Identity Theft by Nellie Mckay

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Because I’m tired of maturity, airport insecurity Runnin’ from the Thought Police, fightin’ with the go-betweens Hold up, let me steal a breath
‘Cause we’re dealin’ with identity theft

(You need an education)
I don’t see why I got to
(You need a good degree)
As to assimilate

So little time, so much to be bored by
If no one trod along Harvard lawn, no one’d make a nuclear bomb
They don’t teach you how to care, empathisin’ if you dare
Euthanize your sense of fair play, better to obey

No child is free, oh, why, it’s queasy to see
Is that an elementary or a penitentary

Huh, geez, get off my back
Beat it, take it to town, man
Idiots go to college to get dumbed down

Ooh, it leaves you bereft
Ooh, identity theft
I may be wrong, I don’t know why
I may be wrong, but I’ll try

Because I’m sick of the insanity, watchin’ horny manatee
Feelin’ like a libertine, dealin’ with the death machine
Hold ‘em up, it’s a street arrest
And we’re dealin’ with identity theft

(You need a publication)
I don’t see why I got to
(You need a press release)
As to assimilate

Journo-fascist profiteers, pornotastic pioneers
Bonbonbastic puppeteers, get away from me
How can you write what we read, that ain’t my reality
You disabuse humanity, humility and fealty

Oh, you guess you got an edge
Hiding your hedge from the feds
Puttin’ down the little veg
(Ignorance is a right, not a privilege)

I’m finished, done, and had it
And while you fucks are at it
As far as I’m concerned, Pluto’s still a planet

Ooh, you die a quick death
Ooh, identity theft
I may be wrong, I don’t know why
I may be wrong, but I’ll try

Because I’m sick of all the sabotage, where’s my female entourage
Lookin’ for some kind of closure, all I’m findin’ is Ray Bolger
Hold up, hell yeah, I’ll confess
‘Cause we’re dealin’ with identity theft

(You need an occupation)
I don’t see why I got to
(You need a boss to please)
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, you’re late

Yakety yak, don’t look whack, Nellie, you’re a heart attack
Murder, murder, on the wall, who’s the butchest one of all
(Where’d you get that vegan dress, a flea market)
Oops, I forgot, you design for Target
Shun violence and religion, don’t ever play with nuns

But I punched a man on Broadway just to watch him cry
Every guy I went to try said I fight him but I can’t think why

Bent unhinged and singed
I cringe to watch the main event
But in the end, there’s no success like revenge

Ooh, it leaves you bereft
Ooh, identity theft
I may be wrong, I don’t know why
I may be wrong, but I’ll try

Because I’m tired of hypocrisy, is it them or is it me
If Jesus Christ is left in ruin, Satan, buddy, how you doin’
Hold ‘em up, it’s a street arrest
And we’re dealin’ with identity theft

Because I’m tired of being sweet and nice
Fuck you once and fuck you twice
Show your passport, get that stamp
Funny like a nazi camp
Hold ‘em up, hell yeah, I’ll confess
‘Cause we’re dealin with identity theft

Visual Talking

Obama runs with Biden

Eat healthier, not cheaper!

The Richer, The Badder, probably, The Stupider

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Human stupidity amuses me.

O hai! Lipgloss videos! 

 

Obama runs with Biden.It just dawned on me that a reformatted computer = erased Y!M chat logs. *sighs* The memories, some good and some not so good, down the drain.

Fact: Everybody’s favorite word is their name

Saturday, August 23, 2008

 

 

Phelps is a Tiger

What do you buy or pay for?

Let’s get it owwwnaaaah!

(more…)

You know what will make me feel better today?

Friday, August 22, 2008

If we don’t handle this right, we’re all gonna get murdered… including her unborn British child.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

 

Hearing me talk about The Life Aquatic with Steven Zissou is like hearing a person on acid talk about it like she’s seen the movie on acid.

“It’s about a documentarist who goes on a voyage with his estranged son to look for the Leopard shark that killed his best friend. It has animations.”Festival Director: That’s an endangered species at most. What would be the scientific purpose of killing it? Steve Zissou: Revenge.

Steve Zissou: Are you sure?
Klaus Daimler: Yes, I am.
Steve Zissou: I don’t understand. Why?
Klaus Daimler: What do you mean?… Wait a second. What are we doing? You said cross the line if.
Steve Zissou: Cross the line if you’re going to quit.
Klaus Daimler: Oh… Do it again. I misunderstood.

Actually, it isn’t. That’s just how the movie goes. And said person saw the movie while nursing a hangover, so that’s why said person probably thought the movie IS on acid.

Being only my second Wes Anderson movie, Rushmore, being my first (I saw it over the summer of my sophomore year in high school. “I saw Rushmore over the summer. What have you done?”), I must admit that I have no solid opinion of this movie aside from (a) it’s pretty; (b) is that Cate Blanchett? (it is); (c) does anyone know where I can get that red beanie that the Zissou team wore?; and (e) the pirates are Filinos. ROFLZ.

But it’s one of those movies that leaves you thinking after you’ve seen it. Steve Zissou’s voyage seems outlandish and quixotic at first, but just like any hero’s journey, triumph comes in the end, as seen when Zissou is sitting on the steps of the theater house, obviously holding an award.

I was raised by my television

Monday, August 18, 2008

The Sony Bravia S series 20-inch LCD TV. 25,000 a pop.Naturally I’d want the pink one.

If only I wasn’t saving for the new VAIO C.

Click Here for Answers
Click Here for MOAR Answers

As much as I don’t want this to be a test post

Thursday, August 14, 2008

The initial reactions I got from friends after I enthusiastically SMSed them with “Guys! I got another blog! I dunno what to do with it!” were:

•  What the hell are you going to use that one for?
• “Lagyan mo na lang ng meme.”
• Sige, gamitin mo na lang yan (with them assuming I paid for it).

Yep, people, assuming people read this blog, a straight let down of my dreams of putting up mara.i.ph.

In some ways, I understand their skepticism. I am the last person on earth who should open another blog, seeing that I have a handful lying around the interwebz like poor, abandoned orphans. Hell, I even have a paid account for LJ that has been gathering dust for more than weeks now. But can you blame me? The lure of getting your name on an i.ph is just too tempting.

So what do we now, brown cow? Grab a coke, make yourself comfortable, and watch me make an ass of myself in a month by attempting to blog publicly after years of not doing so.

Please don’t feed the duck.