I really appreciated the use of "soap opera time" in the movie. I mean, isn't Anikin supposed to be 14 years younger than Padmé. And seriously, she's pregnant for a month tops.

A part of me almost thought they might end up on some mysterious island.

Nevertheless, ignoring the little things, it was a pretty awesome movie as a whole, and I'll probably see it again within the week.

Perhaps the greatest line in Episode 3: "Only the Sith deal in absolutes."

Not to complain; it was an entertaining movie. But I mean, it's one thing to have a vision of a space opera or whatever, but at least read the fucking script before you shoot it.

Everybody's heard 7and7is, and Cadence Weapon... but if you're wondering about Eyes Full Of Stars... check this, and this.

edit: the music isn't mindblowing or anything, but at least it's solid. However, I'm getting a sneaking premonition that they'll be pretty great live. I guess we'll find out tonight.

yeah, Clark, Kev and I are going to that show tonight too. Clark is probably phoning you about it as I type this.

Hey everyone,

So I'm planning to go see Star Wars tonight at 8:00pm in South Edmonton Common. If you wish to join me, feel free to. I'm planning on being at the theatre around 7:15pm, so come find me around that time. In fact, if you are thinking of comming, call my cell at 235-8625 and I'll save a spot for you (or maybe even pick you up a ticket).

Slater Bradley's Doppelganger Trilogy
from hipster blog: http://www.themodernage.org/

wow. playing the keyboard looks pretty cool. videos from Thunderbirds are Now, Coldplay on SNL, Common on Leno, and live Annie

Equipment List at Efrim's (Dr. Godspeed You Black Emperor!) studio, HOTEL 2 TANGO where Godspeed, Arcade Fire, Dears, sixtoo, Pony Up! and other sweet band recorded.

the most ghetto mp3 (blog?)

ANYONE ELSE WANNA GO SEE CADENCE? IMA PROLLY GONNA GO

they look like your sister, and they've got great (stupid) new wave haircuts- Tegan And Sara: This Business of Art

whitey houston promo:

Born of hinterland depresison, a mutual love of texas hold'em and audiophile (sic) discontent, Whitey came to pass in 1999. The indie-rock approach of earlier efforts were quickly drowned out by the stereophonic roar of the bass guitar and the increasingly pugelistic trap stylings of GRAVY: THE CARDIAC KID. He was once heard to say "I don't play the drums, I hit the drums." And crush those drums he did (and still does).

The slow songs were being SHITCANNED for faster ones which were in-turn not fast enough so those were SHITCANNED for even faster ones. It was pure, feral rock and roll complete with the right mix of swagger, humour, and arm windmilling. Fueled by vinyl loyalist sensibilities, the new sound pulled from diverse influences, from the garage soul of The Pretty Things and The Sonics to the areena rock pomp of Thin Lizzy, early AC_DC and Motorhead (sic). Obscure 60's R&B screamers, '77 punk and English metal, all were absorbed into the mix that would produce Whitey Houston's particular brand of frenzied rock 'n roll.

After four years of relative sloth and prior musical commitments taking precedence, they came out swinging in '04. A renewed commitment to touring saw the addition of the maraca weilding Dancin' Kimballs, adding a touch of retro go-go camp to the live set. Excelsior!

Major breakthroughs in the achievement of competency with dreamweaver have occurred as of this night. Mastery arrives speedily forthwith.