Look at These FUCKING Hipsters

In honor of my all time favorite website (yea, but how about of all time?!) and just to say 'yea dude, I told you they were really good, but yea it's cool if you hop on the bandwagon, too,' I thought I'd drop a little knowledge about the Arcade Fire.

-Their song, "Wake Up," was the featured song in the previews for Where the Wild Things Are (this is not to be confused with the group, EGMT who sings the theme song to Where the Wild Things Grow).

-They won the 2011 Grammy for Album of the Year and also performed 2 songs at the awards show.

-I watched highlights of one of their shows on Palladia the other day in my living room.

That's all I got. Ironic, huh?

All I really wanted to do was point out hipsters, give a shoutout to my favorite blog (http://www.latfh.com/), mention the Grammys, and give you some insight as to what I do in my living room (and make a joke in parenthesis that ABSOLUTELY NO ONE will understand, yet I find halarious).

Teenage Dream,

[z]ach

[chap]Stick It!

In following through with what I said I would do in my last blog (cause I know you read it), I've come across the WORLD'S BEST JOB!!!!! (it would be much less sarcastic and dramatic if there were only 4 exclamation points)

In another prior post, I mentioned a few of my passions (tattoos, area codes, dead presidents, etc.), but it turns out I may have missed one or two (or more depending on my mood and things that are present in the room I'm in). One of said passions is lip balm. Ever since the ripe age of 3 when I first remember my mother slathering some vasaline onto my excessively chapped lips, I have been fascinated with lip balm. After putting up with the same, bland, waxy, cherry flavored ChapStick brand for 10 years (because that was what my mom used, and let's be honest, for those years of my life, I only knew the stuff that my mom used because mom always knows best. At least that's what she told me. And I believed her. For some reason or another. But I digress), I began to aquire a taste for something else. After going through phases of stealing the crazy flavor balms (i.e. Dr. Pepper, Starburst, etc.) from the girls I liked in junior high and then consequently feeling self-conscious because I was using girls' lip balm, I moved into a denial phase where I would rarely use any balm. And my lips would get chapped, and I would be miserable.

But then one day, I was made aware of Burt's Beeswax, so I tried it, and I haven't used anything else since then.

I just had to get all of that out so that I could explain why the following would be *pause for effect* the world's best job. While watching the pregame rituals of the New York Knicks, I noticed one guy on the sideline who had one jobe: to make sure that Amar'e Stoudemire had lip balm on his lips prior to the jump ball. How awesome is that? There is a guy out there whose job it is to carry around Carmex and hold it for one of the most intense players in the NBA.

Good Lord, I hope every player has a personal assistant like this. I'm going to go make friends with Adam Morrison so I can brush the lint off of his suits while he sits on the bench and make sure he has an adequate supply of Colgate toothpaste...

On second thought, no I'm not.

The Hardest Button to Button,
[z]ach