BOO HOO

Nobody reads my blog, nobody comments, nobody thinks I have anything cool to say...blah blah go to hell....

Check this out though, it's a pillow for lonely ladies!Now they can sleep soundly in the comfort of a man's armpit. Sure, the pillow man doesn't smell like Old Spice and it doesn't grope you while you try to rest, but it's always there and it never talks back or has bad breath. What the picture doesn't show is the pillow's head. When you purchase it, you can choose between Ryan Seacrest, Charles Barkley or the Bounty Paper Towel guy. The latter comes complete with lifelike facial hair.

Do you think women will actually buy this thing? Maybe gay guys who long for the touch of a strong man might be a better target market. Some dudes might want to get one for their clingy gal even though I think jealousy might end up getting the best of them, "DAMN YOU, PILLOW MAN!"

a breath of fresh hair

The Hives are the shit. I just mined the depths of youtube hoping for a taste of their new album. My appetite was further whetted with newer footage of some unknown songs they've been playing in Europe lately. Needless to say, i was as stoked as a hormone-dripping teenybopper catching the eye of Donnie Wahlberg at a late 1980s NKOTB concert extravaganza. The first clip I found was a sublime seven-song medley covering the likes of the Hellacopters, Saul Williams, Outkast, Three 6 Mafia and the White Stripes that culminated with the band's impassioned version of their own 'hate to say I told you so.' It was super cool. The next clip I found was a song I hadn't heard before and, judging by the band's outfits, it was indeed a newer composition. The song was in the vein of some others off their last album--influenced by 1960s pop and punctuated with drum breaks and happy, danceable choruses. If this is any indication of the new album, it is a likely possibility that I will be the happiest of campers. Also, I found an older clip of the band playing a festival in Germany in 2003. The song could've been an old girl-group or doo-wop cover but, upon further investigation, it's a newer song by a band called the Compulsive Gamblers. They're a group from Memphis who clearly owe something to the super-fun-jubilant-melancholy bands of the past. I don't want to get my hopes up, because they've been dashed before on occasions like this, but HOLY SHIT i can't wait for the Hives' new album.