The Importance of Being Idle
A good friend of mine is interviewing Noelly G. in person today. This good friend of mine is lucky he is indeed a good friend of mine because I am insanely jealous (and that's an understatement). We traded quite a few emails last night and I sent over roughly 25 questions for The Chief, some of which have a very good chance of being asked today. I am all a-flutter with anticipation. And yes, I am a little girl. Thanks for asking.
Apparently Noel is doing phoners with some bloggers, and somehow I AM NOT ONE OF THEM. But I'm not bitter or anything. grumblegrumblegrumble. The good news is that my friend's interview will soon be podacastafied so everyone can hear it. In the meantime, I will have to console myself with my just acquired photo pass for Virgin Fest this weekend.
Can we get a show of hands of people bored to tears by Idolator. I believe Jen put it best when she said, "it reads like an MLB.com writer and an EW writer are attempting to write about music...oh, wait." Bo-ring.
Spiral Stairs on the Wowee Zowee reissue.
Zune = viral DRM.
Pics from Bansky's LA exhibit. Yeah, the one with the elephant.
Idolator sucks.
the worst.
It's shaping up to be a failure of Kinja or *gasp* Oddjack proportions.
I just don't get Idolator. Or maybe it's not my fault. Maybe it just blows.