YESORNODC

…the “Geeks” are alright.

Hear it at MySpace or TheFaint.com, see it in August.

Basically no way for this not to be good.

Equally failsafe? After the jump…
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Don’t let it get to you.

(Via NYT)

“Come to think of it, I was found under an apple tree. My mother is a virgin. I had no hissy fits when she presented me with the scene.”

Via IMDB: I | II

Moments before the Capital Pride Parade kicked off on Saturday, MNJONES and I dipped into P Street’s newly minted Tangy Sweet for a quick serving of fro yo. In conclusion, fuck TCBY– this shit is the real deal. The original yogurt more than lives up to the tart promise of the shop’s moniker (ab fab for summer strolls), and the toppings– ranging from an array of fresh fruits to Saturday morning throwbacks like Fruity Pebbles and Cap’n Crunch– are like icing on the cake. Except only proverbially, since the yogurt’s nonfat and contains less than 30 calories per ounce (a small is 5 oz). It’s like the most guilt-free of guilty pleasures.

Better or worse than learning Heath Ledger was dead via GChat? I can’t decide.

After the meteorological bitch slap we got dealt earlier this week, I think it’s safe to say that summer’s truly arrived. And we know what that means to anyone who’s ever lived through a DC summer before: get the fuck out. I myself am a mere two weeks away from a little shore thing, and already I’m prepped with some flip-flops, some board shorts, and, of course, some summer reading recommendations. (more…)

So did anyone else catch Roman Polanski: Wanted and Desired last night on HBO? If you didn’t, you should On Demand it, because it was an effing doozy. I’m no great Roman fan– I pretty much dig the flicks that everyone else digs–but if this doc was compelling enough to park the traditionally Lolita-shy MNJONES on the couch for an hour forty-five, it’s compelling enough for you. (Compelling enough, at the very least, to stir shit up with the LA superior court this very morning, but be forewarned: spoiler ahead!) In any event, I’m pretty much sold on HBO’s summer ‘08 doc series; with HIMYM gone again, I could find worse things to do than spend my Monday nights with the Ganja Queen (6/30) or the class of Hard Times at Douglass High (6/23).
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So Sex and the City opens today. Ya heard? In honor of the occasion, and because I always thought SJP looked best behind the glow of her Mac, I thought I’d eschew gabbing about Big or Choo, Cosmos or cocks, and Jules or Mimi in favor of revisiting some moments of Carrie at her most writerly. Herewith, sex and the literary: (more…)

The Futureheads‘ third LP comes out in the UK next Monday and in the US on June 3rd. You can listen to the record in its entirety here for the price of your name/e-mail. So worth it, and so worth sticking it to 679, who dropped the band in ‘06 after they dared to make a really fucking awesome (if slightly less frenetic) follow-up to their self-titled debut. Swoon for “Radio Heart” after the jump.

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