The Deputy Mayor of the Indian capital, Delhi, was killed by a horde of moneys, if you can believe it.
SS Bajwa suffered serious head injuries when he fell from the first-floor terrace of his home on Saturday morning trying to fight off the monkeys.
The city has long struggled to counter its plague of monkeys, which invade government complexes and temples, snatch food and scare passers-by.
The Hindus consider monkey sacred, so they are basically allowed to reproduce like rabbits and generally fuck shit up all around town.
In other words, major cities in India are overrun by simian street gangs… To that I say, simply: No thank you.
(Props to Brandon via Twitter)
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Track o’ the post: Shock the Monkey, an obvious choice from Peter Gabriel’s greatest hits disc, Shaking the Tree
Would any of Christian Bale’s film characters be a good lay? Probably not.
3:10 To Yuma: Unexpressive. Plays things close to the vest. Grim. Secretly defensive with too much to prove. Might open up in private and might consider decent cocksmanship another sign of his must-be-proven-constantly manliness, but also might consider foreplay a sign of weakness. Thumbs down.
Cocksmanship is the word of the day, kids.
This of course leads us to the proverbial “List” that we like to pretend we are all allowed to keep. The List specifies the celebrities that your partner is supposed to let you frolic freely with, should you ever get the chance. Of course, the only thing that even lets The List exist is the fact that you will never get that chance. In fact, I know someone who had a particular vixen removed forcibly from his List because he’d actually met her in person once. This brings the game too close to reality. No good.
I don’t actively maintain my list, but I like to keep a fuzzy idea of who might be on it for when the barroom conversation turn that direction. I have to say, though, that the glut of celebrity gossip sites (coupled with the fact that I know a couple people in the film industry who like to tell me “Oh, she’s a total bitch and she has some kind of weird skin fungus.” when I bring up someone I’d totally take a run at) is kind of ruining the whole notion of The List. None of these people are nearly as perfect as they used to seem and that’s just no fun.
Now that I’ve built it up so much, I’m balking on the idea of typing out my List. It’s a fluid, ever-changing thing… I’m reticent to nail it down.
How ’bout you go first?
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Track o’ the post: There’s No I In Threesome from Interpol’s latest, Our Love To Admire
(Note: Those links take you to Amazon’s MP3 download area, which I highly recommend. I might try to keep doing a track for each post. I might not.)
Holy crap! Go Rockies!
Meanwhile the BoSox are playing some silly see-saw game in their series, trying their level best to lose to the Indians.
I’m starting to think I’d prefer it that way now. At least then it would be clear to me which team to root for.
I am no longer waiting for the wheels to come off for this Rockies team. They are some sort of juggernaut of destiny right now. It’s crazy.
Just a couple quick hits worth noting:
- This morning I gave Radiohead two British pounds for the digital download of their new album, In Rainbows. They let you pick your own price. I put mine on the low side because I’m only a marginal Radiohead fan (and the album web site is a pain in the ass). It’s still more than five times the $0.74 per CD music artists supposedly get from the labels (if they’re lucky).
- Say what you will about the French, they sure have talented news anchors (careful, boobies!).
Hey, so yesterday was the third anniversary of my being able to call Hezzy “The Wife”. (Later in the month is the twelve year mark for our couplehood, however.)
It being the glass/crystal/leather anniversary, The Wife asked for a new shiny LCD HDTV.
I like her. 
You know what else I like?
The new Amazon MP3 Music Downloads thingy, that’s what. Prices are roughly similar to iTunes Music Store and there’s no DRM whatsoever.
Hotness on a bun. (Y’know… As far as buying music goes. I still say buy directly from the artist if at all possible.)
The boss at Yahoo! Music agrees:
But now, eight years later, Amazon’s finally done what was clearly the right solution in 1999. Music in the format that people actually want it in, with a Web-based experience that’s simple and works with any device. I bought tracks from Amazon (Kevin Drew
and No Age), downloaded them, sync’d them to my new iPod Nano, and had them playing in my home audio system (Control 4) in less than five minutes. PRAISE JESUS. It only took 8 years.
8 years. How much opportunity have we lost in those 8 years? How much naivety and hubris did we have when we said, “if we build it they will come�? What did we spend? And what did we gain? We certainly didn’t gain mass user adoption or trust, two prerequisites to success on the Internet.
I’m also still a big fan of Amazon Unbox with its $4 “rentals” that download straight to my TiVo.
That’s sexy, too.
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