Bikini Bar no more
Bikini Bar no more
Behold: Star Wars makes Star Trek its little bitch.
Listening to the new Green Day album, 21st Century Breakdown. A fun listen. But that might be more a criticism than a compliment when it comes to the band behind Kerplunk and Dookie. It’s really quite sanitized, and highly produced, and too pretty/perfect. Very enjoyable, but it seems to have no more lasting impression on my brain than caffeine free diet Coke (which, by the way, tastes like death).
By comparison, have a listen to the upcoming Cobra Starship/Leighton Meester track “Good Girls Go Bad” and stand it next to almost anything on the Green Day album (when the GD record comes out next week). The music from both bands—while different—has that same how-can-I-object? infectious cleanness, that paint-by-numbers hit-maker quality. But hey, both Cobra and Green Day have churned out some enjoyable music—music that I enjoy—so who am I to protest?
…but I’ve never been more disappointed in Barack Obama than I was when I learned he orders his burgers medium well. Slather on all the elitist, terror-loving mustard you want, but keep a little pink juicy goodness, Mr. President, rather than that abomination of a charred hockey puck you’re content to shovel into your mouth.
…at this morning’s meeting did not go over well. Apparently it’s in poor taste to write about getting survival tips from movies about massive outbreaks of disease like “28 Days Later” and “I am Legend.” Lame.
John Murtha’s posh, passenger-less airport.
Amount of federal cash received: approx. $200 million
Flights per day: 3 (all to Washington, D.C.)
Approx. number of passengers per day: 20
Amount of stimulus cash received: $800,000
Taxpayer subsidies per plane ticket: $100/or half