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Yaaaaaaaay happy 51st birthday, Gary Numan! It's time to break out the synthesizers, tambourines, eyeliner and cuddle up to your nearest Luke Boelitz look-a-like.

D:< !!!!!!!!!

OMGWTF WHY IS FLO RIDA (really creative, you asshole. I think my rapper name will have to be Massac Husetts... not funny) RUINING MY LIFE! First it was Rihanna ruining Dragostea din tei for us all, but then she got beat, so I'm not allowed to say anything bad about her.

BUT THIS MOTHERFUCKER went ahead and destroyed one of the most beautiful wannabe Boy George+David Bowie songs ever. Yes, I'm talkin bout Dead or Alive. Well fucking Flo Rida is DEAD TO ME. Supa playa hata if I ever saw one. I nearly jumped out of my seat when I heard it and a poor little junior didn't even know that it was a much better song before. If you can stand it, here's his fucking ABOMINATION of a song.

On the other foot, here's Falkor and some great hair to help you cope with all the grief:

the frenchies

This is pretty much why I like the French department: we spend a lot of time learning 80's disco songs. Also, we'll have the Frenchies smokin up in the parking lots in two months, which would be exciting but isn't because sadly they're all really weird, buy 10 million iPhones, and only do the exchange because they think they're going to partaaaay in America but then realize the only people doing the exchange are freshmen so they end up in pervy situations with Lincoln Gamble. And no one needs that.

P.S. I suspect I'm the only one still watching Proper Messy (for the accents, I promise) on BBC2, but today's episode was certainly a WHOA wasn't expecting that!

oh hei

WHOA THERE CRAZY EYEZ!!!!

Is it a man? Is it a woman? Dare I say pre-op tranny? Who cares, it's the fucking 80's!

I wonder if it's possible to go blind in one eye from wearing an eye patch all the fucking time. I hope he switches it around from eye to eye to prevent blindness because we can't have that going on, no offense blind people. In fact, if for some reason you're reading this out loud to your blind friend, feel free to leave out this bit.

Dead or Alive once again bring you into the beautiful world of... um, I'm not really sure, but you can be assured a couple of acid tabs were dropped while making this shit. Beautiful.

shiny!

When I mention an eye patch, bathrobe, and fabulous hair, if you're normal, like me, you think "Oh David Bowie, I love you so much." As much as I wish I'd somehow been a part of that movie masterpiece known as Labyrinth, I would definitely settle for being in this music video.

It's got the makings of all the beautiful and totally hot things that define the 80's (in my mind... my mother who was actually alive and lucky enough to be in Europe during this glamorous time, begs to differ). But seriously, though, this shit is amazing. It's got a disco ball and an androgynous lunatic in eyeliner who has great facial expressions and does bad dancing while waving a gold flag.

the funk of forty thousand years

According to Rolling Stone, your poor eyes may soon witness Michael Jackson's "Thriller" as a musical. They also said that:

"Michael Jackson will be a part of the creation of the musical in some capacity."

Yeah, it's because he's really busy not doing anything right now. I really hope that the musical is audience interactive and when they start dancing the entire audience is forced to start moon walking in place and hopefully Michael Jackson, himself, will swoop in halfway through the show on a wire and whisper to us. I'm not sure why all that would happen, but I think it would be pretty fucking hilarious. Also he's got such a soothing voice.

If I'm honest, actually, I wasn't aware that he was still alive. Which is good and bad, because he's been staying out of the news. But it's also kind of like how I didn't realize that Zsa Zsa Gabor was still around, though she still has a hot name for being 91 and Hungarian. I really hope that when I'm 91, I'll have come up with a sweet ass name and mugshot like that. Bunches seems to pale in comparison. Now, I may go with Mecca-Lecca-High-Mecca-Hiney-Ho.

Anyway getting back to topic, I'm not sure how I feel about this musical because it's only a six minute song and a fourteen-minute music video, but I doubt the world needs to sit through two hours of this shit.

he gave me a vegemite sandwich

Here are a bunch of Australians singing reggae.
I hope this brings a little joy into your life.

hot dayumm

Heylo,
If you are expecting to read about my deep philosophical opinions on poetry, Ionesco and Sartre, and talk about important films or whatever, you can be assured that this is not the place to be.
It is highly possible, however, that I will mention things like my disappointment in Venetian art and apprehension about Mannerism, blue book essays on Camus, research on court life under Charles I, celebrated biology teacher and femme fatale Celeste Payne, hipster spotting at the MFA, and the fact that I am a crazy Anglophile with a deep appreciation for things from the 80's and 90's and gingers. But! it's only because I actually manage to weave these things quite easily into conversation.
I hope you can join me in this little experiment of life.
You know what I'm talkin bout.

Finally, if you woke up this morning wishing for an acid trip, but was sorely disappointed, I bring you a crazyass video, in which, I believe the lead singer is called Steve Strange. Too good. If I ever start a band, I would definitely go the Sex Pistols route and make up my name (I'm leaning towards Bunches McGinty... it's got a ring to it, like Sid Vicious).
I am actually shocked that I've never heard of Visage before when they are clearly carbon copies of Boy George but with less Raggedy Andy hair and more drugs and male prostitutes. This is the kind of shit even I could put together with Samwell, his flamboyant backup singers, bedsheets, and my mother's make-up. Sounds sexy, if not disturbing. You're welcome.