Mix Tape #1

May 15th, 2008

After spending the last few days listening to way more Mariah Carey than is ironically acceptable, I starting thinking about my incredibly shitty taste in music. I decided I should start a series about the mix tapes that helped keep me from being a total idiot about music. This is the first one.

As a kid I was discouraged from listening to music that my artsy parents didn’t like, which was most popular music. The forbidden music is always the sweetest, so I eventually developed a secret nightly ritual of listening to the Top 5 at 10 on Q94. I’d drag my clock radio under the covers and write down the list of songs the 5 most popular songs in my trashy southern town every night. Then I’d run to my parents’ wall-mounted rotary phone and try desperately (and always in vain) to be the 5th caller, clutching my little list of songs. It is really fucking hard to try to dial fast on a wall-mounted rotary phone, let alone redial, but I was too dumb to give up.

All this hammered into me a love of the crappiest dreck that ever plays on a radio. Paula Abdul, Wilson Phillips, Rick Astley - I loved it (and still do.) I didn’t know no better! I listened to shit almost exclusively until High School! That’s when I got a crush on an older boy and realized I had no idea what he was talking about most of the time.

Jared Kappel had big eyes and wore stripey shirts and plastic toys in his disgusting ratty hair - all of which I found charming. He also played classical guitar and listened to all this music I had never heard of. In a burst of bravery I bought him a blank tape and asked him to make me a mix. He returned it to me a few days later with the blueprint for my musical taste for the next few years - Primus, Pearl Jam, Nirvana, Ministry, Smashing Pumpkins, Soundgarden, Dinosaur Jr., and Nine Inch Nails. In hindsight, I know that many of those bands would soon become unavoidable, but at the time they were just breaking on college stations.

I snapped that mix into my stereo and heard “Smells Like Teen Spirit” for the first time. For a music-(albeit terrible music) obsessed 14-year-old, that was like sex. Dirty sex. And “Jeremy”? What the fuck was this song about?! Whatever - there is a dude singing about biting breasts, not walking the dinosaur, so it was pretty goddamn exciting. I don’t remember which Nine Inch Nails song was on it, but they’re pretty much all aural pornography.

At the time I thought I fell in love with Jared instantly. A few months later when he slept with a friend of mine at a party I threw, I decided maybe it was just the music. Either way, I listened to that tape so much it got all stretched out. The music slowed down and the songs all slipped down a few keys. Long after Jared was gone, I loved all those bands.

I feel bad that kids now don’t have grindy fuckable music to get them through adolescence. Chromeo and Rhianna are great but neither of them make you want to damage someone sexually. And isn’t that what being a teen is about?

Please Read!

May 15th, 2008

Marie Cocco has a kick ass piece in the Washington Post today on the democratic race. I don’t do too much political stuff on here, but this is smart and relevant even past this election - especially if you have a mother, daughter, sister, or vagina.

Please should check it out - Misogyny I Won’t Miss.

Renee in the Office

May 14th, 2008

I just realized that I forgot to put this video up here on my own site! It’s another asshole character monologue, that I did for Cracked.com .

Happy Wednesday.

World’s Most Obnoxious Coworker — powered by Cracked.com

**I took out the embedded video b/c the automatic start was driving me nuts - click the link!**

What cookie are you?

May 6th, 2008

People love internet personality quizzes, right? “What superhero/pin-up/rice dish are you” - that kind of stuff? (Iron Man, Jayne Mansfeild, and dirty, respectively.) Since I am supposed to be doing some “important job related writing” today, I thought it was probably a better idea to create my own quiz. Enjoy!

What kind of Cookie Are You?

If I asked you what kind of cookie you are, what would you say? (Pick one)

a. Chocolate Chip
b. Peanut Butter
c. Oatmeal Rasin
d. Ginger Snap
e. Chocolate Peanut Butter chip

Points: a-5, b-15, c-25, d-35, e-45
Tally your points.

1-10 points:
You are a Chocolate Chip Cookie!

You are reliable and better than most people remember. 

11-20 points:
You are a Peanut Butter Cookie!

More tolerable than a lemon cookie, you are still sometimes avoided at parties.

21-30 points:
You are an Oatmeal cookie!

You are a real disappointment.

31-40 points:
You are a Ginger Snap!

And a lesbian.

41-50 points:
You are a Chocolate Peanut Butter Chip cookie!

I am in love with you, although I recognize that you are too good for me and am steeling myself for the day you figure it out and leave me.

Plugalicious!

May 6th, 2008

jin

Jin needs the panda. YOU need the panda.

If you want to see I Eat Pandas - and I know you do - you have 2 chances this week! Tonight we’re doing a Streetstyle (non-musical) set at Flying Carpet at Rififi at 10pm (332 East 11th Street). Then tomorrow we’re doing our musical show I Eat Pandas: We Classy at the UCB at 9:30 (307 West 26th Street).

 

v&e

The Believer and the Heathen.

Vinnie is my Catholic friend. I mean, I have other Catholic friends, but he is the only one who is still happily practicing and has enough of a sense of humor about it to answer my nosy religious questions. He and his comedy partner are combining this sense of humor and Catholicism in to a sketch show called “Hopelessly Devoted” and have put a few videos from it online.


My Kind Of Crazy

May 2nd, 2008

This shit is bananas.

Some kinds of crazy girls are awful. They tear out each other’s fusable hair extensions and back stab each other. They cry over their crotch worms and the douchebags that passed them along. These types of crazy just bore me - as do the many reality shows that celebrate them (don’t hold your breath for my “The Hills” update.)

 

But then there are the special glittering diamonds of crazy, like Mariah Carey.

 

Mariah Carey’s crazy is special. This is the type of crazy that will stop you on the street and demand that you find sweatpants for someone else’s dog. It is charming in it’s arrogant creativity. Mariah seems to be the type of lady who will make you an ice cream sundae, then tell you it’s full of spiders, then make you switch shirts with her . Who doesn’t want a friend like that??Nick Cannon definitely does.

 

Yes, the newest bit of Mimi craziness is her sudden wedding to Wild ‘n’ Out star, Nick Cannon. Despite being 11 years older than him, Mariah is still not too smart to run off and have a shotgun wedding with a 27-year-old improvisor. Even I know that is stupid. I hope that her best lesbifriend, Da Brat, isn’t too upset - she was at their wedding so I guess she’s ok with it.

 

Cheers to you, Mariah Carey! Shine on, you crazy diamond!

Wanna be in a movie?

May 1st, 2008

I am looking for extras for a short film shoot on Sunday morning in Manhattan, from 10am - 3pm. If you are interested, email me at skinner dot eliza at gmail dot com.

Unremarkable Tag

April 30th, 2008

Robyn tagged me, so now I have to list 6 unremarkable quirks about myself. Now, I sort of think a quirk is by definition remarkable, but I’ll try to be boring. It’s hard to unsparkle this magic, people.

  1. I read in the bathroom, a lot. When I was in elementary school my teacher stopped letting me go to the bathroom alone because I would just sit under the sink reading until someone came to find me. Now it’s become a habit I can shake: porcelin and running water = library. 
  2. I don’t eat birds. It sounds embarrassingly pretentious, but I look at birds and just don’t see food. It’s like if someone put a hairbrush on my plate.
  3. I like my juice hot. Grape and orange juices especially.
  4. When I am reading a book and it decribes someone’s face or tone, I try it. For example, if I read “He looked confused and ashamed as he shrugged his shoulders,” I unconsciously attempt to do the same, to see what the author meant.
  5. I firmly believe that I will marry the man who takes an old timey photo with me. No one ever has.
  6. I always have hairbands on my wrist and I always need to buy new socks.

I am tagging -

Amanda Allan

Jen Hammaker

Becky Yamamoto

Jeff Simmermon

Mica Scalin

Ann Carr

The rules are as follows:

* Link the person who tagged you
* Mention the rules in your blog
* Tell about six unspectacular quirks of yours
* Tag six following bloggers by linking them
* Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged

Baby Mama Drama

April 24th, 2008

 

Do me a favor - go see Baby Mama this weekend. You can even buy tickets right now! The opening weekend pretty much determines the success or failure of a movie, so this weekend means a lot for this movie and for me personally.

See, right now, this movie is a big deal that people are writing about because it’s a comedy starring two women. That pretty much never happens - unless you count Devil Wears Prada as a comedy (and if you do, please stop reading my blog and never come back. Go! Skat!) Investors don’t think that you want to see two women being funny, especially if they’re not 20-year-old models falling down in trashcans.

Tell them they are wrong! Buy a ticket for Baby Mama -THIS weekend - and cast your vote for more comedy from smart women. Please? Thank you.

Let’s be friends

April 23rd, 2008

Ah love. It make you so crazy! Right?? I’m not talking about the kind of new-love madness where you think his eyeball warts are sexy, or the hopeful-love delusion where you think he’s actually going to leave his wife. No, I am talking about the worst insanity of them all - the breakup crazy.

When you have been dumped, you lose your mind and will do dumb shit. This is just a rule of life. Accepting this truth is key in getting over any break up. All of your decisions will be terrible, so you should just let your friends run your life for a while. Usually I don’t like to tell my friends what to do, but if one has been dumped I feel it is my duty to hold her down, jam a wallet in her mouth, and tell her it’s a VERY BAD IDEA to move in with her ex to figure out “why he stopped loving me.” (I know, because I did it.)

So, as a non-insane, non-dumped person, let me once and for all call bullshit on the biggest bad idea in break-ups: “Let’s be friends.” The only reason that this concept has persisted is because break-ups are handled by crazy people. Trying to be friends with someone you have just broken up with is like going to the movies with someone who just mugged you. And buying their ticket. And then punching yourself in the face. It’s about self respect.

“But wait! Eliza! We were such good friends to begin with! The whole reason I love him is because he is such a good person!” Bullshit. You were never friends! There was no point at which you weren’t trying to bone each other. That’s what that was. Those late night talks, the walks in the rain, all those chicken fights - all of it was warming up to the nasty. So when you say you want to “be friends” what you mean is that you want him to want to stick it in. But the sad truth is, he doesn’t want to. Not even the tip.

When you perpetuate the “staying friends” myth, you engaging in a dance of manipulation and self degradation. You are giving yourself license to call him in the middle of the night - ’cause you’re still friends (yay!) - and you have to know that that phone call ends in crying. It just does. So does the one where you ask him about the new girl he’s dating. I mean, eventually you can be friends. In a while you can call each other up and build a nice new relationship based on friendship, not sadness. When it doesn’t hurt so much, when you don’t care, and when you’ve lost some of that relationship weight and look waaay better than he does.

For now, though, you don’t have to be cool with him - you don’t have to be cool with ANY of it. Give yourself a break and hate the motherfucker. Yeah! Call him a motherfucker! Get out of the house, even if you’re sad, especially if you’re sad. Keep moving forward and do lots of fun new stuff with your REAL friends - the ones that still want to dip it in you.

** Please note that gender specific pronouns can be switched and this is all still true. You are not friends with her. Stop it.**