Watch This Little Girl Rock Out

I love the look in her eye. It screams "You're a failure that you can't do this. A poor useless failure!" Seriously, its borderline creepy halfway through when she starts hypontize with her super-talent eyes. That rhymes. At the 2:28 mark, girl gets all out feisty.

Lock Up Your Wives!

Why Are We Still Singing About Da Club?

Every decade has it's call to action music. Music indicative of what the hell was going on. So why are they still writing songs about the club? Flor Rida just dropped his new single The Club Can't Handle Me. Hello! We're in a recession. Every state has its own oil spill. Mel Gibson has lost his mind and not one song out there is saying "shit's gotta stop". No, it's some jack ass singing "I'm poppin bottles in the club with Paris Hilton" in auto-tune. This isn't getting old yet? I'm going to chalk it up to the fact that 2010 isn't over. Maybe in 2011 a songwriter will mention war or something else that needs to come to an end...like Miley Cyrus movies.

Easy Peasy

Put A Stamp On It

I just renewed my passport and I can hardly bare to open it. Every passport has the standard three first pages of legal travel jargon. After that you typically find a booklet of various boxes inviting stamps from all over the world. Not the new ones. Your next passport is going to be a smattering of images of romanticized America. Just to name a few; bald eagles looking off in the distance, railroad trains from the 20's, Mount Rushmore and (my personal favorite) a bear wrestling a fish next to a totem pole. This is essentially what happens when the USA gives your passport a tongue bath. Where are the images of people collecting unemployment checks, meth lab trailers darting a country landscape and oil sludge covered ocean water? You know, American stuff.

Double Rainbow and Triple Crazy

Everyone knows you should be with a group of friends when you do shrooms on a camping trip so this video is testament to how you shouldn't fly without a copilot.

Have you ever laughed hysterically while someone was crying? Here's your chance...

I Bit The Bullet and Bought An Air Conditioner So I Could Fight This Mother Fucker Who's Currently Blowing Through NYC

I'm not a fan of the ugly loud box you stick in your window and have managed to get by for quite some time without one but alas, in this current heatwave, I don't have much of a choice. After two sleepless nights laying next to a fan that was blowing hot air on me, I have finally bought an ac unit. You can now welcome me to the 21st century.

The Year Of Living Dirty

Actually, its been every year since the beginning of time but this is the year where almost every man in a position of power was caught with their pants down. I'm on the fence with regards to Al Gore and the masseuse. She sold her story to The Enquirer which is a little suspect. However, any man paying over $500 to have a rubdown in a hotel room probably has some pretty high expectations.

Other countries must think us Americans are pretty silly. A majority of the planet view cheating as the spice of life; a politician that doesn't cheat lacks passion and therefore is not an ideal leader. The Chinese apparently think that cheating politicians are demons with fire in their eyes...literally. Check out the video above.

Cerebral Tease

Sofia Coppola is back at it again. After flack for Marie Antoinette (misunderstood) she returns to old form with another coming-into-ones-own film on par with Lost In Translation. I'm loving this trailer for a couple reasons. Stephen Dorff is apparently getting a comeback and "I'll Try Anything Once" performed in the background---Julian Casablancas lives on.

I've always been a fan of the no-dialogue trailer. Little Children won a Golden Trailer award for this very reason. I'm sure you've seen the opposite..."let's tell the whole damn story for the audience so they don't have to go to the movie to figure it out for themselves" trailers. I'm a trailer junkie so you need to trust me on this...LESS Information, MORE Audience!

Too Old To Wear A Onesie

I celebrated my birthday last week. I am, well...one year older than I was last year. I usually have some kind of physical reaction the week of my birthday but this time around, it sailed past with nary a sign of its existence other than a big party followed by dinner with my closest friends and then another big party. How can you pout about getting old when your birthday was so awesome, right?

While shopping the other day I used the words "I'm too old to wear that" to a very sweet sales attendant at an East Village boutique. She asked me to try on a romper. Rompers have always looked like a diaper sewn to your t-shirt but the new silk ones are pretty cute and if you had legs like mine, you'd wear one too. I digress, because the point of the story is...it doesn't matter how good you look in a romper, if you're my age, you shouldn't be wearing one. Of course the attendant said "Too old? What are you talking about? That's like stupid." Some people think I look younger then I actually am. I wasn't about to tell this 16 year old she's trying to put a diaper on someone who's old enough to be her...older sister.

So, onwards and upwards I say. I have chosen to embrace my age (that doesn't mean I have to share it with you) and enjoy what little time we have on this planet. I'll be doing that in appropriate attire.