Annoying poster for annoying movie., originally uploaded by Lintilla.

I don’t give even a fifth of a shit about “Sex and the City”, but I keep seeing this poster about, and it demonstrates something that pops up to annoy me every now and again.

The poster features four actresses playing four characters. It also features their names. The names are listed in order of importance. Sarah Jessica Parker obviously gets top billing.

The names are also aligned with the four people in the photograph. However, those people are not standing in a row in order of descending importance. Therefore, while the names appear to label these women, the names do not match the faces.

Can you see how this could be confusing to someone who didn’t already know the actresses names? I happen to know them, which is why this is able bug me, but if I didn’t, I’d probably want to assume that that’s Sarah Jessica Parker there on the left.

I understand the reasons for listing the names in that order. I understand the reasons for lining the names up with the people (just looks better, most of the time). So I’m going to have to demand that from now on, only photographs where the actors are standing ordered based on how much money they make from left to right are allowed to be used for movie posters and DVD covers.

Thanks, bye.

Creepy flower, originally uploaded by Lintilla.

Here’s a houseplant I bought at Ikea. Some sort of palm, as far I know. I’ve had a bunch of these things, and I’ve never seen one flower before (is that a flower!), and really, that yellow thing is kind of creepy, isn’t it. I hope it will refrain from growing any more of them. I bet I’m allergic to that shit, too.

It’s obviously not blooming (word doesn’t really fit, if you ask me) because I’m treating it well. It’s probably been speaking with my other plants, and has learned how many of its plant brothers and sisters have been massacred by me (and they’ve only seen a fraction of it, because those living now have had relatively short lives). It’s clearly trying to reproduce before its inevitable demise. I just realized how dry the soil looks in that photo. What? Plants need water to live? News to me! (I’ve had plenty of succulents die of dehydration). I’ve never seen one of these flower before most likely because one has never survived long enough.

(Unrelated to this plant: “photo”, short for “photograph” is a legitimate word now. “Pic” will have its day yet.)

And hey, good news: I’ve figured out what compels me to post blog entries — responsibility / obligation avoidance. Everybody just give me a lot of shit to do, and I’ll put it off by posting here instead. Drought over! Actually, the explanation could also be several other unmentionable factors. But the avoidance rationale is good enough.

I guess I’m going to get back to laying-out some CD liner dip dop.

Motherfucking beans on toast!, originally uploaded by Lintilla.

Yeah, that’s all I have to say.

This is basically the only food I have in my apartment right now. Cans and cans of beans.

Next time I post I will be an elephant. My metabolism committed suicide when I turned 26.

I had something more interesting I was thinking about posting this morning, but then I went to work and died a little inside. (Speaking of things that have committed suicide lately: my creativity). I think it was about laziness. Such a post was quite obviously never destined to happen.

Subject change:

Whatever. I’m posting because I just realized that I haven’t pimped my husband’s freakin’ band’s tour on my site yet. They hit the first of four California stops tonight (I’m being quite literal with the date — I’m writing this just after midnight), and I know that a few of my regular readers are out that way. So, if you don’t check Cyanotic out (oh, and Acumen Nation/DJ? Acucrack, too), you’re dead to me. I failed to school you Seattle fuckers in time, so you got off easy if you missed them mere hours ago — but then again, you also fucking suck, because I guarantee you didn’t have anything nearly as good to do on a Wednesday night, unless you just can’t bear the thought of missing America’s Next Top Model.

Sean’s been telling me that so far, this is turning out to be the best goddamn tour ever. And I can’t be there! (I hope it’s just a coincedence that it’s also the first tour I haven’t tagged along on.) So unless you hate me, you’ll allow me to live vicariously through you. Because I hate to miss a good opportunity to rock out with my cock out* to some boot-stompin’, ass-shakin’ industrial music. We are definitely not talking wimpy, whiny, pansy-ass EBM pablum here (oh my fuck, they’ve got guitars!), but then, while Cyanotic hails to old-school aggression, we’re equally not talking about old and moldy, dead and decaying 80s throwback crap. These guys are not afraid to kick things up a notch (I just made myself vomit, using that phrase) (bam!) by mixing in harsh electronics, breakbeats, wicked distortion, and glitchy goddamn everything (without getting all cheesily bleep-bloop on ya). Look out, honey, ’cause they’re using technology! Re-Gen magazine, as all music magazines are given to do, pulls an absurd metaphor out of their ass, and describes the music of Transhuman 2.0 as “penetrat[ing] your speakers like a murderous cyborg with a jackhammer”. Fucking aces! What more do you want?

In summary, if you’re on the west coast, and don’t check this shit out in the next few days, you’re fully retarded.

The remaining dates on the Cyanotic-Acumen Nation-DJ? Acucrack PsychoTranshumanoid tour are:

• 10/11/07 - San Francisco, CA
• 10/12/07 - San Diego, CA
• 10/13/07 - Riverside, CA
• 10/14/07 - Los Angeles, CA
• 10/15/07 - Phoenix, AZ
• 10/16/07 - El Paso, TX
• 10/17/07 - Houston, TX
• 10/18/07 - Austin, TX
• 10/20/07 - St. Louis, MO
• 10/21/07 - Chicago, IL

I’ll see all of you Chicago bastards when the Cyanotic and Acumen guys bring the noise to Double Door on the 21st!

_{* I do not, in fact, possess a cock. Well, except of the detachable variety.}

Tipsy Zombos, originally uploaded by Lintilla.

Wait, I didn’t post, this, eh. You should always assume that if you see one, that there are hundreds more that you don’t see, but I’m not in the mood to check all the baseboards for more photographs of women covered in chocolate syrup. Anyway, yeah, this is what I do with my spare time these days, apparently. I’m the one who can’t see due to drink mix, if you don’t visit this site often enough to have established that I’m a blonde twig.

Take off, eh.

Flying Spaghetti Money, originally uploaded by Lintilla.

I just started a new WheresGeorge.com profile (I don’t know the password or e-mail address I used on my first one, 4 or 5 years ago), because I found a marked dollar the other day while I was doing some laundry. I usually , but I thought it would make it a little more fun if I added our friend the Flying Spaghetti Monster to spread the good word, and just in case it’s not entirely obvious to someone what was crossed out.

I used the dollar bills in the picture to purchase alcohol at Spot 6 last night. Somebody already found and reported one! Huzzah for that. It’s already travelled a whole… 0.0 miles!

05-07-07_2105.jpg, originally uploaded by Lintilla.

(And yeah, shitty photo, but it was dark, and all I have is a crappy camera phone.)

I didn’t figure out what “BOGO” meant for ages. I think I’ve posted about this at one point, but in case I haven’t… I figured it was just some shitty brand of shoes that only Payless sold. That was because I was stupid. But if you only speak Spanish, you’d be even more fucking confused. The signs still say BOGO, but in Spanish, that doesn’t stand for anything. So, uh… Pretty DUYM. Yeah, I just thought this was excessively stupid, and needed to point it out to the world. Kbye.

Canadian Sunset, originally uploaded by Lone Primate.

I miss my home! Happy Canadia Day.

Way to go, originally uploaded by Lintilla.

Yeah, I’m going back up on the roof right now… Hopefully things will be just as retarded. I’ve completely had it with being responsible and making sense!

Oh, rite. This is a bunch of my friends and loved ones sneakily peering over the edge of my apartment building’s roof… at some dude Mike accidentally poured and/or dropped a can of diet Mountain Dew onto. Smooth!

The End of the Rainbow, originally uploaded by Lintilla.

Ontario-ari-ari-o!

“The telephone tax refund is a one-time payment available on your 2006 federal income tax return, designed to refund previously collected federal excise taxes on long-distance or bundled service. It is available to anyone who paid such taxes on landline, wireless, or Voice over Internet Protocol (VoIP) service.”

Indeed. Got me some $40, hurray!

But there are no compatible drivers for my sound card. M-Audio’s fault, though. Bleh.