| Hey! You, on the Internet!
Why haven't you heard about Jacqueline Epcar yet, huh? She's going to explode onto the music scene soon, and you're dicking around with your current playlist?
"Oh, LJonesVC's Xanga," you may say, "but she doesn't have an album out yet..."
Bollocks! All I'm hearing is "Oh, I'm not cool enough yet!" and other such blaggery. You are cool enough now. By the power vested in me by the unregulated Internet, compounded with anonymity (resulting in my complete douchebaggery), I declare your worthiness to click that damn link already jackass.
Okay seriously now. If you've ever enjoyed just one song by Fiona Apple, or Regina Spektor's earliest work, or Norah Jones, you have to check out this new person. She's in negotiations right now from her "bajillion offers" to cut an album, so I think you should get on board before the bandwagon gets too full of stupid mouthbreathers whose only criticism will be "Show us tits or GTFO!". Her voice is fantastic and unexpected.
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| This music video is the best tribute to Mikhail Gorbachev I have ever seen.
It is also the only tribute to Mikhail Gorbachev I have ever seen.
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| Something is terrifically wrong with me.
I spent more time than I should have, laughing my stupid ass off, at this YouTube video.
Seriously, I was crying from the laughter, all the while hating myself so, so very much.
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| Fishtown is kind of a sketchy area of north Philadelphia, it seems. Some kid on an ATV blazed past traffic, in the wrong lane. Five minutes later, a police squad vehicle, lights ablaze, came down the street the same way.
The callback was a cold reading for the character Sloane in the play Entertaining Mr. Sloane. I've never heard of it before, and I was surprised to learn that I was reading for the title character. That seemed pretty cool.
I did a mediocre job, I think. I hope the director there seemed to take notice at how I could take direction. I hope I took direction well.
It didn't suck, it wasn't spectacular, but I had fun. I got to play! Yay!
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| Aw damn, George Carlin. What the Hell is it with you being dead?
I hope God gave you a high five. Or, I suppose, you could've kicked him. That would also be okay.
And may we never forget that you were on "Shining Time Station."
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