for no reason, and not even god can get anywhere without murmuring a few nasty words.
b) dogs-everybody that lives in the city owns at least 27 dogs. they're everywhere, and you can't go anywhere without seeing at least 5 dogs in the middle of a bowel movement. it's disturbing, but you can't help but watch.
c) mario batali-i can't get away from him. rockwell should write a song about him.

as of 11 pm last night, we have cable tv again, so i spent a good hour and change just blindly flicking through the channels in zombie-like awe. brooklyn community access tv looks to be, hands down, the most deliciously horrible channel ever. and what i saw of home movies i rather enjoyed. which brings me to the rhetorical question of the day: why is it that adult oriented animated programs seem to be far more enjoyable than 99% of the live action programming on tv? is it the writing, or have years of watching cartoons completely warped me for life?

random noteworthy sonicnet news bit of the day. so, are weezer really considered emo or is this typical mainstream rock media genre name dropping?

oy vey, school's back in so the high school dj's on wber are playing nothing but noise. it's times like this that 1groove.com comes in very handy. check out nick holder's after hours for some of the sexiest, deepest, soulful house (this guy is without a doubt my biggest influence right now). also check out mitch winthrop's keys to the house for some more big roomish prog-tech-tribal stuff (with a special guest set by rich woods this week featuring my favorite nygel reiss track, yay).

so, what does one do after having been possessed by the devil? you go vegan, of course!

another mario batali sighting today. i swear that guy does nothing but buy food all day.

remember alf? remember the guy that smoked crack?

i've got to stop fantasizing about lee majors.

oh dear.

bejeweled is digital crack, one of those games that take over your life within about two seconds of playing it. this is the most addictive game i've played since tetris, don't make the mistake of trying it while at work (unless your boss is out of town).

oh, darn, it was just mold.

i went down to vinyl last night to hear my pal rich woods open for danny. vinyl is only a few blocks away from ground zero, and it felt really weird being down there. also, for the first time in weeks i smelled that smell again, it was a bit of a somber walk to and from the club.

yay, they found it! i was wondering where it went.

twice this week i've passed mario batali on the street. i didn't stop to say hi to him though because his show is annoying and even more carnivorous than emeril's, and i'd have to tell him that they should put melting pot and curtis aikens' cancelled show in prime time instead. i don't think he'd like that very much.

my friend ken draws the comic "my monkey's name is jennifer" available soon at a geeky comic store near year you. go here and click on the center picture for a look, and then buy the comic when it comes out.

at work, the accounting system we use is made by oracle, and everynow and then it gives me the this error message for absolutely no reason- "an error has occurred while trying to commit". whenever i see it i always feel like saying "yeah, tell that to my ex" even though i don't have an "ex". then i go to follow me around for all the latest radiohead news.

you may have seen it on a random web site, a t-shirt, a sticker, wherever, this odd phrase, "all your base are belong to us". well, now you'll know where it came from and you can rest in peace.

odd update for the day: treach from naughty by nature is doing porn. who knew?

HAPPY VEGETARIAN DAY!!!

vice magazine is one of the most downright funniest and astonishingly different pubications around. many a happy moment has been spent rummaging through its pages. since it's free, you can't get it at barnes and noble, and you're kind of left to running from record store to coffee shop trying to pick up a copy. and since no major corporations advertise in the mag, they can pretty much say whatever they want.

one of the funnier weekly columns is the do's and don'ts section. what do you do when you think you know a don't?(bottom row, third picture from the left)

here's a random site of indian recipes, with a link to more recipes. after making a somewhat successful tofu, tomato, and spinach curry last week i'm ready to take a stab at aloo motor gobi. wish me luck.

i'm sorry, but nobody gives me that "life is wonderful and everything's gonna be alright" feeling like charo. i would really like to have lunch with her, or have her as the first guest on my syndicated variety show.

ben kweller used to live in my apartment and they played his song on wber today, how cool is that? (it is a very catchy song by the way)

ok, ok, i know you've all wondered how i have the money to travel all around the world in my oddball attempts to complete my faberge egg collection. well, little did y'all know that i've been doing a little wheeling and dealing (whatever that means) here and there, and that a simple yahoo search will reveal the following scandalous information about yours truly:

Beltrami Enterprises owns a 3300-acre parcel of land in Foster Township and its owner, Louis Beltrami, naturally sees an opportunity here. Mr. Beltrami anticipates that he can generate $23.25 million the first year of operation, even if he restricts his business to Pennsylvania garbage. check it out.

over the past week my inbox has been inundated with various forwards regarding the attack on the world trade center. i've found some of them to be a bit insensitive, some were rather insightful, and some were astoundingly ignorant. i'm going to abuse my web space and get on my soap box for a bit, and then welcome back space girl will go back to being a web site about nothing.

first off, my sincerest condolences to those who have or may have lost someone as a result of this disaster. there was an hour or so where i had no idea where my boyfriend was. even though he didn't work in the financial district, i was unsure how what was happening was affecting the subways underground, and the panic i experienced cannot be described. i can't even imagine what the families and friends of the victims are going through right now. my sympahties also go to those that survived the attack, and i wish them a speedy mental and physical recovery.

although i'm very lucky in that i've lost no loved ones or acquaintances, it's still something that has affected me greatly. to put it simply, new york is my home, and my home has been fucked with. walking around manhattan now is not unlike walking through your apartment after being burglarized. someone has intruded, and you're afraid they're going to come back. the smoke from the world trade center blew debris to my rooftop in brooklyn, and i've smelled the stifling stench you hear about on tv; the combination of concrete dust, burnt plastic and electrical wire, and human flesh that sits in your lungs and stays there. i still jump when i hear the subway moving under my apartment. everyone is in a state of wanting things to return to normalcy, noone fully grasps the fact that this has actually happened.

i can remember when the towers were first attacked, one of the news commentators started saying "there is no way we as a country can go back to doing the irresponsible things we've gotten away with. our government, the media, and our global corporations are all going to change as a result of this". only adding to the tragedy is the fact that absolutely nothing has changed. our wacky ignorant president has only become a gung-ho charicature of his already laughable self. "infinite justice" sounds like a bad steven segal movie, not a tactical move in which more innocent lives are going to be lost. the citizens of this country are coping, not by educating themselves, but by hunting down the now elusive american flag like it's the newest beanie baby or pokemon card. people will applaud any half-assed attack at anything middle eastern, while having absolutely no idea that by filling up the gas guzzling suv at shell, heading over to mcdonalds for a super size extra value meal, and going next door to pick up a fabulously overpriced sweater at banana republic, they are helping to do more harm to the world than bush is probably (or should i say hopefully) capable of. people need proper information as to what is going on in this country and the rest of the world. the mainstream media in this country continues to focus on largely inconsequential news items to appease their advertisers. if you think that the most important thing happening this summer was a bunch of shark attacks i've got a bridge i'd like to sell you. i'm not even going to begin to get into the amount of misguided racism flowing through the country's veins right now.

i'm not saying we deserved this, noone deserves what has happened, and i'd be relieved to see proper actions taken against whoever is behind all of this. what i'm saying is that we as a country are headed directly down the wrong path right now, and quite frankly, i'm frightened.

i would like to thank everyone that helped me try to contact the love of my life and my mom on tuesday. i'm still a bit shaken by the whole thing.

i'd also like to add that my six hours of marathon booty shaking would not be possible if it weren't for red bull. thank you, red bull, for the unnerving state of cat like readiness your sweet nectar provides.

he really lost me for a while there, but after two consecutive mind-blowing visits to vinyl i think it's safe to say danny's back. friday night was all about sick ass earth shattering tribal polyrhythms, and i'll give you five bucks if you can get silicone soul's "right on right on" (first part of real audio clip) out of my head.

hey man, remember grunge? oh wait, grunge is still around. oops. well, we've done enough 80's weekends so we'll forcefeed people this instead of actually showing videos.

halcyon. nuff said.

it's a good idea to incorporate the hunger site into your normal rotation of mindless web surfing. bookmark it.

well, i got home from work today and finally made friends with the new mixer i bought a year or so ago. if all goes well i might have post some mixes here in a couple months.

is my new look mondrian enough for you? well, is it... punk?

ahhh, only 19 days away. please do not call me on the night of september 25th, as i will be watching this.

this past weekend i rented hanibal. i have the following advice for you.
if you:
a) upon its initial theatrical release, found silence of the lambs to be a rather intriguing and suspensful movie (you may find it a bit overrated and dated now, and i swear i will not hate you for feeling that way).
b) feel that competent storytelling and a decent narrative flow are pretty much essential for enjoying what is supposed to be serious drama
c) have a brain
you will probably hate this movie as much as i did. watch best in show instead.

this magnificently scathing piece of scripture was brought to my attention by the bnews guy. please do not eat popcorn while reading this.

check out the drama at the soul train awards. by the way, jill scott's record is indeed the finest r&b album i've heard in quite a while.

oh you must play put destiny's child back together.

stick with me and you'll make millions. fabio getting hit, in the face, by a bird, on a roller coaster, was an answer on the weakest link this week. maybe next week there'll be a question about everyone's favorite band, orange marmalade.

i just had the oddest realization. eddie vedder can, at times, sing just like cher. think about it.

people are so busy nowadays that they forget to just sit down and remember the finer moments of this country's history. i request that you take a moment and relive the day fabio got hit, in the face, by a bird, on a roller coaster.

maybe now that she's exhausted she'll put some damn clothes on.

doncha love how things like this slip under the radar while oodles of attention is given to things like the break up of tom cruise and nicole kidman?

today's drama: mariah carey leaves random, and kinda ominous, messages for her fans. be sure to read along with the real audio clips.

so, with mariah freaking out, and those dudes from metallica and backstreet boys in rehab, it looks like we're going to have some much needed out with the old in with the new in the music industry soon.

so, without further ado, i predict that the next big thing will be one of the following:

a) guido dance music
b) alt country
c) 2 step garage
d) digital hardcore
e) emo

oh, and we should start seeing retro-chic catch up to the god awful vanilla ice/mc hammer years by the end of next year.

and remember, laughing at other peoples' misfortunes is wrong, especially when it's an overblown pop star that sings vacuous music.

click here to hear depeche mode's "i feel loved" (danny tenaglia labor of love mix)

after being down for months and months and months, ovum records' site is back online. churning out quality deep/tech house with traces of philly soul, josh wink's label can do no wrong. i'm not lying when i say "i'd take a bullet for ovum".

i don't know what's wierder, the evolution of courtney love from riot grrrl to kinda flakey hollywood person (i don't think hole even exists anymore) or the fact that there is a nirvana llc.

apparently, pearl harbor has set box office records for a disney film in japan. is it safe to call this irony?

hey everyone, let's ALL go into rehab!

remember when bands had really cool names? shirley temple of doom does!

when twisted, my favorite record label, went under a year and a half ago i was just about devastated. now they're back, and the first single is rather wonderful (despite the annoyingly tweaky breakdown). it's time for the revolution, you've been warned.

this past week i finished reading eric schlosser's fast food nation and it's definitely one of the most disturbing things that i have ever read. although i highly recommend reading it, if you enjoy eating meat approach this book with caution.

it's very odd to, at the age of 25, learn that you have your own neighborhood in minneapolis. who knew?

if you're in the mood for a good house mix go here. it's a great tribal and tech house mix, just skip the bizarre intro.

i've got some bad news about the bug jar. a friend informed me last night that the owner of the bug jar died in a car crash about a year or so ago. now that it's under new ownership, the crowd is mainly dave mathews frat boys. how did that happen?

when wber is pissing you off, you can listen to nyu's college radio here.

if i could own a bar, i'd own this one.

what is this world coming to?

by the way, if you're not listening to wber i don't even want to know you. wber is so good it makes the jack-rabbit slap the bear. pass it on.

today was just about THE GREATEST DAY OF ALL TIME.

first, i get tickets to radiohead, the greatest band OF ALL TIME. the internet pre-sale
started at 10am this morning. you had to get a secret password from mtv.com (after giving them
your age, location, and e-mail address of course), then use that password at ticketmaster.com.
the password was "sardines."

then, then, THEN, the official announcement came out today. the first season of the simpsons, the greatest tv show
OF ALL TIME, is going to be released on dvd september 25th with tons of special treats.
check it out

i have a feeling this is just going to end up sounding a lot like led zeppelin. zack's solo album seems a lot more promising anyway.

chris cornell to rage with the machine

let's hope this doesn't spark something very very bad.

click here

behold: sony's plans for world domination. check out the picture under the online plans section. pretty scary.

click here

go here when you have a really hard time remembering how to spell "weird" and haven't the slightest clue as to the propper spelling of "schmo"

dictionary.com

it's also important to note that i would have no idea what a "blog" was or just how wonderful they can be if it weren't for this guy. his blog is essential daily reading so stop by, you can ignore the techy stuff if that's not your thing. all praises due

so, it was only a matter of time before i buckled down and claimed a bit of magical internet space for myself. it's very weird. and not good weird like a tim burton movie, it's uncomfortable wary weird like when you're just out of college being interviewed by some pretentious queen with big huge blisters all over his lips.

anyways, i hope that my blog can at least be half as enriching as this site. don't even ask me how i came across this

welcome back space girl