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Every once in a while, there comes along a Youtube video that’s so sincere, so literal, and so wacky, that I suddenly remember why I don’t totally hate being a slave to the computer all day. And so I present to you this really odd fan-made tribute to Blur/Gorillaz singer Damon Albarn, in all its batshit, yet very literal, glory:
Anti-porn crusaders are spreading a bunch of lies about an imagined porn epidemic in schools, among other things.
One New Zealand prostitute stole over $100,000 from a 72-year old client, after moving herself and her kids into his house. The guy committed suicide earlier this year, and now the woman has been sentenced to a little over three years for forty-eight counts of fraud. [via Insider Escort Secrets]
Here’s an old list I just came across. It’s the Indie Rock Fag’s Top 17 Homo Love Songs, from The New Gay. It’s okay, albeit a little nutty–who thinks Kooks is David Bowie’s best love song?!?!–but the writer’s vague dismissive comments about Plastic Bertrand are completely uncalled for. Plastic Bertrand is awesome and anyone who thinks otherwise has their head, or at least their ears, too far up their derriere. But then, the site’s also looking for writers and I was thinking of applying, so maybe I should only say nice things about them.
Usually I have to read old Nancy Drew books if I want to read stories involving bad Orientalist dialect, but this week someone sent me this story, which is also notable for its extensive use of simile.
Ian Shapira from the Washington Post on blogs ripping off newspaper articles. I’m still internally debating this one.
Happy Endings can be a problem.
Here’s some drawings of doughnuts on strings.
Joe from It’s The Money Shot!! posted half of his summer mix the other day. The hidden track at the end might be my favorite. And speaking of that blog, Joe also got interviewed recently.
Author Brendan Halpin on why teen novels don’t cater to boys, and why they should. Since gay teen boys read more, or something, the lack of YA books with straight male protagonists had never actually occurred to me.
2009 is the year of dippy Kate Bush-styled women, and they just keep coming. Meet Gemma Ray, who adds a Trish Keenan-like element to the mix.
And finally, the saddest music in the world.
[Video: Wicked Little Town (Hedwig Version), #3 on the Indie Rock Fag love song list.]
