<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848</id><updated>2011-08-16T23:07:41.453-04:00</updated><category term='sxsw vacation'/><category term='dance shows'/><category term='good stuff'/><category term='i disagree'/><category term='disco'/><category term='live'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='public love'/><category term='movies'/><category term='hall of fame'/><category term='bad videos'/><category term='music'/><category term='not disco'/><category term='tv'/><category term='playlists'/><category term='bad music'/><category term='wtf'/><category term='70s;'/><category term='skateboarding'/><title type='text'>THE SLOP SINK</title><subtitle type='html'>It's Electric- Boogie Woogie Woogie</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>307</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-3901341770515595612</id><published>2010-05-08T07:40:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T08:30:49.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats Not Entertainment</title><summary type='text'>Its fucking nightmarish.  On a couple of levels.  All of which you are lucky enough to read me discuss. Dont say i never gave you anything.  Ok. First, some advice.  Just SHAKE it off. Go for a walk, drink a gallon of gin, do push ups... do whatever it is you need to do to allow you to  eternal sunshine of the spotless mind this shit and wipe that look of horror off your face. Its just a song and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/3901341770515595612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/3901341770515595612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2010/05/thats-not-entertainment.html' title='Thats Not Entertainment'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-5843289314265991162</id><published>2009-12-17T20:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:42:38.672-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad music'/><title type='text'>You might want to sit down</title><summary type='text'>Wow.  Just wow. Good going Melbourne.  You must be so proud. That dude in the leather jacket at the end sure is.   Let us remember a time when THIS was the worst rap to stab our ears and eyes.  A happier time. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/5843289314265991162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/5843289314265991162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-might-want-to-sit-down.html' title='You might want to sit down'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-8110621859063503802</id><published>2009-10-22T17:49:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:42:51.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music!</title><summary type='text'>Not here tho.Ive decided to compartmentalize a bit.From now on, music is at www.discodate.blogspot.com  or    here for the ultra lazy like me.Crap like this will continue to live here, amongst the other flotsam. "Where do i start" is right.   That grease is disgusting and those singing hamburgers with the lipstick are sluts.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/8110621859063503802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/8110621859063503802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/10/music.html' title='Music!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-6114103118031918190</id><published>2009-09-21T10:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T10:52:43.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Im not one to nit pic...</title><summary type='text'>A part of me feels bad doing this. I mean, here we have Cheri. An 80s band who, despite some serious quality work, never really made it.  I mean, i assume there are people (like me) who think they were just tops, but that doesnt really pay rent now does it. Anyway, this was my introduction to Cheri.  And boy did I squeal when i got this for 50cents. In fact, i think i liked it so much that i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/6114103118031918190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/6114103118031918190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/09/now-im-not-one-to-nit-pic.html' title='Now Im not one to nit pic...'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-7390951692488624254</id><published>2009-08-06T13:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:27:39.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strange Case of Alice Cooper</title><summary type='text'>This is why i dont go to concerts often.  What is the chance im gonna see a GIGANTIC BOTTLE OF TEQUILA dancing on the stage? WITH A HAT!? A cyclops with a headlight for an eye?  Costumes w a codpiece? (ugh dont mention lady caca here).... Zero chance. And Im an optimist.  Here's part one.  From the record written in the mental institution.  I cant say i really love this record, but, man, could he</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7390951692488624254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7390951692488624254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/08/strange-case-of-alice-cooper.html' title='The Strange Case of Alice Cooper'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-1655771568465748082</id><published>2009-08-06T11:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:49:40.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubles!</title><summary type='text'>Family of Eve: I wanna be loved by youhttp://www.divshare.com/download/8105069-9eaFamily of Eve: Having it so bad for youhttp://www.divshare.com/download/8105070-775Bernard Estardy: Autoscopiehttp://www.divshare.com/download/8105170-8d6Bernard Estardy: Ala Mia Thrahttp://www.divshare.com/download/8105175-074Yellow Magic Orchestra: 1000 Knives Live (and really &amp;@#*(&amp;(@# good)http://</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/1655771568465748082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/1655771568465748082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/08/doubles.html' title='Doubles!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/Snr7fMCYeDI/AAAAAAAAATY/FBpJU57N7UQ/s72-c/bottle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-6878976444916734599</id><published>2009-08-03T12:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:23:49.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Goodbar</title><summary type='text'>DAMN! Tits been a while, huh? Lol sorry, got myself a life. Not really a fantastic one, but one that keeps me busy.Ok im lying.  But the good thing about neglect is that it allows you to amass a whole lotta lovin while you're off doing whatever, which is amplified by the guilt you feel upon your return!So here's the better songs from the insanely overpriced Looking for Mr Goodbar cd. Donna Summer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/6878976444916734599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/6878976444916734599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/08/mr-goodbar.html' title='Mr Goodbar'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/SncO-ndD33I/AAAAAAAAATQ/CCd5A0oOfzQ/s72-c/Dianegoodbar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-6932580994817059639</id><published>2009-06-22T10:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:49:12.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>terrible terrible commercial w too much fog.</title><summary type='text'>Its a rocket launcher alright.  :14 in you're launched into what i would have to say is THE WORST commercial i have ever seen.  If i were to count the things "wrong" with those mere :15 seconds, i BET i could find 1 awful thing per second. That face when he says "Oh no". His flying thru that fake ass universe on his keyboard.  That triple turn. All that wind in his curly frizzy hair. That fog.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/6932580994817059639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/6932580994817059639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/06/terrible-terrible-commercial.html' title='terrible terrible commercial w too much fog.'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-7131865660223676109</id><published>2009-06-13T10:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T11:12:00.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Total and complete shit records.</title><summary type='text'>I cant even think of an introductory sentence for what is to follow.  I will warn you: get a bucket handy.Sigh.  Hearing this piece of garbage drags me right back to my childhood.  Shuddering in horror at how, my led zep and patty smith and talkin heads loving mom not only HAD this record, but would listen to it. A lot. Ugh. Just listen to these lyrics. Kids dont understand romance, and quite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7131865660223676109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7131865660223676109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/06/total-and-complete-shit-records.html' title='Total and complete shit records.'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-259464573482351276</id><published>2009-05-28T13:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:54:08.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the Saints, the Damned and the Monks</title><summary type='text'>For some ODD raisin, I feel like hearing this today. Lol, captain sensible on drums? There is a sequitur! The damned covered this (good too).And uh, YES, i know about the Monks. And this is the only song by them i like.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/259464573482351276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/259464573482351276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/05/saints-damned-and-monks.html' title='the Saints, the Damned and the Monks'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-7252606256802242006</id><published>2009-05-20T13:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:20:58.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont like Scott F*cking Walker</title><summary type='text'>I know, kinda a lot of vitriol huh? Oh ive got reasons. Actually one.  I just heard this.....thing.MY HEART! The sheer FUCKERY! WHAT IS THIS (besides the WORST version of one of the best songs ever written)?  I heard this and wanted to bash my head on my table.  My table is glass. I considered that factor and still wrestled with the idea for a bit.  And here i was, thinking I left Scott Walker </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7252606256802242006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7252606256802242006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-like-scott-fcking-walker.html' title='I dont like Scott F*cking Walker'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-5725557017185000887</id><published>2009-05-18T10:33:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:51:49.180-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>Spoonie Gee The Big Beat, the sex song with no sex in it</title><summary type='text'>So sorry, NOT the godfather cos i dont like that song.Anyway. How awesome is this? Once upon a time, little me used to religiously listen to hot 97s old school @ noon w/ Red Alert, and once in a while he'd drop this and well, i'd be one happy little suburban white girl. Mind you this was before the intronets, so at best i could guess who sang it, and/or ask people at stores who would inevitably </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/5725557017185000887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/5725557017185000887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/05/spoonie-gee-big-beat-sex-song-with-no.html' title='Spoonie Gee The Big Beat, the sex song with no sex in it'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-1851331139123915531</id><published>2009-05-14T23:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:48:53.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don Drummond Interestingness</title><summary type='text'>The Curious Case of Don DrummondFile this under WTF. Murderer? Insane? Victim? There isnt much up that i could find re: the Margarita murder, but this article kinda sums up the weirdness.  Someone needs to write a book on those 2.PS.  I personally find the Skatalites boooooring.  I even fell asleep on the floor once during a their concert. Swear. They were third up in a line of 4 bands and i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/1851331139123915531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/1851331139123915531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/05/don-drummond-interestingness.html' title='Don Drummond Interestingness'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-571710412383510279</id><published>2009-05-12T17:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T17:24:34.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Neil Diamond's Hello Again Special 1986</title><summary type='text'>And here I was, thinking Id seen the lowest of the low.  NOT SO.  This is really truly an awful awful dated piece of trash, albeit a highly entertaining one. As if we needed further proof that everything in the 80s was total crap...Part One! Of Five! CAN YOU HANDLE IT? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/571710412383510279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/571710412383510279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/05/neil-diamonds-hello-again-special-1986.html' title='Neil Diamond&apos;s Hello Again Special 1986'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-5383251806752051611</id><published>2009-04-18T15:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:42:41.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite thing ever, well almost.</title><summary type='text'>HI CUTIE!!!!Streetwise, I swear! So many quotables! WHY did it take so long for someone to post this masterpiece? As if JJ wasnt entertaining enough.... praise be.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/5383251806752051611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/5383251806752051611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-favorite-thing-ever-well-almost.html' title='My favorite thing ever, well almost.'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-7691001481179931430</id><published>2009-04-01T08:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:57:15.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What The World Needs Now</title><summary type='text'>You know what? I dunno what the world needs now.  I know what I need: I gigantic glass of something to erase this atrocity from my brain.The Damned: Alone Again OrIts a good thing i have a strong stomach (and perhaps am some kind of cultural masochist) b/c this really REALLY hurts. Im only writing this now to make sure i keep my hands occupied, lest i take a knife and gauge my ears and eyes out. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7691001481179931430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7691001481179931430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-world-needs-now.html' title='What The World Needs Now'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-3054945484824986163</id><published>2009-03-25T10:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:12:59.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why should my facebook friends have all the fun?</title><summary type='text'>Heres a bunch of english sad shit from the 90s i used to like and still kinda do but not really as much (except for lush who i still really like a whole bunch).Yes, there ARE two Gene songs on there. Remember that band? People really hated them; called em a 2nd rate smiths.  NOT MOI. I loved em.  Enough to suffer through a date with a moron to see them at the Slimelight. Before you bitch, I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/3054945484824986163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/3054945484824986163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-should-my-facebook-friends-have-all.html' title='Why should my facebook friends have all the fun?'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-8273617502704047207</id><published>2009-03-23T11:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:00:31.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What began in earnest as a tape for tim...</title><summary type='text'>kinda became something else entirely. Lets call it a cd for tim that wont make me irritated while listening to it. It was supposed to be a girl groups thing but eh, i cant be bound by such rules. Instead its like, steam of consciousness stuff. My stream as inspired by him. Not yours. Clean Sheetz- Strictly CoversAs best as this podunk memory serves me: (a) cardigans (carnival)/modettes(white mice</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/8273617502704047207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/8273617502704047207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-began-in-earnest-as-tape-for-tim.html' title='What began in earnest as a tape for tim...'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-8466415736620436578</id><published>2009-03-22T19:22:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:09:21.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goody Goody Good God                   UPGRAYEDD!</title><summary type='text'>Sigh. I have been looking for this &amp;@#*&amp;(#@ song (still cant find it btw), but i finally found out who did it.  Its listed as GG, but it may or may not be Vince Montana (and/or his sextet). Whatever it is, its hot and i cant find it anywhere. Except on youtube, where it does me NO good.Made Me Hot When I Found It!Bonus! Another unfindable one!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/8466415736620436578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/8466415736620436578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/03/goody-goody-good-god.html' title='Goody Goody Good God                   UPGRAYEDD!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-1276173080104773024</id><published>2009-03-22T09:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T09:54:13.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>72 Alvin Toffler Future Shock Doc!</title><summary type='text'>Part I: Check out those masks! and watch this!70 something. Much better than the 300+ page book. Watch Orson narrate (and wonder how many gallons of wine he ingested?)So, was Toffler correct?  And, um, how screwed are we huh?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/1276173080104773024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/1276173080104773024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/03/72-alvin-toffler-future-shock-doc.html' title='72 Alvin Toffler Future Shock Doc!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-6294077237826930369</id><published>2009-03-19T13:18:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:56:36.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does anyone remember this piece of crap?</title><summary type='text'>Wow.  What once was, in my mind at least, a rather decent highlight of like 90s pop culture has now morphed into FURTHER PROOF that i had ZERO TASTE in highschool/the early part of college.Donovan Lietch and I forget the other dudes name singing the theme song to "thurstons alley" from High Octane, a show that was once on the tubes but has since been wiped off the face of the earth by some kinda </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/6294077237826930369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/6294077237826930369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/03/does-anyone-remember-this-piece-of-crap.html' title='Does anyone remember this piece of crap?'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-7269162988691065689</id><published>2009-03-17T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:52:56.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Music Gets a Writeup!</title><summary type='text'>http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/15/arts/music/15rubi.html?_r=3&amp;emc=eta1Neat Neat Neat, huh?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7269162988691065689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7269162988691065689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-music-gets-writeup.html' title='Good Music Gets a Writeup!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-5740604899138428830</id><published>2009-03-13T20:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:18:54.032-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Song! WHAT A SONG! 50 going for 60...</title><summary type='text'>Well, I never thought id see a day where an AUCTIONEER is in a song! A foreclosure love song! WOW! This WINS. WIN WIN WIN! Johnny Moore: Sold To the Highest Bidder"remember, its never a pleasure...to sell a broken home".  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/5740604899138428830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/5740604899138428830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-song-what-song-50-going-for-60.html' title='What a Song! WHAT A SONG! 50 going for 60...'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-2735926291598252655</id><published>2009-03-08T13:02:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:29:10.597-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Liquid Sky: This Is Why I Have So Few Friends</title><summary type='text'>Cos i make people watch trash like this. Liquid Sky: BAD MOVIE and, coincidentally, a bad raver store that used to be on Lafayette. I believe they also sold records downstairs that werent really much better than this mess.The only good part:The plot of this cinematic master piece of cacka is as follows:Shes from CT and her vagina vaporizes people she has sex with.  She may or may not be an alien.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/2735926291598252655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/2735926291598252655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/03/liquid-sky-this-is-why-i-have-so-few.html' title='Liquid Sky: This Is Why I Have So Few Friends'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-8769328789299433076</id><published>2009-03-02T15:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:51:44.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>le best!</title><summary type='text'>le really! le sincere! enjoi. http://www.divshare.com/playlist/500791-25a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/8769328789299433076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/8769328789299433076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/03/le-best.html' title='le best!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/SaxGy5IiWaI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZxeVFneHorU/s72-c/googirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-9098855458793031220</id><published>2009-03-01T08:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T08:58:06.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disco D!</title><summary type='text'>JUST when i think Sesame Street couldnt get any cooler.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/9098855458793031220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/9098855458793031220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/03/disco-d.html' title='Disco D!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-7938605459282883095</id><published>2009-02-27T14:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:18:17.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Same band, same song</title><summary type='text'>Ememba this song? I did. All of the sudden. Flash out of nowhere.  Never saw the video.  Its really a big technicolor piece of trash isnt it?Then I remembered wet my whistle.  And i looked them up and realized, Lo! they are the same band.These 2 songs sound exactly the same.  EXACTLY. Its no wonder my brain melted them together in some sort of 80s r&amp;b stew. Still semi sad b/c they will always be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7938605459282883095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7938605459282883095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/02/same-band-same-song.html' title='Same band, same song'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-702447722227978281</id><published>2009-02-25T18:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:25:15.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All The Way Live Count: 4</title><summary type='text'>Lets Play: How many times does Positive K tell her he is "all the way live"?  And what IS all the way live? How can one (not) be "100% live"?You know, I really like McLyte.  So much so that i will FORGET about that SHITEOUS Cappucino song.  really. That was seriously terrible.  Bonus too: She aged really well. Like really well.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/702447722227978281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/702447722227978281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/02/hip-hop-records-i-lost-and-no-longer.html' title='All The Way Live Count: 4'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-1867876134546354688</id><published>2009-02-25T10:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:33:54.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ill Save You The Trouble.</title><summary type='text'>Hold Me, by those hot Menudo dudes (when they were hot).You know you like it. I do. I spent a good chunk o childhood in Jamaica Queens, and well, Menudo was HUGE there. So huge.  I was into it.  Menudo on ABC (their variety show on Sat AM?) oh i was INTO IT.  This was during my Xuxa period too. And yet! Despite all this (and a columbian boyfriend for a bunch of years) i never learned much spanish</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/1867876134546354688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/1867876134546354688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/02/ill-save-you-trouble.html' title='Ill Save You The Trouble.'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-8778288033945771492</id><published>2009-02-23T17:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:00:51.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Late Valentines Day</title><summary type='text'>ALL (that is right ALL) of the Turkish Star Wars. With subtitles, even though its cool without them. No its not actually, this movie is really horrible. Take away the repeat shots of that egg and maybe this thing is, um, fifteen minutes? Try and make sense of the plot, i fucking DARE you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/8778288033945771492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/8778288033945771492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-late-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Late Valentines Day'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-7430881775580418374</id><published>2009-02-22T09:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T09:20:37.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Theres always room for Jello.</title><summary type='text'>A haiku in honor of side A of this record. A fine record.  An A+ record.  A cd the crackhead took, so im forced to run it via vinyl if i feel like a listen.   GIVE ME SIDE A OR GIVE ME DEATHAhem.Was this a good trade?Dance Craze for DK vinylBoys are so stupid.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7430881775580418374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7430881775580418374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/02/theres-always-room-for-jello.html' title='Theres always room for Jello.'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-4301009145834572055</id><published>2009-02-20T11:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T12:24:31.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah x 11 or 12</title><summary type='text'>The good war. Not that you deserve it (does anyone deserve this collection of greatness? I sure dont)...but aw. You are good enough. This took about 6 years to compile and recompile. Worth every minute. All live versions are better than originals. All studio versions? The live one sucked (except for gang of four b/c they never suck).XOXOhttp://www.divshare.com/playlist/492286-79c</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/4301009145834572055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/4301009145834572055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeah-x-11-or-12.html' title='Yeah x 11 or 12'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-976075313828192930</id><published>2009-02-20T00:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:55:09.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac &amp; Me: That McDonalds Movie</title><summary type='text'>Holy SH&amp;T this is horrible.  I am not sure what is worse: the dance off OR the alien rescue.  Its quite a Sophie's Choice huh?  Take your time deciding- Im gonna go hang myself. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/976075313828192930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/976075313828192930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-god-mac-me-mcdonalds-movie.html' title='Mac &amp; Me: That McDonalds Movie'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-8978331900964762781</id><published>2009-02-19T10:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:14:35.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From the brothers grimm school of childrens storytelling</title><summary type='text'>Tigers eat her at the end.  First of course. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/8978331900964762781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/8978331900964762781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/02/from-brothers-grimm-school-of-childrens.html' title='From the brothers grimm school of childrens storytelling'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-7071527396215011495</id><published>2009-02-17T11:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:15:28.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now THIS is a video</title><summary type='text'>Electric Feel by MGMT as performed by the Rock Fire ExplosionOOOH! OOH! How goddamn jealous am I that someone has the means and ability to do something like this! Its like my childhood come to life! As an 80s kid who loved arcades, this crap makes me WILD with happiness. Just the fact that this exists in some place somewhere is enough to make me happy for a couple of hours. Not sure who is my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7071527396215011495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7071527396215011495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/02/now-this-is-video.html' title='Now THIS is a video'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-601700717797131823</id><published>2009-02-15T15:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:12:15.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride the Mighty High</title><summary type='text'>Aw. I remember this song.  Im kinda sad that I forgot about it, but glad i remembered again. Unfortunately, i cant find that sucker ANYWHERE.  So here is Ike and Tina doing it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/601700717797131823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/601700717797131823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/02/mighty-clouds-of-joy.html' title='Ride the Mighty High'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-4815562676127311068</id><published>2009-02-14T09:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:51:51.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She died.</title><summary type='text'>Blossom Dearie: London in the Raini belong to a record snob list that prefaced her death with "I know all you know this song...".  Did you know? Are you cool for knowing? I didnt know.  In fact, I didnt even know who the hell this person was prior to said email.  And while im sad that she died, this song kinda represents how i feel currently re: music and my own musical "journey" (read: the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/4815562676127311068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/4815562676127311068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/02/she-died.html' title='She died.'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-5867260086218263282</id><published>2009-02-05T22:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:01:28.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Failing Memory</title><summary type='text'>Im so glad i spent a good hour trying to find this record bc i couldnt remember the name of it. Its not even up on Wiki which is odd. Id think some Mr Fingers nerds (ahem, tap tap) should be all on that. Beyond the Clouds.I think its no gigantic secret that I am a HUGE fan of LH, Fingers Inc. These records pretty much made me fall in love with dance music. Except for Washing Machine.  I dont like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/5867260086218263282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/5867260086218263282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-failing-memory.html' title='My Failing Memory'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-6353218493600482346</id><published>2009-01-28T13:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T14:00:25.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sominex &amp; Sudafed City Songs</title><summary type='text'>Sniff Sniff. Winter. Forced productivity and travel in bad weather. Annoyances, both intellectual and personal.  Not a cute combo for yours truly.And because merely hitting keys seems to be too much trouble for me today, and be/c my itunes seems to really dislike me and love metal/ 125+ bmps here's some crap. With an explanation as to why they are exemplary. As always if you want it, ask for it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/6353218493600482346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/6353218493600482346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/01/sominex-sudafed-city-songs.html' title='Sominex &amp; Sudafed City Songs'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-4060486412946111879</id><published>2009-01-27T00:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:02:50.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A decent prog rock band?</title><summary type='text'>And God said unto me...seek and ye shall find...a prog rock band that doesnt make you nauseus and tired.I suspect this band may be halfway decent b/c i found TWO good songs by em with little effort. Only one has a video up tho.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/4060486412946111879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/4060486412946111879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/01/decent-prog-rock-band.html' title='A decent prog rock band?'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-1397583205554764035</id><published>2009-01-26T18:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:11:37.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs about my haircut</title><summary type='text'>Who knew there were so many decent songs about haircuts?Hair. As in gimme a head with. Except minds kinda shoulder length and has no bees in it.God i was raised on this movie/record.  Explains a lot. Black Boys/White Boys B/c everyone i know that hates this movie loves this song. Well, the first part. White boys kinda sucks. Almost cut my hair: CSNYThe BEST CSNY SONGgod i love this band.Cut Your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/1397583205554764035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/1397583205554764035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/01/songs-about-my-haircut.html' title='Songs about my haircut'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-5439711510052372892</id><published>2009-01-26T16:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:39:32.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolute Beginners and Absolutely Embarassing</title><summary type='text'>From the shiteous film absolute beginners- the ONLY redeemable part in it. Yeah yeah i know i know, they were going for the whole "thing". But i saw Quadrophenia already. And i enjoyed it immensely. That Phil Daniels was a cutie and had a good bike.  Ugh- but THIS one. This club has low ass standards if they are clapping for THAT shit. Really.  That ladypants suit is a HUGE FAIL. That greasy hair</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/5439711510052372892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/5439711510052372892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/01/killer-blow-sade.html' title='Absolute Beginners and Absolutely Embarassing'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-2029313255216855750</id><published>2009-01-19T11:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:51:28.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These Charming Men: The Happy Mondays</title><summary type='text'>You know, of all the cds that were stolen from me by the cruelest crackhead in the universe, (and yes, i assume there are crackheads dispersed throughout the universe), I miss my Happy Mondays cds the most.Never mind that half of them skipped. It was skippage from massive amounts of use and travel. Ohhhh how i love(d) that band. Ive read all the books about them. I owned all the records (except </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/2029313255216855750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/2029313255216855750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/01/these-charming-men-happy-mondays.html' title='These Charming Men: The Happy Mondays'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-6355600199930742887</id><published>2009-01-13T17:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:53:03.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I got sick of the London street fashion...too many hats.</title><summary type='text'>It almost seems natural to listen to this song in this house.  My parents house.  My old stompin house. The house i lived in when i  did bad things. Oh, dont worry...i still do bad things, except now they arent bad b/c they are judged only by my conscience, and, uh, im pretty lenient.Who knew this dude was Green Velvet?  Who cares actually.  I kinda dont.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/6355600199930742887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/6355600199930742887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-too-got-sick-of-london-street.html' title='I got sick of the London street fashion...too many hats.'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-6134542226821910320</id><published>2009-01-07T14:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:55:39.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Modettes and Paint It Black?</title><summary type='text'>What is UP with these post punk bad covers?Im a fan of the Modettes, and um, b/c i choose to stay one, im not posting that atrocity. But i will post this b/c my copy of it is really really loud and awful. And b/c the Slits SUCK.White Mice.Oh and b/c im cleaning....quick disco hits for me to clean to. What, did you think this site was all about YOU? Lol...only a bit of it.  20%.Oh and PS if ANYONE</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/6134542226821910320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/6134542226821910320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/01/modettes-and-paint-it-black.html' title='Modettes and Paint It Black?'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-6949730322338661100</id><published>2009-01-06T18:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:33:56.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Really? Im not sure how to feel about it</title><summary type='text'>http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/400_Blows_(British_band)Blah blah blah post punk band does cover of Brass Construction's "movin".really?Le OriginaleI like this song. I used to REALLY like this song. I got over it a long time ago. Im more excited to head this other band's version of it, if i can ever find it. But back to Brass Construction:  Every song on this record pretty much sounds the same as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/6949730322338661100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/6949730322338661100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/01/really-im-not-sure-how-to-feel-about-it.html' title='Really? Im not sure how to feel about it'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-2643750061201412098</id><published>2009-01-05T13:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:38:09.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BWP: Ha hahah</title><summary type='text'>Obv this sh*t is NSFW. Or for hearing people. Holy SHIAT i forgot about this record.What a GREAT chorus. These are some CLASSY LADIES! Brilliant! Ps. My opin? Kotex is the best song. Really. Awful.And why dont i have that Yo Mtv Raps card? I have a whole slew of em.  Doubles of Big Daddy Kane. Aint i lucky.Ha, OH well...since i went there....i may as well go here.Note: playing this for people who</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/2643750061201412098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/2643750061201412098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2009/01/bwp-ha-hahah.html' title='BWP: Ha hahah'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-8025448506620273604</id><published>2008-12-27T10:34:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:31:39.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2008: Awful Sh*t on the Internet</title><summary type='text'>Im reminded of that scene in the Simpsons where Comic Book Guy is gonna be hit by a missile and realizes that he spent his life reading comic books....and gloats "LIFE WELL SPENT"!  Over and Over: From (maybe) Chic a go goI SCOURED my email and myspace acct trying desperately to find this again.  Im so glad its up.  This video alone could make my entire year.  Ace Hits the Big Time The Dance </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/8025448506620273604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/8025448506620273604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-awful-sht-on-internet.html' title='2008: Awful Sh*t on the Internet'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-2259942312276420285</id><published>2008-12-24T13:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T09:48:38.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Merry Mrs Miller</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/2259942312276420285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/2259942312276420285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-merry.html' title='Merry Merry Mrs Miller'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/SVKBHQhxV-I/AAAAAAAAARQ/9A3ZhOPzvdY/s72-c/oh+snap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-3298138768136480113</id><published>2008-12-22T11:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:31:42.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disco Date!</title><summary type='text'>Sorry for the big ol bummer photo.  I just automatically think of this awning when i hear this music.  Anydepressed, here is some good old house music for an icy snowy monday with only 2 days to go till xmas and no more days to go till hanukah! MAW; Hardrive; ORS; kings of tomorrow, etc etc....oh and grace jones.Some trivia too: Shari Vari is actually named after the store Charivari in NYC.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/3298138768136480113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/3298138768136480113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/12/disco-date.html' title='Disco Date!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/SU_AMAl8wJI/AAAAAAAAARI/fbE_-aKopeo/s72-c/dance+tracks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-7873823915892956655</id><published>2008-12-21T10:46:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:40:11.237-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlists'/><title type='text'>Sunday Sunday</title><summary type='text'>Whats Lance Conklin got to do with it? Nothing. Just a great ad. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7873823915892956655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7873823915892956655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/12/sunday-sunday.html' title='Sunday Sunday'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/SU7uQHPGT-I/AAAAAAAAARA/f0n8AqwT3c0/s72-c/thrasher10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-934355278023411276</id><published>2008-12-21T09:12:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:13:09.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>John Wilson: Fine Art  Films PART 2</title><summary type='text'>Another oops on my part.  Hey! Its me! Kinda sorta ish. Why do all the bitches ALWAYS have brown hair? Veronica. Lucy. Rizzo. Cant they make a blonde bitch once in a while? (and no, sandy does NOT count).Allow me to gush for a moment.  I LOVE LOVE LOVE the opening credits from Grease. The rest is a'ight (im a sucker for Alan Carr musicals) but damn i love that song and the opening almost more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/934355278023411276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/934355278023411276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/12/john-wilson-fine-art-films.html' title='John Wilson: Fine Art  Films PART 2'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-4196195530523441583</id><published>2008-12-19T11:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:41:50.993-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlists'/><title type='text'>Snow!</title><summary type='text'>So naturally its 70s music day. Not 70s disco. Like, 70s swiss chalet style romance...girls smelling of charlie...fake fur rugs and tin foil patterned wallpaper...sunken livingrooms with fireplaces...and great balls of comfort.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/4196195530523441583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/4196195530523441583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow.html' title='Snow!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/SUvZwTawekI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qtiLGCUQuJ8/s72-c/Harveys+Bristol+Cream+Ad+1970.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-2157326498452137918</id><published>2008-12-18T11:04:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:04:44.564-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlists'/><title type='text'>Happy Underdog Day</title><summary type='text'>Technically, this "non holiday" is tomorrow.  But i want to get on it early before the rush.If you can make the connection btwn the photo and the title, well you deserve something.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/2157326498452137918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/2157326498452137918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-underdog-day.html' title='Happy Underdog Day'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/SUp2b92RcWI/AAAAAAAAAQo/0bIzdvdQo2I/s72-c/grinch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-2151066947112995968</id><published>2008-12-16T11:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:05:03.559-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlists'/><title type='text'>Songs From Sam's Basement</title><summary type='text'>AKA songs from the best period of skateboarding ever. In fact, Ill wager that skate videos were the only good thing about the mid 90s.  Each song makes me feel old, which is kinda fun, b/c they are all old songs.  Plan B and World Industries are responsible for many a missing record from mom's cabinet.  Lol some kids steal their parents liquor.  This nerd stole their records.  Its gross out and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/2151066947112995968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/2151066947112995968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/12/songs-from-sams-basement.html' title='Songs From Sam&apos;s Basement'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/SUhLSN-8X8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/taL37DscSnE/s72-c/Rodney_Mullen-is_the_best_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-8442638147860655356</id><published>2008-12-12T14:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:58:20.130-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlists'/><title type='text'>Fridays Child Deleted Her Post</title><summary type='text'>Blah blah DJ Red Alerts Old School at Noon, school in Brooklyn so i enjoy freestyle blah blah blah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/8442638147860655356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/8442638147860655356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/12/fridays-child-deleted-her-post.html' title='Fridays Child Deleted Her Post'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/SUhK8A0Pl_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/5bH9UWa4DE0/s72-c/groo+and+rufferto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-8999760865195591189</id><published>2008-12-11T18:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:05:34.753-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlists'/><title type='text'>Tuesdays Child is an Idiot</title><summary type='text'>Whoops! How very Neil of me. Yes, i know the vid shows Rik. He's also an idiot. So it works.Oh and eat it re: DK record.  Im going to die clutching that record. Im pissed i cut off "rick wakeman eat your heart out".I just have to say that Pull My Strings may just be one of my top ten favorite songs. There's always room on my playlist for Jello.  (well, actually east bay ray, but lets get into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/8999760865195591189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/8999760865195591189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/12/tuesdays-child-is-idiot.html' title='Tuesdays Child is an Idiot'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-7322114860106147660</id><published>2008-12-11T14:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:06:15.669-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlists'/><title type='text'>Thursdays Child is Full of Angst</title><summary type='text'>Ha, not really. I guess i was in high school tho.  Could be worse.  I could have been one of those Ayn Rand readers.Damn i want this live version.Experience Staten Island Sub Culture High School. Bonus. Darker My Love. From the Oscar Winning Film Suburbia. Starring Flea from RCHPRIP Palmer video and their awful (fantastic) selection of movies.Bonus? That scene in suburbia with DI and the chick in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7322114860106147660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7322114860106147660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/12/thursdays-child-is-full-of-angst.html' title='Thursdays Child is Full of Angst'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-4659234859963150928</id><published>2008-12-10T11:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:17:01.417-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlists'/><title type='text'>Disco Wednesday</title><summary type='text'>Im getting into this playlist thing.  Uploading files are crackhead safe and therefore, always be there for me to peruse.  And speaking as a gal who lost close to 200 cds when a crackhead broke into her car and took her booklets, that is important to me.Ill be posting crap all day you lucky lucky person. You know the drill. Etc Etc.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/4659234859963150928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/4659234859963150928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/12/disco-wednesday.html' title='Disco Wednesday'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/SUAdSvLPawI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gKS6Tr16J3c/s72-c/804707.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-3530159243914095700</id><published>2008-12-08T08:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:17:16.355-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlists'/><title type='text'>Monday Monday</title><summary type='text'>Check this out. How HOT is Mike Damone. Oh yeah and TV tells me that its "that season". Here's some crap. U should know the drill. If you dont, then get on that immediately.  And i didnt put up Levert's Cassanova although i really really wanted to. http://www.divshare.com/playlist/448906-a7e</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/3530159243914095700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/3530159243914095700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/12/monday-monday.html' title='Monday Monday'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/SUBvNo6t3dI/AAAAAAAAAP4/x3weeDKuKac/s72-c/fasttimes18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-5736148816510647612</id><published>2008-12-06T17:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T09:49:53.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!</title><summary type='text'>Ouch, i should have known this.  If only b/c its included in my 2 favorite favorite films ever.From Wikipedia:D.C. LaRue (born David Charles L'Heureux on April 26, 1948 in Meriden, Connecticut, U.S.A.) was a Disco artist His music was successful in dance/disco clubs and on dance music charts worldwide during the late 70s and early 80s.His first big hit happened in 1976 and was titled "Cathedrals"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/5736148816510647612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/5736148816510647612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/12/oops.html' title='Oops!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-7649277004350079355</id><published>2008-12-05T17:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:53:31.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Nicety</title><summary type='text'>Im so glad that this song is as stupid as i remember it being. In this ever changing world, Its the consistency in memory is soothing.  Oh and the first like stanza, makes NO FUCKING SENSE.  Still. After ten or so years of analyzing it it makes NO sense. Bonus Rap Bathos!!!!He was always my favorite.  Still prolly is. Oh and check his beeper. Classic Cool.  100% Grade a beef bitch (call me!)!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7649277004350079355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7649277004350079355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-nicety.html' title='Im Nicety'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-4716400307712075094</id><published>2008-12-03T14:07:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:41:59.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just B/c</title><summary type='text'>A holiday greeting from my cranky looking praying mantis.  I thought the sparkles looked all festive. She's a very nice creature unless you are another insect and then she is completely nightmarish. She likes to sit on my head and make these weird noises. When she isnt sitting on my head, shes usually hanging upside down on the bamboo plant next to her cage. She also loves the heat emitting pipe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/4716400307712075094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/4716400307712075094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-bc.html' title='Just B/c'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/STbZHicQGYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/2jlfUy8yGwc/s72-c/IMG_5602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-965951523867608448</id><published>2008-12-03T10:25:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:23:46.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soundtrack to my root canal</title><summary type='text'>Let my pain be a lesson to you reader: put off tooth pain as long as you can, and you will spend 2.5 hours in an endodontist's office, with sweet air, 14 (yes, 14 i counted) shots of novocaine and a 2 hour shot of 'two for tuesday' on some classic rock station.   This song will, forever more, remind me of sweet air. They had the hose on full blast when this came on. Almost made the intense pain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/965951523867608448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/965951523867608448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/12/soundtrack-to-my-root-canal.html' title='Soundtrack to my root canal'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-313071456472924969</id><published>2008-11-25T10:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:32:49.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackie Blue...is confusing</title><summary type='text'>I was standing in the shower thinking....no, not about what makes a man (ha, sorry about that), about this song. Im completely confused.  Is said Jackie like, an idiot (a la Fox on the Run), a gal who thinks she knows whassup but doesnt (like, um, hmm, Girl You Need a Change of Mind)  or a manipulateress (a la the girl who dumps billy joel in "the stranger" and um, Bianca Jagger in she's so cold?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/313071456472924969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/313071456472924969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/11/jackie-blueis-confusing.html' title='Jackie Blue...is confusing'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-7059690183486844913</id><published>2008-11-20T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:18:27.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Collection of Sounds Ever</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7059690183486844913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7059690183486844913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/11/greatest-collection-of-sounds-ever.html' title='The Greatest Collection of Sounds Ever'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-3394502234763599854</id><published>2008-11-20T11:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:22:33.210-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i disagree'/><title type='text'>Im Still Still Mad.</title><summary type='text'>I can credit this economy for one thing: giving me lots of free time to do free things.  Like critique Pitchfork (isnt that what you use to pick up horse doody anyway?) and their bad taste in videos.  And substitute their bad taste with my own.SO, i trod on and bring you some more of the great videos of your lifetime.  Take Me Home Tonight: Eddie MoneyOk, i can hear you scratching your head. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/3394502234763599854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/3394502234763599854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-still-still-mad.html' title='Im Still Still Mad.'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-3911753711126617631</id><published>2008-11-19T13:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:24:17.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is exactly why i hate facebook.</title><summary type='text'>Genius email like this.Tim said on Facebook that you two are married.  We need you to confirm that you are, in fact, married to Tim.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/3911753711126617631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/3911753711126617631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-exactly-why-i-hate-facebook.html' title='This is exactly why i hate facebook.'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-7976101775225030071</id><published>2008-11-18T10:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:23:02.090-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i disagree'/><title type='text'>Im Still Mad and Im Posting More Videos</title><summary type='text'>Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Actually, minus that "scorned" part, b/c I really wasn't scorned by anyone.  Rather, I just feel the need to point out some really glaring omissions to the best videos ever. Really.KoKo Be Ware: PiledriverOk like Game over right? Can there possibly BE anything better than this video? No. Im not even going to list the many many many reasons this is the best </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7976101775225030071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7976101775225030071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-still-mad-and-im-posting-more-videos.html' title='Im Still Mad and Im Posting More Videos'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-2279214690551925966</id><published>2008-11-16T09:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:23:18.700-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i disagree'/><title type='text'>Once again, PFM BLOWS IT</title><summary type='text'>NOTASTE PICKS THE BEST 100 VIDSDoes this online whateverthefuckitis EVER get things right? NAY. I seriously cant read that site too often b/c the cheneyface it gives me.  Making "that face" too often  can causes wrinkles; you know, from all the eyebrow furrowing, eye squinting and dry heaving.  I will never understand why this site has been crowned some sort of authority on anything.  So far the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/2279214690551925966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/2279214690551925966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/11/notaste-picks-best-100-vids-does-this.html' title='Once again, PFM BLOWS IT'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-4667110128255213919</id><published>2008-11-14T09:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:38:18.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Knew? The Wagon etc.</title><summary type='text'>Who knew this even had a video, let alone a good one? One that plays by my rules.  Claymation is as good as animation. No faces.  Entertaining.  I used to looooooooove this band, and yes, everything else on SST. Not this. I didnt like this song. In fact, Rollins RUINED Black Flag.  RUINED.  Is that Kim Gordon on background vocals? Eugh. I hate this goddamn song.  The vid is so lo rent though. B-.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/4667110128255213919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/4667110128255213919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-knew-wagon-etc.html' title='Who Knew? The Wagon etc.'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-4157381496562372690</id><published>2008-11-14T08:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:37:28.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE ESPECIALLY AWFUL HOLIDAY FILMS: a bitchy queen in tinsel</title><summary type='text'>A clip from The Magic (?) Christmas Tree (1964)No wonder the late 60s were so nuts.  This is one seriously TERRIBLE film.  And what's with that tree? Charles Nelson Riley, is that you? What the HELL!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/4157381496562372690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/4157381496562372690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-especially-awful-holiday-films_14.html' title='MORE ESPECIALLY AWFUL HOLIDAY FILMS: a bitchy queen in tinsel'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-7980918406799844153</id><published>2008-11-13T13:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:19:19.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adios Mash-up! Dont let the door hit you on the way out!</title><summary type='text'>It may not be illegal but it sure is AWFUL. YES! I knew this day would come! The day....the mashup is over! Its dead! Ding dong! Pardon me while i uncork my ears for the first time in a good year.How do i know its dead?  B/c I was watching Rachel Ray (yes, i watch cooking shows b/c I am a wife and i do enjoy cooking) and she just compared some sort of corriander caka salad to a mashup.  Her words</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7980918406799844153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7980918406799844153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/11/mashup-death.html' title='Adios Mash-up! Dont let the door hit you on the way out!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/SRxuugmgq3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/Y3h3GYTcW6E/s72-c/180px-Home_taping_is_killing_music.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-3465286894162700502</id><published>2008-11-12T13:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:52:46.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><summary type='text'>Oh Ryan. Ryan Ryan Ryan.  Ryan who is in the Notebook, a movie I havent seen and wont see.  I cant watch that.  I dont think i could survive it.Anyway, thank you to whatever creator created this hot piece. Looking at him makes me feel all nice...and stupid.  He's not a bad actor either, but who cares about that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/3465286894162700502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/3465286894162700502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/SRskVQ9gckI/AAAAAAAAAO4/xgMGsJKPl44/s72-c/ryan-gosling-picture-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-3844462211647939084</id><published>2008-11-12T08:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:20:56.467-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The Sound of My Money Disappearing</title><summary type='text'>There's a soundtrack to my poverty you know.  Its got a name too: Bob James.Nautilus: bob James Daytona 500).OH THE PAIN. THE PAIN THE PAIN.  I may be the only person on the planet who hasnt played GTA, so this song is new to me.  Ive publicly stated my love for that Ghostface video. Its definitely in my top three. Im all for animation in videos. Im tired of looking at (f)artists in their videos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/3844462211647939084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/3844462211647939084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/11/sound-of-my-money-disappearing.html' title='The Sound of My Money Disappearing'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-759972387842508829</id><published>2008-11-10T07:49:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T08:06:04.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE ESPECIALLY AWFUL HOLIDAY FILMS, including the Star Wars Special</title><summary type='text'>Dig my KANYE CAPS?This is, aside from the spotlight on the sweet potato, the best part about the holidays. Santa and the Ice Cream BunnyFrom the GOD who posted this on youtube:"Imagine yourself, 9 years old, dropped off at the Cinema Theater in the Vineland shopping center to watch something called Santa and the Ice Cream Bunny while your mother goes hunting for last-minute Christmas items. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/759972387842508829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/759972387842508829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-especially-awful-holiday-films.html' title='MORE ESPECIALLY AWFUL HOLIDAY FILMS, including the Star Wars Special'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-3650207350428920309</id><published>2008-11-07T10:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:15:55.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anancy cartoon!</title><summary type='text'>Dig it. 70s cartoon about my favorite spider/trickster.Sometimes anancy is depicted as a man, but he's a spider. Here hes a man.And heres a russian political cartoon from the 70s.  Disses us pretty hard.Completely worth watching.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/3650207350428920309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/3650207350428920309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/11/anancy-cartoon.html' title='Anancy cartoon!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-5558579805944510045</id><published>2008-11-06T09:16:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:49:52.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AN EXCEPTIONALLY AWFUL HOLIDAY FILM</title><summary type='text'>UUUUUUUUUUGH. I saw this turd yesterday b/c i left the tv on. No, I didnt have to watch the whole thing; but I did. I didnt tape it, so i have some self respect left. I cant even begin to describe how terrible this movie is. The dialog stinks.  The not so special effects stink.  That stupid magic harmonica stinks.  The snowman is creepy and CORNY.  The music has and/or name drops bad renditions </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/5558579805944510045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/5558579805944510045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/11/awful-film.html' title='AN EXCEPTIONALLY AWFUL HOLIDAY FILM'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-6434769440393087022</id><published>2008-11-04T08:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:21:48.090-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Bad Vid Great Song: The System</title><summary type='text'>Ugh. What stinks in here?When the best I can call you is a "low rent jermaine jackson" your ass is in trouble. Thats not even close to being a complement.  Stalk much, jermainey? I say you should spend less time following that pile of frizz in white jeans, and more time learning how to dance. The other guy isnt doing much for me either. In fact, he's just standing there doing nothing.   Adding </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/6434769440393087022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/6434769440393087022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/11/bad-vid-great-song-system.html' title='Bad Vid Great Song: The System'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-6220213334144549598</id><published>2008-11-01T10:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:29:10.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Halloween Costume</title><summary type='text'>I went nowhere.  I did dress up tho.  As a person who is still is into indie rock. I got into it.  I even made a tape while i cleaned my den of all the crap i was listening to as i tripped down england highschool bowl haircut memory lane. The Church! Sinead Oconnor (Hands on me, not NC2U)! Big Audio Dynamite! And of course, eventually I wandered my way into Massive Attack, which of course leads </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/6220213334144549598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/6220213334144549598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-halloween-costume.html' title='My Halloween Costume'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-2896134715958873487</id><published>2008-10-31T10:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:19:53.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst Witch</title><summary type='text'>Happy Halloween! Harry WHO?Part II of this thang.Oh like this isnt the BEST PART.-fin-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/2896134715958873487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/2896134715958873487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/10/worst-witch.html' title='The Worst Witch'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-4306421179725932275</id><published>2008-10-30T11:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:11:38.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Human Tornado?</title><summary type='text'>BITCH! Are you for real?  Obv this is NSFW. There was a sequel to Dolemite? Really? Why didnt I know this? Here's the plot of this masterpiece After coming off a successful comedy tour, Dolemite throws a get-together at his mansion, there he announces that he is to offer his mansion to the person that started a drive for a new boys' home, then is rudely interrupted by the local sheriff and his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/4306421179725932275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/4306421179725932275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/10/human-tornado.html' title='The Human Tornado?'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-588003538252460748</id><published>2008-10-29T12:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:05:55.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guns n Roses Bar Mitzvah</title><summary type='text'>Such nicely dressed young men! And the kid on the blow up plastic guitar RIPS!Lol. sorry. Everyone who ever went to a bar/bat mitzvah anywhere w/in the tri state area during the "prosperous 1980s" made one of these stupid tapes.  Myself included. I have no idea where mine is. THANK GOD.  All i know is that those wigs have been worn by like, thousands of sweaty balding men wet from "dancing" and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/588003538252460748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/588003538252460748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/10/guns-n-roses-bar-mitzvah.html' title='Guns n Roses Bar Mitzvah'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-5143047600457886819</id><published>2008-10-25T11:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:22:09.265-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Freestyle Fever!</title><summary type='text'>Feel the burnBaby LoveCatch me im fallingFascinatedpretty self explanatoryHold Me: MenudoThis was a good song. I dont care if menudo did it.  Actually, it makes me dig it more. I had it for Menudo when i was a kid.  They had an ABC show.  It was called "Menudo on ABC". It was on saturday mornings.  I watched it religiously. lol.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/5143047600457886819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/5143047600457886819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/10/vs-pretty-poison-vs-company-b-vs-bunch.html' title='Freestyle Fever!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-2570654690346172488</id><published>2008-10-25T10:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T10:38:21.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A common thread</title><summary type='text'>Eh. Was going to write a whole thing about why people falling on their ass is something that everyone in the world finds funny, so, its kinda a universal truth, but that sort of belittles the subject doesnt it?Scarlet Takes a Tumble THE REMIX!NEXT!Bad dancing from AFV. My favorite show.from .36 on i almost died from laughing. They say this is the worlds most popular show. I can see why. Life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/2570654690346172488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/2570654690346172488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/10/common-thread.html' title='A common thread'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-6125984206571409231</id><published>2008-10-21T17:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:54:30.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Awful x 3</title><summary type='text'>Kinda a grab bag of bad gifts. But then again, you dont call me enough. Elvis? Is that you? I swear, the same stage presence! And the disappearing act! WOW!Im not sure what im more in love with: his hat or the necklaceremind me to not see this film.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/6125984206571409231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/6125984206571409231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-dvr-revolted.html' title='Awful x 3'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-1378390198354589064</id><published>2008-10-21T08:52:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:59:12.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my favorite band</title><summary type='text'>It didnt take me more than 4 minutes of editing that smiths thing before i said to myself....I need to write up about how much i like New Order. B/c I really like that band. Always good records.  Even when they are "meh" they are good.  If you like Joy Division more than New Order, then i dont want you reading my blog anymore.  Its bad enough I married someone who likes them better, and thats </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/1378390198354589064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/1378390198354589064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-favorite-band.html' title='my favorite band'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-6873394597925280009</id><published>2008-10-20T15:47:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T15:47:40.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>But Nature Played This Trick On Me.</title><summary type='text'>Get your whatever those flowers were and stick em out of your back pocket and SING ALONG! Gladiolas? Was that them?I guess given the cyclical nature of life, it would only be a matter of time before i started....ugh.... hold on. Swallowing hard here.  Liking the smiths again. Yes, the smiths.  I will admit it: i was one of those kids, except I liked Marr better than Moz. I never was obnoxious </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/6873394597925280009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/6873394597925280009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/10/but-nature-played-this-trick-on-me.html' title='But Nature Played This Trick On Me.'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/SP36HCTYRrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/NlDU9TLy8IU/s72-c/Earth_Crisis_Firestorm_album_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-1684506923842368341</id><published>2008-10-17T16:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T16:18:31.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont blame me, i voted for Kodos</title><summary type='text'>I need a laugh after today's "obama bucks" bullshiat. That stinks.Citizen Kang. Entirety. Nice. Who loves you?Stop! We have reached the limits of what rectal probing can teach us!My second favorite: the abortion rally.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/1684506923842368341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/1684506923842368341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-blame-me-i-voted-for-kodos.html' title='Dont blame me, i voted for Kodos'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-632250314124897033</id><published>2008-10-15T17:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:09:58.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Air: Bad Commercial</title><summary type='text'>im laughing so hard i am crying. After 50 seconds of listening to the sound of hissing compressed air, they tell you it will be ready in ten minutes? Couldnt you have said that around, um, 10 seconds in? Was the wait really necessary?  Never mind that they didnt even really show you how to hook it up to the compressed air canister. Arguably the most important part of the whole "balloon blowing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/632250314124897033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/632250314124897033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/10/hot-air-bad-commercial.html' title='Hot Air: Bad Commercial'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-9021689570744556284</id><published>2008-10-15T10:12:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T12:05:27.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple things make me happy</title><summary type='text'>Aquariums make me happy.NYC in the a.m. makes me really REALLY happy (so quiet and nice!)Singer songwriters that arent bob dylan make me happy.  Hearing* a new good record make me happy also, but especially when they are good ones that i probably wouldnt have strolled across had it not been for someone else's generosity/musical know!So im SPREADING THE WEALTH!  Ouch man! This whole record is like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/9021689570744556284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/9021689570744556284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/10/simple-things-make-me-happy.html' title='Simple things make me happy'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-7674322899324408583</id><published>2008-10-14T18:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:53:40.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad. They blew it, huh?</title><summary type='text'>Oh massive attack. OH the PAIN.  How much did i LOVE this band when Blue Lines came out? I loved it as much as i love ice cream. I loved this record. I was in love with this record. Sure, a few turkeys were on it.  And then protection came out, and i was like um.... ok. Then Mezzanine. P fucking U. But yes, Massive Attack and Nellee Hooper. Sigh. Sad right? Only if you ascribe to the "have to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7674322899324408583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7674322899324408583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/10/sad-they-blew-it-huh.html' title='Sad. They blew it, huh?'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-4242992662601483799</id><published>2008-10-10T16:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T16:15:04.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS BACK! I FOUND IT!</title><summary type='text'>Pet Peeve? WTF is that?Ah, now that summers over, I really can enjoy this.  Looks like they pulled it (my link is dead) and someone found it again. Here's to that person! You made my day!Note: Please vote for "pet peeve" in the contest. B/c there is NO WAY that "New Jersey is one of the best states in New Jersey" can win. NO. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/4242992662601483799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/4242992662601483799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-back-i-found-it.html' title='ITS BACK! I FOUND IT!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/SO-2whkOXEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/YeRrkD55_YQ/s72-c/807913.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-1705726486195675902</id><published>2008-10-10T09:29:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:16:30.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs about Witches, Bores and Slots</title><summary type='text'>You know its going to be "one of those days" when you've been up an hour and this song infests your brain.Hmm. I guess Supersonic is a better song. But this song concentrates more on their "whoreishness" and therefore is slightly more entertaining lyrics wise.Bonus! They like cars too! Cars that backfire!See, i dont dig this song.  Its kinda stupid. No song re: a bad car will EVER BE BETTER THAN </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/1705726486195675902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/1705726486195675902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/10/songs-about-bitches-and-cars.html' title='Songs about Witches, Bores and Slots'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-798751664320805247</id><published>2008-10-08T14:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:57:09.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Tune</title><summary type='text'>Forgot about this one.  Saw it on a list this AM.  Jeez lots of songs about dancers.  I can name like five offhand: dancer (soccio) tiny dancer (elton) private dancer (tina), another one i dont want to mention b/c it may real some significant lameness on my part. Wait, thats 4. I can only do 4!  Ive turned myself into a liar! The disappointment!  The shame!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/798751664320805247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/798751664320805247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-tune.html' title='Good Tune'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-7004070622551147254</id><published>2008-10-08T09:53:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:22:20.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Glitch, decimals, farms, king crabs and the reiners</title><summary type='text'>Mr. Glitch has become like, an obsession in this house since Mathman made the scene again.  He' s just such a cynical little moany whirlwind! Ornery! Haggard! Over-it!  LOVE HIM.So, here is a MATHMAN where he wins.  I found this one slightly difficult!  Maybe I need to find a SONG about decimals.Sorry, instead I found a song about fractions.JESUS CHRIST THIS IS TOTALLY FKING TERRIBLE. Really.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7004070622551147254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/7004070622551147254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/10/go-glitch-go.html' title='Mr Glitch, decimals, farms, king crabs and the reiners'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-3601112412453662790</id><published>2008-10-07T22:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:41:59.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Run DMC on Reading Rainbow</title><summary type='text'>Not their finest moment.lol, rock the shelves.  thats my personal favorite. Its about reading. HAW HAW HAW.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/3601112412453662790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/3601112412453662790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/10/run-dmc-on-reading-rainbow.html' title='Run DMC on Reading Rainbow'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-1953484525085197362</id><published>2008-10-06T10:55:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:37:19.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PBS crap from MY PAST</title><summary type='text'>Picture pages picturepagestimetogetyourpicturepagesNo wonder Im such an idiot.  Just look at this crud I used to watch.  I LOVED THIS. Watching it now, im slightly horrified. First, the whole worm/bird having to share a home.  That is just terrible, terrible that the poor things have to live together instead of being able to act out gods great plan of one being the other's dinner. All because of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/1953484525085197362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/1953484525085197362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/10/pbs-crap-from-my-past.html' title='PBS crap from MY PAST'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-9146712875794509114</id><published>2008-10-05T09:07:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:37:00.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Musician in the World Contender 2: Fela Kuti</title><summary type='text'>I can almost hear the anger in some of you.  I know, how DARE I, DARE I insult such a man: a music man, a  Nigerian political hero, a man who everyone seems to think is soooo sooo talented and has, since his death, become the embodiment of African Music/Pride? WHY?B/c Fela Kuti, in life, was a TOTAL PIECE OF SHIT.  And b/c im kinda horrified that there is almost NOTHING on the internet about how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/9146712875794509114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/9146712875794509114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/10/worst-musician-in-world-contender-2.html' title='Worst Musician in the World Contender 2: Fela Kuti'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643860495357263848.post-494207422937114445</id><published>2008-10-03T09:08:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:23:43.171-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Disco House &amp; unexpected nostalgia</title><summary type='text'>Wow, this post started out kinda fun and then ended up making me feel sort of sad!ORS. Sizzle!Switch: the best beat in townHow many times have you heard this sampled? Kings of Tomorrow: Finally Jesus. I need to email this song to someone.Sigh. This song made that self portrait i hide in my attic all deformed.I need to stop here. Im feeling very "get off my lawn-ish".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/494207422937114445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8643860495357263848/posts/default/494207422937114445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopsink.blogspot.com/2008/10/disco-house-unexpected-nostalgia.html' title='Disco House &amp; unexpected nostalgia'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509173023482392550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnaJdV_ehoU/S7jnnJTzavI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d84fEStPu0M/S220/eye.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
