Wii have a smoking problem

So you can't smoke in bars, you can't smoke in restaurants, and now you can't smoke around your Wii. Good thing I don't smoke nor play video games.

No bathtime!

The Lolabear was getting pretty dirty and scuzzy living it up in the wretched pit known as Le Barrows, so it was high time for a kitty bath last night. Armed with rubber gloves, cat shampoo, a hysterically laughing Terence and a warm, inviting tub, this 8-minute exercise in futility was, surprisingly, a moderate success. Lola got clean, but vengeful. She refused to sleep in my bed last night, and for the first time since moving into the new crib in September, she didn't accompany me into the bathroom for my morning routine. As Morrissey once said, "My cat holds more grudges / Than lonely high court judges." Just look at the DEATH STARE I got last night:



But now she's all clean and furry, and hopefully I won't have a mouse tail sitting on my pillow when I return home. Lola can have a pretty bad attitude sometimes (I blame her mother), so we'll see what awaits me at home. I'm prety sure it won't be love.

Blackout weekend

Yikes. So I've just come to, in a hazy shade of pirate-eye, and left the bedroom for the first time since arriving home post-Kain early Saturday morning. What a weekend. Passion Pit destroyed another sold-out edition of the pill (6th sellout in 7 weeks, with the only non-capacity night the snowstorm-ridden Friday), Saturday was a lovers wasteland of bedroom narcotics and Vanya All-Star film viewing (Party Monster, 24 Hour Party People, Ghost World, Velvet GM), and now the Hotel Barrows is a ghostland at 3pm Sunday, with hockey on the scren, a kitten at my side (don't lick the CD jewel cases, love) and this machine on my lap. I'm eating leftover chinese and wondering what's next. Not ready to start another week.

Also, Click/Clash was back at le pill. on Friday. Cheers Susie.

Video: Protokoll "In the Fall"

Peep this: the new video from Protokoll for "In the Fall," shot at a Allston basement show sometime last year. Check the lo-fi version over on YouTube. Viva la Protokoll!

Krief keyboardist wanted by FBI?

From today's Boston Herald Hotline: Robert Plant says no to $200 million to reform Led Zeppelin, and Montreal's Patrick Krief (of the Dears) had to cancel his Boston gig because his Italiam immigrant keyboardist shares the same name with a man wanted by the FBI. Or maybe that's what customs told him -- Krief thinks it's because his piano man "has a bit of a temper" and might have told US officials "to fuck off" during questioning.

Also, props to the Boston Phoenix's Burn Unit, as there's a reference to MARION, and Jamie Harding's post-career as a garden gnome stealing smackhead. Ace work, David Thorpe!

D-Listed says Patrick Swayze is dying.

5pm edit: The news is being confirmed by Perez Hilton, and he looks to have a month or so left since the cancer has spread throughout his body. Fucking hell.

She leads me through moonlight, only to burn me with... pancreatic cancer?!?!!?

D-Listed took a lead from the National Enquirer and says Swayze has five weeks to live after cancer treatment, and Fafarazzi jumped all over this as well. I might just wait for official word from TMZ. This better not be true. If it's not, this tops that forced plane crash Swayze had in the '90s to get his name back in the press.

Feel her breath on my face... her body close to me... Can't look in her eyes... She's outta my league!

Dresden Doll works with NIN

Mad props to Brian Viglione, drummer of the Dresden Dolls and all around genuine dude, who has hooked up with Nine Inch Nails on their new album, Ghosts. The rumor had been circulating for a while, and I knew about it in November, so it's cool to finally be able to write about it. Say what you will about the Dolls, but after catching their second-ever show around spring 2001, they opened me up to the local music scene, and a few years later I pay my bills covering it. Word.

Angry Journalist dot com

Well I just found the best website ever. More than a thousand annonymous comments from bitter people making a living in a dying industry.

Angry Journalist #1373:
An organization devoted to hiring people smarter than a states attorney, but too stupid to realize they are getting paid less than the guy who empties the trash.

Angry Journalist #1354:
I’d like to offer a toast to the genius who decided to make reporters punch in on a time clock, then mandated a “No Overtime” policy.

Let’s begin with the obvious. Reporters don’t work bankers hours, so expecting us to punch in and punch out for an exact eight-hour day is asinine, not to mention totally oblivious to how reporters work in the first place and the nature of “breaking news.” I’m sure if faced with a time clock, Woodward and Bernstein would have said, “Oooops, Ben Bradlee, we’re out of hours, we don’t think we’ll go chat with our friend in the parking lot. Screw taking down a Presidency and exposing corruption! We don’t want to cost our employers a couple of hundred dollars in OT because we’re good corporate automatons.”

Angry Journalist #1228:
I get angry when people write a letter to the editor and then refer to it as their “article.” Oh, did you see the article I had in today’s paper? No, because it’s a damn letter.

New pill flyer for March/April

The latest pill flyer hit the 'net, Allston streetpoles and various corkboards about town this weekend. It features the one and only Brigid the Fierce, and was shot deep within the Hotel Barrows hallspace.

Click Clash @ the pill 02.29

Local fashion blog Click/Clash hit up the pill last Friday, and I spy Clementine, Mark and JUSTINcredible. (Yes, I know someone called JUSTINcredible... He's mad chill.)