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I like the word "motherfuck" as a verb. Yanno, like "motherfuck Uncle Sam." Egad, I didn't realize that was a Rage Against the Machine lyric until I searched for it just now. I never listened to them except what I heard on the radio. Nevertheless, I dig the term. I want to start using it at work.

"Chris, here's the page proofs for the McGillicuddy. I need them back yesterday."

"Motherfuck McGillicuddy."

Have y'all heard about The Grey Album? Kinda interesting. I downloaded it last week after reading about it from recrea33, who posted the following description--I'm not sure where it originally comes from.

"DJ Danger Mouse created a remix of Jay-Z's the Black Album and the Beatles White Album, and called it the Grey Album. Jay-Z's record label, Roc-A-Fella, released an a capella version of his Black Album specifically to encourage remixes like this one. But despite praise from music fans and major media outlets like Rolling Stone ("an ingenious hip-hop record that sounds oddly ahead of its time") and the Boston Globe (which called it the "most creatively captivating" album of the year), EMI has sent cease and desist letters demanding that stores destroy their copies of the album and websites remove them from their site. EMI claims copyright control of the Beatles 1968 White Album.

Danger Mouse’s album is one of the most "respectful" and undeniably positive examples of sampling; it honors both the Beatles and Jay-Z. Yet the lawyers and bureaucrats at EMI have shown zero flexibility and not a glimmer of interest in the artistic significance of this work. And without a clearly defined right to sample (e.g. compulsory licensing), the five major record labels will continue to use copyright in a reactionary and narrowly self-interested manner that limits and erodes creativity. Their actions are also self-defeating: good new music is being created that people want to buy, but the major labels are so obsessed with hoarding their copyrights that they are literally turning customers away."

For some reason I watched the Oscars last night even though I'd seen exactly one nominated movie: Capturing the Friedmans. Peter Jackson reminds me so much of George Light, one of my professors from college. Big ol' belly, kinda unkempt, etc. I still so hope that people will go check out Jackson's earlier work Dead Alive and Meet the Feebles.

Shocking revelation here: I've seen none of the Lord of the Rings movies. And I never read any Tolkien. Does that make me insanely cool or culturally ignorant to the max?

Other stuff I've never seen, except for small bits and pieces in some cases:

• any James Bond flicks


• Gone with the Wind


• Casablanca


• any of The Godfather trilogy


• about a million other movies that everyone's seen

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Fifty-two degrees feels pretty good on March 1 in New England. I'd like to fling off all my clothes and run around outside with my wangdoodle flappin' in the cool, cool breeze. But it tends to make people around here a little nervous. Goddamn Puritans.

On the advice of dangerpest, I'd like to solicit suggestions for movies to add to my Netflix queue. Gimme some funky shit, people. What movies do I need to see? I've already seen Julien Donkey-Boy, so what else is there?

Mary just said that she and her family used to call her father's gold Cadillac "The Golden Pimpmobile." Coming from a woman who didn't know why I laughed when she mentioned growing grass in her windowbox, this was pretty funny.