tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62266572011-04-21T17:45:35.662-04:00Lindsayism.com Indefinite Catastrophic Resting Place"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."
<br> - Pavement<br>
(This is the temporary home of <a href="http://www.lindsayism.com">lindsayism.com</a>) You should go there to see tons and tons of awesome links! I'll be here in this spot indefinitely because of a real-live fire in my apartment! My email address is lindsay@lindsayism.com, and my AIM username is "lindsayism1" Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1001100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1075511493817371052004-01-30T20:11:00.000-05:002004-01-30T20:37:15.500-05:00What you're looking at now is just the archive of the stuff I wrote from December 18, 2003 - January 30, 2004. My current and updated site, Lindsayism.com,IS RIGHT HERE.Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1075495259258119452004-01-30T15:59:00.000-05:002004-01-30T15:59:48.373-05:00Attention all HBO On-Demand Users:
Okay, it's a 1993 documentary and it's called By Satan Possessed.
It's a documentary about Satanists Among Us. And you need to order it as soon as possible because I watched it yesterday and it's the funniest thing I've ever seen. And it's not just a one-trick pony, either. It gets funnier and funnier as it goes along, finally reaching an unbelievable and Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1075494423910664092004-01-30T15:27:00.000-05:002004-01-30T15:29:17.450-05:00(Sorry about yesterday. I was experiencing a Chinese Food Consumption Related allergic reaction. See? I told you I shouldn't eat that stuff. (But thanks for dinner, Ben!) Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1075322040345166092004-01-28T15:34:00.000-05:002004-01-28T15:36:11.186-05:00I know we all read The Onion, but I just have to say this is my favorite one in a long time. Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1075312471003310572004-01-28T12:54:00.000-05:002004-01-28T12:56:53.700-05:00(But what if God sees me as a slut?)
Sometimes I google too much. Like today:
Christian Advice on "How To Be Attractive"
Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1075307887971177982004-01-28T11:38:00.000-05:002004-01-28T11:40:18.390-05:00Now that I'm on a "movies I loved in college" kick, what the fuck ever happened to Whit Stillman? I just googled that very phrase (without the expletive) and unearthed an essay arguing that Stillman's trilogy was Christian, and this fan page bearing recent news that Stillman is working on a Jane Austen adaptation. I'm widely known for my refusal to see period films (Dangerous Liasons doesn't Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1075307306878529282004-01-28T11:28:00.000-05:002004-01-28T11:30:37.420-05:00uh oh, time for a Kicking and Screaming quote:
"I'm nostalgic for conversations I had yesterday. I've begun reminiscing events before they even occur. I'm reminiscing this right now. I can't go to the bar because I've already looked back on it in my memory...and I didn't have a good time."Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1075307095346662842004-01-28T11:24:00.000-05:002004-01-28T11:27:05.936-05:00The site 1115.org asked bloggers for their Guilty Pleasures last week, and I did one but forgot to link to it! Maybe it was subconsciously because mine is the most embarrassing of all.
Here they are. (oh, and btw, Kicking and Screaming is not a "guilty pleasure." Kicking and Screaming is a cinematic masterpiece!)Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1075306572198891282004-01-28T11:16:00.000-05:002004-01-28T11:18:22.903-05:00Somebody should make a "free Winona"-style tshirt with Claire Danes on it and "Homewrecker" underneath. Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1075306024095252642004-01-28T11:07:00.000-05:002004-01-28T11:09:14.936-05:00Information Round Up
New York Doll's write-up and pictures. What does a guy have to do to stop being compared to Judd Nelson? More, it seems. He's the one I would have gone out with in The Breakfast Club anyway, so maybe it's apropos.
Jenyk's pics of the show are up. I think Jenyk hearts the girls.
Another gushy Weekly Dig article Only read it if you're really really interested in the Boston Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1075241103510609282004-01-27T17:05:00.000-05:002004-01-27T17:08:28.546-05:00Hi. Test. No Subject. (Yawn.)
Viruses are so last year. I don't understand why these virus makers don't get more creative. They could turn us all into unwitting participants in a massive social experiment/soap opera, but instead they mess up our computers. Ooooh! How brilliant!
If they really wanted to fuck with everyone and change the course of history, they would make one of these:
Two Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1075226486417514072004-01-27T13:01:00.000-05:002004-01-27T13:03:50.810-05:00I just had this little fantasy that Peter Sarsgaard googled "Peter Sarsgaard" "Oscar" and "Robbed" and found this site and dumped Maggie Gyllenhaal for me. He's so on my "list." Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1075214740760839872004-01-27T09:45:00.000-05:002004-01-27T09:47:49.810-05:00Oscar Nominees, yawn. These are going to be the most boring Oscars ever. Big Fish and Peter Sarsgaard were robbed. Though it's exciting that Errol Morris might take home his first Oscar ever (for The Fog of War) this year. Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1075160706357945022004-01-26T18:45:00.000-05:002004-01-26T18:47:14.343-05:00It has been an unbelievable week for Low Culture. If I were the kind of person who said "LOL" (except in person, because I think that's funny), I would say that now. Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1075159445404708962004-01-26T18:24:00.000-05:002004-01-26T18:26:13.670-05:00A new one for me:
Blogging about someone who is in the same room blogging about me.
My head hurts.
Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1075135607192595562004-01-26T11:46:00.000-05:002004-01-26T11:48:54.780-05:00The Simple Life: Another Unfunny Post
You know that question: If there was a fire and you could only save X-number of things, what would you save? I sort of answered that for myself this weekend, when I had to remove everything I cared about from my burned-out apartment in a very small amount of time, without the use of a truck or much of anywhere to store it (I don't move into my new place for Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1075134218824504472004-01-26T11:23:00.000-05:002004-01-26T11:25:46.700-05:00I just found out about this. Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1075134122044130912004-01-26T11:22:00.000-05:002004-01-26T11:24:09.936-05:00Apparently the internet needed one more intersection of the bitter and the perverted.
(link from Flak's Clay Risen)Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074869006376798012004-01-23T09:43:00.000-05:002004-01-26T11:19:23.420-05:00My friend Bryan, who, coincidentally, will be the first male featured in "Date My Friend", has just launched his own dating website, and I like it:
Love In War: "Dating for the Agitated."Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074868824151080672004-01-23T09:40:00.000-05:002004-01-23T09:53:29.543-05:00Last Names It Would Suck To Coincidentally Have:
Buttafuoco
Sharpton
Conger
Durst
Nolte
Stapp
McVeigh
Swayze
Bush
Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074868680773261182004-01-23T09:38:00.000-05:002004-01-23T09:40:04.373-05:00I got an idea for a website. Two, actually:
"dontcallhim.com" and "dontcallher.com" You go there, and read a manifesto on why you should not call the person you want to call but shouldn't (like your ex). The original idea came when my friend Jeremy got three calls in one night from a girl he'd JUST started dating and I said "Dude, she shouldn't call you, she should call me, and I'll tell her whyLindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074868080461116422004-01-23T09:28:00.000-05:002004-01-23T09:30:04.153-05:00In college, after turning on the movie Ghost one day when it was halfway over, I invented a little game where you come in in the middle of that movie and watch it as if you have no idea that Swayze is dead. It's a tiny, teensy bit funny. Seriously. Especially when he's talking to Demi and she's not responding, or when he tries to move the soda can in the subway, etc. My friend Christy brought Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074867713048996232004-01-23T09:21:00.000-05:002004-01-23T09:52:30.576-05:00I participated in a Focus Group about mp3 players the other day. It turned out to be for Sony's as-yet-unreleased version, The Walkman. (My contribution was to suggest that Walkman was sexist and should be changed to Walkperson. But I was kidding.)
So I was doodling on the legal pad they provided to each of us. You know, writing "Lindsay Moretti. Lindsay Robertson Moretti. Lindsay Moretti (ne Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074867176367515882004-01-23T09:12:00.000-05:002004-01-23T09:15:00.186-05:00Being Creatively Fulfilled Is the New Being In Love
I haven't been posting because for part of this week I've been working as a writer in the popular culture industry, and I've been having soooo much fun. I actually got paid to see a teen movie (suckers!) called The Girl Next Door. It was ridiculous and sometimes cheesy, but it had some great lines and, well, I loved every minute of it. (I just Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074792984771977972004-01-22T12:36:00.000-05:002004-01-22T12:38:27.030-05:00I really am THAT busy. No site today either. And if I owe you an email, I'm sorry! Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074690647407154292004-01-21T08:10:00.000-05:002004-01-21T08:12:48.390-05:00No site today, too busy. Thanks to everyone who came out last night!Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074633469010958612004-01-20T16:17:00.000-05:002004-01-20T16:19:49.060-05:00Funniest Conversation From this Weekend, and Then I'll Stop:
Laura: "So why are you anonymous anyway? Are you in the Witness Protection Program?"
TMFTML "Yeah, they sent me to New York and told me to read the New York Times and 'blog about it."Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074632950560914532004-01-20T16:09:00.000-05:002004-01-20T16:11:29.280-05:00I'm very sad to hear that one of my favorite humor sites,Haypenny, has decided to end their 2.5 year run. I will really miss this truly uniquely funny site. Luckily, though, we can still read these guys individual blogs, and they'll presumably now be more likely to participate in the new project Darci Kittenpants and I are working on that we haven't even told them about yet. Thanks for the funny,Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074631204506266922004-01-20T15:40:00.000-05:002004-01-20T15:42:04.293-05:00Wow, I was just informed by a friend that the redesign of The Information site is up. And I like it. Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074628330988953542004-01-20T14:52:00.000-05:002004-01-20T14:59:08.950-05:00REQUISITE ANNOUNCEMENT:
The Information at Vicious at Sin-e at 8 tonight.
Info. here, no pun intended.
Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074532674644726782004-01-19T12:21:00.000-05:002004-01-19T12:21:58.890-05:00Brian will take a picture of himself doing anything you want, if you give him money! My suggestions:
*Smoking in the bar at the Plaza Hotel. (assuming there is one.)
*Hanging out with ugly people.
*Front row at a Creed show.
*Kissing a 67 year old woman. (Oh...wait, nevermind.)Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074530796314142882004-01-19T11:51:00.000-05:002004-01-19T11:51:12.780-05:00Awkwardness Caused By Blogging:
*Running into someone and thinking "Oh shit, do I link to them? Think! Think!"
*Saying "I'm going to tell you something but you can't post about it."
*Being surprised at someone's news and then having them say "I've been blogging about it for two weeks...so...yeah."
AND THE WORST OF ALL, AND ONLY GUYS DO IT (Big surprise):
*"Whipping out" their stats. No buzz! Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074469099653908802004-01-19T11:33:00.000-05:002004-01-19T11:33:18.030-05:00Two Ideas Regarding The Walk of Shame
My so-late-it's-early returns home this weekend gave me an idea: someone should go out on Saturday and Sunday mornings at dawn and take arty pictures of girls hobbling home in high heels, ripped fishnets, and raccoon eyeliner, looking down and to the right and pushing their bangs in front of their faces. It's sort of a summer idea. Maybe it would make a good Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074469699903274812004-01-19T11:32:00.001-05:002004-01-19T11:32:54.310-05:00Tune In Tokyo
I saw Girls Just Want To Have Fun this weekend for the first time in years. I always die when Helen Hunt says "I just know I must be horny." Something needs to be done with this movie asap. I'm thinking Broadway Musical (even though I hate musicals) or made-for-MTV remake. (My friend Amanda insists that the Broadway version should be identical to the original and star the original Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074468470222703272004-01-19T11:32:00.000-05:002004-01-19T11:32:34.140-05:00Good heavens, after this weekend I don't think I ever need to go out again. What I learned:
*Talking about how lame and dorky it is to talk about blogging is still just talking about blogging. (Someone actually left a party shaking his head and saying "fucking bloggers.")
*Contrary to my apparently misguided announcement, asses are still not the new tits.
*Whatevs.org is more Lloyd Dobler than Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074470906689417872004-01-19T11:30:00.000-05:002004-01-19T11:30:25.293-05:00Open Letter To Britney Spears:
I'm so sick of you. For real this time. I wish you could read so you could read this. Stick Fred Durst in yourself, 'cause you're done. Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074278073165866892004-01-16T13:34:00.000-05:002004-01-16T13:36:27.280-05:00The Final Moments of Elliott Smith's Life (via the sticking point)Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074276765163936862004-01-16T13:12:00.000-05:002004-01-16T13:14:39.576-05:00Weekend Shows:
Tonight I'm seeing Asobi Seksu at Mercury Lounge, and tommorrow it's Boston's The Good North, at Plaid. Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074276025096480112004-01-16T13:00:00.000-05:002004-01-16T13:02:19.670-05:00Judging by my email inbox, I might not have to waste money on roofies to get my hottie friends to participate in DATE MY FRIEND. Yay. Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074275177364595492004-01-16T12:51:00.000-05:002004-01-16T13:19:06.750-05:00Two Words: I Danced.
Last night I crashed a birthday party and drank way too much with Sarah Ultragrrrl and Scott Stereogum and Jason Productshopnyc and Brian Ikeepadiary and Andy Casadepunk and a zillion other people. The highlight of the evening was meeting Mr. Whatevs.org, who is just so awesome. We had a great conversation about 'blogs and he insisted on dropping me "home" in his cab even Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074188810073969942004-01-15T17:28:00.000-05:002004-01-15T17:28:10.560-05:00When I get my real site permanently back, I'm going to start a new bi-monthly (that's twice a month, right?) feature called "DATE MY FRIEND." The difference between this and a normal personal ad is that the friend in question will be:
1. Selected by me as a highly datable person.
2. Begged to participate.
3. Coerced with alcohol and roofies into letting me post their picture and a short Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074201094432570882004-01-15T16:11:00.000-05:002004-01-15T16:13:27.670-05:00New York Doll is Giving away Stills tickets for the January 29th show. Good luck! Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074187320695584792004-01-15T12:22:00.000-05:002004-01-15T12:23:53.653-05:00WE HEAR (I've always wanted to say that) that Black Table Editor and Life As A Loser author Will Leitch lost a tooth while internet surfing this morning:
"I was just sitting here at my desk, type type typing away, when my
front tooth, covered in porcelain after a basketball accident five
years ago in St. Louis, suddenly fell out of my mouth. It was weird. One minute I was writing an email, and Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074186365851472742004-01-15T12:06:00.000-05:002004-01-15T12:07:58.966-05:00Buddyhead would say it was Interpol...
A pop band is looking for an obese woman for their album cover.
(It would seem easy, but I got nothin'. Insert your own joke here.) Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074147131267600172004-01-15T09:51:00.002-05:002004-01-15T09:51:43.030-05:00Peter Sarsgaard is the reason I might actually watch The Golden Globes this year. The scary part is, I kinda fell for him first in Boys Don't Cry (as an actor, not the character.) Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074145046769638692004-01-15T09:51:00.001-05:002004-01-15T09:51:32.983-05:00Hey, That's My Bike!
So I know that everybody loves that band The Killers, but is anybody going to talk about the fact that that was the name of the fake band in New Order's 2001 video for "Crystal"? I tried googling and nothing came up. I mean, not that there's anything wrong with that, but it just seems rather...recent. (Note: for all I know, they were around first. Correct me if I'm wrong.) Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074144807447095662004-01-15T09:51:00.000-05:002004-01-15T09:51:24.920-05:00The other day when I was being forced to watch Sex and the City, there was this "romantic" moment where that russian dude slowly undressed Sarah Jessica Parker and I realized something: I don't have the attention span to be slowly undressed.
Which made me think of
this very very old "review" of the movie "Possession" I wrote on my very very old 'blog. Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074143828745364032004-01-15T09:43:00.003-05:002004-01-15T09:43:28.200-05:00I'm super-excited to meet Mr. Whatevs.org when he visits New York this weekend. He comes pre-met and highly recommended by Zulkey.Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074142712479757012004-01-15T09:43:00.002-05:002004-01-15T09:43:40.106-05:00The Straight Dope answers the age-old question What is the plural of "penis"?
(Cliff's Notes: they take exactly 3,051 words to say: "penises.") Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074140093267812062004-01-15T09:43:00.001-05:002004-01-15T09:53:21.716-05:00One of my favorite comedians/bloggers, Christian Finnegan, is now writing for Tough Crowd With Colin Quinn. Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074139748736396212004-01-15T09:43:00.000-05:002004-01-15T09:54:18.140-05:00This week, Boston's FNX radio added The Information song "So Clear" to their rotation. If you wanna request it, the number is:
(877) FNXRADI(O)
(877) 369-7234
And the song can be downloaded here.
Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074139085762478962004-01-15T09:42:00.000-05:002004-01-15T09:42:57.936-05:00My friend John Green of Chicago does humorous radio pieces for Chicago's NPR affiliate WBEZ. His latest one, Sexual Math, is particularly funny, and as John points out, "uses the word 'orgasm' twice."
Listen or
ReadLindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074102314620761572004-01-14T12:45:00.000-05:002004-01-14T12:47:05.840-05:00Real World San Diego Highlights
(Warning: this post contains a discussion of boat-rape that may be offensive to more sensitive readers.)
Best Scene: After Brad tells everyone that his thing is "8 inches, stacked" but refuses to show it, he and Cameran go into the phone room, where Brad drunkenly calls his girlfriend (at 6:45 a.m., her time) and tells her say how big it is.
Brad: "How big is it..Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074098591360738062004-01-14T11:43:00.000-05:002004-01-14T11:45:29.200-05:00Adam Kinesis' Glory Hole, Knot Magazine's sex column, made fun of me today in reference to Nerve.com's plan to hire online daters to blog about their dates:
"Sooner or later, aren't Nerve's bloggers going to be left with nothing to blog about but evenings spent staring lovingly into the eyes of their musician boyfriends? And isn't that sort of Lindsayism territory?"
(I totally deserved that, but Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074097759346884852004-01-14T11:29:00.000-05:002004-01-14T11:31:10.716-05:00If you're like me, you read whatevs.org every day, so if you're like me, This parody page by the funny guys at Yankee Pot Roast, "Whatfore.org" "tickled you to death" as we would say in the South. (And it calls my link "Whimsyism," hee hee.)
If you remember, YPR are the folks who brought us Middle East GawkerLindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074021913760091642004-01-13T14:25:00.000-05:002004-01-13T14:27:03.966-05:00I'm staying with a friend in the Village while awaiting the start of my sublet next week, and I actually considered walking around for a while looking for Spalding Gray. I really hope he's okay. :(Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074018872302913582004-01-13T13:34:00.000-05:002004-01-13T13:36:22.326-05:00"A lot of people think a lot of things about Hawaii"
Average Joe II: Hawaii thoughts:
*This show is a hoax. The producers never had any expectation or intention of Larissa choosing one of the "average" guys. This show is all about making fun of these men. While I'm certainly up to the task and do so with relish every episode, it's starting to feel weird. I think I'm starting to feel truly sorry Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074017836053893362004-01-13T13:17:00.000-05:002004-01-13T13:19:06.310-05:00Dude, yesterday I got my first swag. Someone sent me their band's cd (by messenger, no less) and enclosed the latest issues of Star, US Weekly, and The National Enquirer. I would like to hold this person up as an example of an outstanding Lindsayism.com reader. (Something tells me I'm really going to like his cd, hahaha.)Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1074017542399315422004-01-13T13:12:00.000-05:002004-01-13T13:14:12.716-05:00An Interview With Claire Zulkey (Thanks for the plug!)
Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1073951106308286792004-01-12T18:45:00.000-05:002004-01-12T18:45:27.010-05:00Britney's Guide To Semiconductor Basics Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1073930185152975062004-01-12T12:56:00.000-05:002004-01-12T12:56:45.636-05:00Whatevs links to pics of Kate Bosworth's nose job.
Okay, so I think I want that same nose job. I had no idea that making noses less "buttony" was even a thing! Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1073929102209466872004-01-12T12:38:00.000-05:002004-01-12T12:38:42.933-05:00I would just like to give a huge shout-out and thank you to Miss Darci Ratliff, editrix of Kittenpants, for orchestrating the events leading up to me getting the World's Awesomest Sublet starting in February. I'll be living alone for the first time ever, and I can't wait. (Darci, I hope you like firstborn children, 'cause you're getting mine!) Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1073927927761917802004-01-12T12:18:00.000-05:002004-01-12T12:19:33.230-05:00Can I just say that I miss my old site like crazy? The only thing standing between us is a Dreamweaver cd in my old apartment that I'm not allowed to go in until the insurance people are done surveying it. GRRRRRRR.
I'm always bad about linking to the sites that I regularly read, but here are some off the top of my head that I would be permanently linking to on the real site right now if I couldLindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1073926074907587922004-01-12T11:47:00.000-05:002004-01-12T11:50:17.330-05:00 3 Links I Just Shamelessly Yoinked From The Wicked:
*Hilarious new "Don'ts" at Viceland
*Elefant will be on Last Call With "Massive Tool" on Wednesday
*Top Ten Reasons To Keep Drinking
Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1073925407464120932004-01-12T11:36:00.000-05:002004-01-12T11:37:08.200-05:00I Will Now Proceed To Describe A New Yorker Cartoon That Was Particularly Funny This Week:
Noah's ark: A guy says to Noah: "Bad news: the unicorns are gay."
Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1073924350010146482004-01-12T11:19:00.000-05:002004-01-12T11:19:30.993-05:00It seems CBS News will be covering this week's trivia night at Pete's Candy Store. Wednesday, 7:30 - 9:30. Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1073922844817534062004-01-12T10:54:00.000-05:002004-01-12T11:01:06.070-05:00A New Upscale Club Is Opening Up Exclusively For Assholes
Ummmmmm (Leona Helmsley, is that you?)Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1073683738770729582004-01-09T16:28:00.000-05:002004-01-09T16:29:18.996-05:00Have you ever tried (successfully or not) to give yourself a nickname? If so, tell me about it (lindsay@lindsayism.com) (Don't worry, my stories are so embarrassing yours will pale in comparison. Take that as a comfort, or as a dare.)Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1073683445518618492004-01-09T16:24:00.000-05:002004-01-09T16:24:25.780-05:00Dude, I so have a delivery number for special brownies now. (If you aren't already, now is the time to be friends with me.)Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1073683360029852122004-01-09T16:22:00.000-05:002004-01-09T16:25:18.843-05:00Buddyhead has updated their gossip page. (found out from tale of two cities)
Lots of band gossip, many bands I admit I've never heard of. And then, in the middle, with no explanation, this:
David Spade text messages while pissing in urinals.
(I guess no explanation is necessary, the story tells itself. Ew, though.)Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1073676169177019312004-01-09T14:22:00.000-05:002004-01-09T14:28:31.056-05:00Phrase: "Hair-pretty"
Adjective, Describes person who is good-looking only because they have great hair. Sentence: "I'm not worried about that Interpol groupie throwing herself at my bf; he knows she's only hair-pretty."
Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1073672821608736952004-01-09T13:27:00.000-05:002004-01-09T13:27:21.823-05:00The Information are playing Vicious at Sin-e on Tuesday, January 20.
Before there was The Information, Max recorded under the name Holy Roman Empire (for a very short period). The site is now abandoned, but I have to link to Max's cover of Billy Joel's "Pressure" This is the first time anyone's really heard it. I think it's fantastic. Enjoy! Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1073670203092580432004-01-09T12:43:00.000-05:002004-01-09T12:43:43.140-05:00Stereogum weighs in on that godawful Trump show, The Apprentice, that debuted last night. It couldn't have sucked more, of course.
However, my friend and viewing partner Eric came up with a brilliant plan: Me and some girlfriends could clean up selling lemonade in Rock center. All we need is a couple of official-looking dudes with video cameras to follow us around. People will buy anything if Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1073669192784018572004-01-09T12:26:00.000-05:002004-01-09T12:26:52.993-05:00Technical Note: The real Lindsayism.com site should be up-ish soon (like Monday). Turns out my computer is fine. Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1073668431787428642004-01-09T12:13:00.000-05:002004-01-09T12:24:17.903-05:00Today's the day to Order Claire Zulkey's debut book, Girls! Girls! Girls!
The Incredible Zulk also has an interview with columnist Joel Stein on her site today.Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1073667434231351102004-01-09T11:57:00.000-05:002004-01-09T11:57:34.720-05:00FOUND Magazine is touring all 50 states in 2004! Here are the east coast dates (kinda strange NYC venues, and by "strange" I mean "ordinary." They might want to rethink KGB. That place is so tiny I could probably sell out a reading there based on guilt trips alone.)
april 26, 2004 -- portland, me ยป casco bay books, 8 pm, 151 middle street, 207.541.3842
april 27, 2004 -- boston, ma (harvard sq.Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1073584663273721702004-01-08T12:57:00.000-05:002004-01-08T12:58:03.500-05:00I've decided that my favorite scene in any movie is that part in Wet Hot American Summer when Paul Rudd says "I'd give anything for two minutes in the closet with Lindsay." (Incidentally, there are WAY too many people out there who have yet to see that movie. It's only the best comedy of the past five years!) Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1073583316553884292004-01-08T12:35:00.000-05:002004-01-08T12:35:36.390-05:00You know when you were a kid and something happened like you broke your arm or your cat had kittens or something, and at first you were like "I love all this attention!" and then as time wore on you kind of got tired of telling the story, like "enough about the f**king kittens already!"? Well, I'm starting to get that way about the fire. The sweet emails are wonderful, don't get me wrong, I love Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1073582487984040532004-01-08T12:21:00.000-05:002004-01-08T12:21:47.963-05:00Oh Yeah, New Year's Pictures
My boyfriend's band The Information and friends hosted a party at Boston's Buckminster Hotel for New Year's. Pretty much all the good Boston bands represented. I don't remember anything after 2 a.m., but luckily, everyone has shown me their impression of me from that night. Apparently I was having trouble remembering what words mean. Boston band photographer Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1073579075005434032004-01-08T11:24:00.000-05:002004-01-08T11:24:54.850-05:00Highdea (I'm so sad without my little graphic!):
My bf got an email from his Colombian aunt the other day, but couldn't read it because he doesn't speak Spanish. So he ran it through Babelfish and it came out sounding funny. That gave me an idea: Babelfish Pals. Like pen pals, but you don't speak the same language and you communicate through Babelfish and put the full text of your correspondence Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1073571348952242752004-01-08T09:15:00.000-05:002004-01-08T09:16:08.886-05:00Tomorrow Night: The Black Table's First Anniversary Party I'm excited. If it's anything like the 6 month anniversary party, it should be a blast. Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1073570992139604082004-01-08T09:09:00.000-05:002004-01-08T09:10:12.156-05:00Upcoming Comedy Events
Monday, January 12, Luna Lounge, 8:30 pm:
Confessing It: An Evening of Comic Testimonials
Featuring Jonathan Ames, Mark Maron, and others.
(I saw this a couple years ago and it was really funny, though, since Ames and Maron performed at that one, too, I wonder if they'll confess the same things or new things. Maron's was super-shocking last time.)
Info at the Eating It Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1073504828465871702004-01-07T14:47:00.000-05:002004-01-07T14:47:27.943-05:00Listen to this voice mail message Ryan Adams left for a journalist who reviewed his show. (via ultragrrrl) Excerpt:
"You just don't belong anymore. You're probably old and you should probably just retire."
I found the content of this message to be really sincere and true, not whiny at all. And I found listening to this message to be so voyeuristically (audeuristically?) delightful that I proposeLindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1073503955624530422004-01-07T14:32:00.000-05:002004-01-07T14:32:55.250-05:00Hey, go see my friend Whitney Pastorek at the Happy Ending Reading Series tonight. Whit's doing the music. Some guy named Stephen Glass is reading. (presumably fiction, haha.) I'm the queen of obvious jokes.Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1073497793722990982004-01-07T12:49:00.000-05:002004-01-07T12:50:13.126-05:00Completely random opinions gathering up in my head over these few un-blogging weeks:
*Finally read "Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs" by Chuck Klosterman (in one sitting!), and absolutely loved it. I'm dying to know the "correct" answers to the 3 Questions He Asks Everyone He Meets In Order To Determine Whether He Can Love Them. (Ultragrrrl,can you get on that?)
*Britney Spears and Jason Alexander (theLindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1072130716454262132004-01-07T11:14:00.000-05:002004-01-07T11:17:17.603-05:00Top Ten Moments of 2003
First, I must say that 2003 has been the best year of my life so far. Yay. Here's the list:
1. March 31, 2003, Cambridge, MA, Charlie's Kitchen: The first-ever Information show.
On this day I had the rush of seeing my favorite human being have his best moment ever. I stood on a chair in my new red specially-made "My Other Boyfriend Is A Stroke" tshirt, camera in hand, andLindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1073489807366704982004-01-07T10:36:00.000-05:002004-01-07T10:37:06.900-05:00Okay, so I'm back, but things are weird. While I was helping The Information and friends trash their first hotel suite at their fantastic New Year's Eve party in Boston, my apartment in New York was burning up. Luckily, nobody was hurt and I have plenty of places to stay (thanks, friends!) but it might be a while before I can have this site in its rightful place again, since it was on my computerLindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1072714816311758682003-12-29T11:16:00.000-05:002003-12-29T11:20:33.523-05:00Yesterday I was driving with my ten-year-old sister. We had a little "moment" and I said "If I was ten years old, you would be my very best friend." My sister said "Yeah!" Then, she paused for a second, and said:
"Well, Lindsay, I've seen pictures, and, well, um, you were....sort of...a nerd. I mean, you had those big glasses and everything...wait, how old were you when you got contacts?"
Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1072713928349204192003-12-29T11:00:00.000-05:002003-12-29T11:09:12.126-05:00My friend Eric O. was cut off on the West Side Highway last week, and being the investigative reporter/crazy stalker that he is, was able to find the email address of the perpetrator. I think his email is self-explanatory:
"Hey Phil! I wanted to let you know that you recently cut me off on the West
Side Highway! I know you're used to cutting things off, but this was a
little too close for my Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1072713506503504672003-12-29T10:55:00.000-05:002003-12-29T10:58:43.163-05:00This new McSweeney's book looks hilarious (thanks to Flak's Eric W. for the link.)Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1072660170175183122003-12-28T19:49:00.000-05:002003-12-28T20:15:35.970-05:00A Unique Post About Kid's Movies and Books, and Then Some Gossip
My ten year old sister and I just rented "Freaky Friday" (2003). Bands that were mentioned in this movie:
The Hives
The Vines ("anyone who digs The Vines can't be bad")
The White Stripes ("Do you like the White Stripes?" "Not really" "Me neither, I mean, get a bassist!")
The Yeah Yeah Yeahs
So, like, that was weird and surreal and Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1072633204604784252003-12-28T12:01:00.000-05:002003-12-28T13:01:53.800-05:00My Favorite Movies of 2003
1. Lost in Translation
BlahBlahBlah everyone's favorite you know why BlahBlahBlah. I cried.
2. Big Fish
Okay, how do I say this without getting killed? Hmmm, let's see. While I acknowledge that Tim Burton is a brilliant director, the Tim Burton aesthetic has never spoken to me personally. It must have something to do with my cheery sunshineyness versus his dark broodyLindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1072459706313641312003-12-26T12:18:00.000-05:002003-12-26T12:29:23.850-05:00"It seems that I'm seasoned to be/ In the season of the old me..."
Hello from Tallahassee. I hate Tallahassee. I went out last night to the makeshift high school reunion that is the only good bar open on Christmas (out of a possible two good bars in the city.) The first person I ran into from high school also lives in NYC! Weird. One thing I've noticed - every time I run into someone from high Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1072202442291943852003-12-23T13:00:00.000-05:002003-12-23T13:01:41.613-05:00Congratulations Elizabeth! Wow. Wow. Wow. (Added bonus: Now the whole world knows it's "Spy-ers".)Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1072124301910206412003-12-22T15:18:00.000-05:002003-12-22T15:23:27.296-05:00addendum to Best Albums of 2003 list: The Decemberists, The Rapture, Belle and Sebastian. Throw 'em somewhere in there. (And if you want to know the truth, the single song I listened to the most in 2003 was "I Am Trying To Break Your Heart" by Wilco.) Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1072121200023678382003-12-22T14:26:00.000-05:002003-12-22T14:26:55.370-05:00Wow, Max was just iming with a friend in L.A. when an earthquake hit. it's not on CNN yet. whoa! Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1072120490767311432003-12-22T14:14:00.000-05:002003-12-22T14:23:51.203-05:00I'm in Boston now. This is how I characterize the Boston social scene. (Note that I'm fully aware that my characterization says more about me than it does Boston, and that it's kinda awful):
"Sometimes really fun cool things happen in Boston. But nobody is watching."
(that said, anyone who knows of anything good going on in Boston tonight can aim me - lindsayism1. I have to have some fun before Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1072118909122558712003-12-22T13:48:00.000-05:002003-12-22T13:51:37.366-05:00(I certainly hope people are clicking on the link on the regular site and coming here because I saved all my "best of 2003" stuff for this week...)
A lone Highdea:
* BCC-Pals
I got this idea because there's a dude who accidentally writes to me all the time because my name is similar to the name of one of his friends and outlook fills it in (he wrote to me on purpose once, that's how I'm in there.Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1072115418045165672003-12-22T12:50:00.000-05:002003-12-22T15:30:40.540-05:00My Top Ten Albums of 2003
1. Radiohead: Hail To the Thief
You know that part in "2+2=5" where it builds and builds and then just goes crazy with all that gospel-hymn-climactic-chaos? Well, I can no longer listen to that on the subway, because I get chills and break into a huge smile at that part and people think I'm retarded. This album is sad, but hopeful.
2. Grandaddy: Sumday
I trust this bandLindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226657.post-1071871483363350562003-12-19T17:04:00.000-05:002003-12-19T17:06:49.583-05:00Hi. This is where I will be 'blogging during my Christmas vacation. I will be in Boston, Tallahassee, Boston again, and then finally back in my sweet sweet New York, just in time to hear about how fun New Year's Eve was without me. I'll probably be blogging a LOT while I'm gone to keep myself sane. (Oh, and if you came here from somewhere else, my normal 'blog is lindsayism.com)Lindsay Robertsonnoreply@blogger.com