Gawker outlines the seven worst types of editorial assistants. I don’t think I work with anybody like this. More to the point, I hope none of these describe me.
Month: December 2006
The Friday Random Guess 10, the “It’s Still Friday, Isn’t it?” Edition:
- “Impossible Things #2” by Looper
“My hand’s very cold,” the girl said as he took it. - “What’s Really Happening?” by David Bowie
Hearts become outdated clocks - “Too Young” by Phoenix
I can’t lie on my bed without thinking I was wrong - “Oh My Love” by John Lennon, guessed by Kim
My mind is wide open - “Not Your Girl” by Bree Sharp
I stutter like a broken clutch - “Peace in the Valley” by Johnny Cash (or others), guessed by Kim
Well the bear will be gentle - “Groovin'” by the Young Rascals, guessed by Kim
Really couldn’t get away too soon - “A Murder of One” by Counting Crows, guessed by Marc
Does he keep you safe and warm? - “I Got Stripes” by Johnny Cash, almost guessed by Kim
On a Wednesday I’m down in solitary - “Feel Good Inc.” by Gorillaz, guessed by Marc
And all I wanna hear is the message beep
Sorry for the delay, if I’ve kept you waiting. I was at my company holiday party earlier this evening, enjoying some good food, too much drink, good conversation, and the very amusing sight of my boss out on the dance floor.
As always, good luck. The remaining answers to last week’s lyrics will be posted soon now.
Just in case you didn’t hear — water on Mars:
NASA photographs have revealed bright new deposits seen in two gullies on Mars that suggest water carried sediment through them sometime during the past seven years.
“These observations give the strongest evidence to date that water still flows occasionally on the surface of Mars,” said Michael Meyer, lead scientist for NASA’s Mars Exploration Program, Washington.
Via Caitlin R. Kiernan.
Reading the AV Club’s review of Van Wilder: The Rise Of Taj, I came across this bit of plot summary:
On a mission to unstuff the stuffed shirts at Camford University, a small British college of the highest academic esteem, Penn arrives to a cool greeting from the campus’ snootiest social group, which treats his admission letter as a practical joke.
The plot itself doesn’t interest me — nor does the movie* — but that “Camford University” business is amusing, as if the screenwriters simply said, “There’s Oxford. There’s Cambridge. Let’s magically combine them to create a single fictional, won’t-get-us-sued location! Genius!”
I wonder in Taj will do his post-graduate study back home at Stanvard or Yaleumbia.
* The best Scott Tobias can say for the film, really, is that “it’s still shit, but with a sweeter odor than usual.” No thanks.