Dec 18, 2006


Okay, I'm half-joking about this and half-not.

How would one cite Lindsay Lohan's Blackberry Message in a paper or article?

Are there even MLA/AMA rules for Blackberry Tributes/Eulogies?

I ask because I'm considering writing a Lohan-related article to kinda "pitch" myself for freelance work, like for magazines and whatnot. I mean, I write about her enough here, so why not? Plus, the only relevant stuff I've written for this "type" of "work" was working for the daily paper back in high school and I always got assigned the boring crap articles. So I kinda have to write an article on spec, I guess, and be all "look what I can do!"

Elsewhere on teh interwebs, I've been joking about it like this:
"making a fearless and searching inventory of myself (12st book)*"

*[Lohan, Lindsay. "BE ADEQUITE!" Blackberry Eulogy, mixed media on Blackberry. November 2006].

But that almost seems like a proper citation, right?

Can I make the rule that "BE ADEQUITE!" is its "official" Academic title? I also like how I sorta cited it like an art project, but if someone can think of something better, let me know.


Look. I know that Time has named the collective "You" the person of the year.

But really, it's "me you" NOT "you you."

I'm sorry.

You may ask yourself, but "huntergrayson, you've never posted a video on YouTube, why are you more deserving of this title than I, with my awesome 'look at my kitty doing cute things for 90 minutes?' video that shall make De Sica himself weep with envy?"

[special inside joke/aside: "That wasn't fantasy so much as feline neo-realism." ]

Well, because everything I've ever made or done or put out on teh interwebs is a work of genius. It's Just. That. Simple.

Also, Lindsay Lohan and Al Gore and I traveled back in time when we were hopped up on Strawberry NesQuik and invented the internet, which made this whole thing and "person of the year" thing possible.

Oh and then Al actually caused global warming so he could release a blockbuster film later on.

True story. The end.

Dec 16, 2006



A requiem in three parts:

  • While filming License to Wed earlier this year in a certain building belonging to a certain BFF, Robin Williams is milling about downtown. Besides the two of us starting the only interesting (i.e. completely false) rumor ever to exist about Mandy Moore, I stumble into this hilarious idea, which I consistently joke about with aforementioned BFF: "Hey, since the only time Robin Williams was agreed to be super funny was the 70s - which was when he was really coked out - wouldn't it be absolutely hysterically awesome if we invite him back to your place to drink and do some lines? Yeah, I don't know where we're going to get blow, but come on, it would be so funny! And then he could be awesome in the movie and be funny again! I mean, he'd have to go back to rehab after filming, but we'd be doing the world a favor by making Robin Williams funny!" Uh. Prophecy Much?
  • I was watching bits and pieces of On Her Majesty's Secret Service the other day and kept thinking how sorta hot George Lazenby was. Then I remembered that Lazenby was Australian, and mused on how based on the experiences of me and selected friends, they tend to be both (a)pretty hot, as a people. And (b)absolutely awesome in bed. [whereas the Brits have the cute accents but couldn't shag to save their lives. This is probably why Fleming actually wrote Bond as a Scot]. I was thinking how nice and hot it would be to, well, BAD PUN AHEAD, "go down under." Lo and behold, later that night? Exactly that scenario happens!

  • Less conclusive is the fact that Miss Kay Rose (aforementioned BFF) bought me an much-needed umbrella the other day when it was raining and now I'm going to see her again and it's raining again. But still. COINCIDENCE?.....or evil?

Superduper irony alert:I love how my very first post was slagging Broadway Bar and now I'm looking for a place downtown preferably within walking distance of it, Miss Rose and Miss Magnolia. Bizarre to the max. Massive hugs to the cool bartenders who enable us so. Just, uh, try to get a pair of indie rock glasses, J. Miss Rose would like it so. And by "her," I mean "me." And by "a pair of indie rock glasses," I mean, "assless chaps." Doesn't everyone?