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That is one pissed off tree

i know, i know

People tend to be caught off guard by my infatuation with Amanda Bynes. But then again, people are also generally unaware of my unapologetic love for romantic comedies. Not just quality work like Love Actually, Grosse Pointe Blank or High Fidelity, but She's The Man and Stick It. Now while I obviously love a variety of quality and craptastic selections from this genre, my focus on Amanda Bynes flabbergasts most. I have a real soft spot for her movies, which I always, at the very least, enjoy (the recent Sydney White) but generally put in line with my favorite romantic comedies (She's The Man, What A Girl Wants). They're always extremely cute little flicks.

She just comes off as someone I'd always want to be around. She's goofy. I like that a lot in a girl. People think just because I value someone with a brain, all I want to do is sit around and pontificate bullshit all day. Look, I value intelligence, but as with any personal characteristic, it takes much more than just one good quality to go towards how I value someone. And from reading interviews with her, she seems refreshingly down to earth and not full of ego like most young women in Hollywood.

And of course, she has a very unique, quirky kind of beauty.

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Skinny Mean Man

To say Say Anything's upcoming sophomore release, In Defense of the Genre..., is highly anticipated would be a gross understatement. I have rabidly been awaiting new material from Max Bemis ever since there was the promises of experimental E.P.'s shortly after 2004's ...Is A Real Boy (this is not counting the Vs. Aids/Was A Real Boy tracks).

Bemis has made it worth the wait, though. In Defense of the Genre..., which will be released on October 23 on J Records, will be a double album. 27 glorious songs, clocking in at around 90 minutes. It's been years since I was this excited about an album release. That's not to say I haven't been excited about a number of amazing albums that have come out, but this one's just extremely high on the priority list.

The band made the first track off of Disc 1, "Skinny Mean Man," available for stream on their MySpace page this morning/yesterday evening at midnight. It's a fantastic opener, although it may take a few listens for some people to get into it (but I promise, it happens). Never one to let my pretties down, I have a gift for those who don't think the stream is enough. Just click the link. No need to "right click."

Say Anything - Skinny Mean Man

And just in case you wanted some light news reading:
House Panel Debates Hip-Hop Lyrics: A pantheon of rich discussion, I'm sure
Central Park Lovers Get Engaged, Mugged: At least they get that authentic NYC experience
Deep-Voiced Men 'Have More Kids':...I got nothin'.

Frag Mr. Rotten, Please, Master Chief

Woke in a bit of a grumbly mood because I had to be at Game Stop for the midnight release of Halo 3 (a game, as I've been announcing, for little girls). For some ungodly reason, Game Stop thought it'd be best to have the store open until 11:45 so that people could pay their game off and just grab it at midnight. I was in charge of setting up Halo machines, raffles, and other crowd control babysitting things. Really it just gave me a reason to announce really filthy things towards unsuspecting. A sample of the kids I dealt with:

I mention the grumbly mood because I awoke to this nonsense. Johnny "Rotten" Lydon continues to live under the delirious belief that he is some sort of authoritative figure on what is and isn't "punk," which is hilariously hypocritical considering some of the values associated with punk. He's not alone in doing this, but he is one of the more obnoxious examples.

The Sex Pistols were a boy band made up of a bunch of Nancy boys who, like the boy bands of the 90's, completely fell apart when they started managing things themselves (I know that's an oversimplification of the matter, but still). They just happen to have an overrated status because of their placement in musical history. So Rotten thinks it matters somehow when he spouts out "The Ramones weren't punk. The Clash weren't punk." And yes, he's free to say whatever he wants about whomever he wants, but he just says shit like this all the time.

How punk.

I'll admit, I like a few Sex Pistol tracks, but they never stood out to me as anyone particularly special.

For the record, Journey is one of Johnny Rotten's favorite bands. I find that amusing.

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Snacky...beef?

World, How You Tickle Me.

• Man 'steals iguanas in fake leg': Oh, my fellow countrymen.
• Forbidden City Starbucks replaced: Apparently, the Chinese did not think it reflected the culture and traditions of the Forbidden City. Shock and awe.
• Fox invasion fear grips Tasmania: While the rest of the world goes to battles against fundamentalists, the great government of Tasmania declares war on...foxes.

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Hello, Internets. So We Meet Again

Hello. I am Myles Griffin, your future benevolent ruler. At the advice of one my cohorts, Michael Danger, I decided to begin my domination here. Those who have my MySpace are familiar with my subliminal bulletin form of mind control entitled "Good Morning, Internets," which will now be posted here.

Things look sparse as of right now, but that will change. She's a fixer upper!

Furthermore, this will become a hub of news, links, mp3s, reviews, and a plethora of other things that I will submit your mind to.

And remember, above all else:
myles prevails.