libertine's stock market

rising:
margaret atwood: i'm cheating by putting her on a 'rising stock' list because i always dig her work. everyone knows M.A for "the handmaid's tale"; but everyone should be required to read "the robber bride". it takes motifs from the "the robber bridegroom" folk tale and completely turns it on its head. it's a fucking phenomenal read about growing up, growing old and thwarted revenge.

also read: "alias grace" and "cat's eye" (no, not that one).

'worked up so sexual' (the faint). i dare you to say you can't help but a: dance and b: be drawn into the story the lyrics tell. if you can't do both - you have no soul. for real.

eric dane: enough said.

dateline nbc's "to catch a predator" stings: alternately hilarious and gross to see these fuckwits get caught with (wanting) their pants down. it amazes me that there are so many weirdos out there.

and it is so fucking embarrassing when they catch a gay pedophile. way to perpetuate, freaks (i'm talkin to you, mark foley).

antibacterial liquid: because even sluts can be germ-phobic.

falling:
myspace: ugh. i can't bring myself to get a myspace profile. it's friendster designed with unix. only uglier. and viewing a profile is like going to a college house party. the sort of house party where dave matthews is blaring from the speakers, drunk girls are doing boilermaker chug-a-lugs, and every conversation starts with 'what's your major?' annoyance.

express check out lanes: the lines are always 10 people deep. it takes more time to get out the store than via the conventional lane. and you inevitably are behind someone who can't grasp the 'express' concept and takes 20 minutes to scan a bottle of paprika and a package of watercress.

mtv: either i'm getting old(er) or mtv's programming is getting decidely stupider as times goes on. the few times i've watched their shows i swear i've felt my brain cells atomize. i will cop to watching "next" when it's on - but everything else sucks my asshole inside out.

x3: x-men united dvd commentary: hey brett ratner, when the two writers of the movies are doing commentary on why they wrote certain scenes, please shut the fuck up and let them finish their sentences.

and while you were no joel schumacher, you know fanboys hate you for fucking up the franchise. don't squander the opportunity to allow fans to know why scenes were written in a certain way because you need to talk over the writers. poor attemps to justify your dick size is always a bad move, hack.