CAT PRIN — the tailor for a cat you know — it is — fact which will become dearer than former if a cat has clothes on

Don’t you doubt? “Although I want to dress with dress extravagant with my cat, doesn’t a cat dislike having” clothes on?
It is impossible that continue for time long to be sure, and you continue dressing a cat. But about [ to which you dress a cat and take a commemorative photo on special days, such as a birthday of a cat, ] is OK.

We want you to enjoy the clothes of the cat of CAT PRIN as follows by the reason for calling it …

1. You need to dress a cat. And you will say to a cat together with a family. “It has changed just for a moment”. [ “it being very dear” or ] You will pass pleasant one time.

2. If a family and a cat become fortunate, you will take a commemorative photo! Therefore, please photo your cat lovelily with much trouble.

3. If it finishes taking a photograph, you will make it remove clothes from a cat immediately. You will say then, without forgetting the language of gratitude to a cat. “– be flooded — a way — good — having done one’s best — ! — ”

Many, many, many more cats after the jump.

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Another record from a few years ago:  the soundtrack an imaginary film called “Mabuta no Ura” by Boris. This one isn’t really metal at all, and it’s not drone either, and for a band that likes really long songs there’s a lot of restraint here. Variety, too - Boris cover a lot of interesting ground in a bunch of short, shimmering songs. “Amber Bazaar” sounds like Muslimgauze, Duster-style spacerock takes over an a few tracks, and “Melting Guitar” is just that. It’s psych, but strictly modern psych. If this movie ever gets made, it’ll be filmed underwater.

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What is the most disgusting smell in the world? A steaming sack of McDonald’s in a Subway train.

I don’t need to explain it, but I will: Everybody in New York takes the subway. We ride it together every day. It’s a cooperative activity. We all have to wait on a freezing cold or boiling hot platform, we all have to dash for the train sometimes, we all get embarassed when we have to tug our sleeve or bag out of the vise-grip of the doors. It’s something we, as citizens, endure, because taking the train is the only option for pretty much everyone who isn’t lucky enough to be able to walk to work or school.

And then in comes the guy with his lunch. For some reason, those who dine á la MTA pack only the gnarliest, most pungent meals. It’s always pastrami or something. Let’s be straight: fast food is delicious, we all eat it every once in a while, but DAMN if it does not smell AWFUL, especially in an enclosed space (that usually stinks to begin with). Being surrounded by a whole bunch of people just getting off of work just maagnifies the discomfort. Having to suffer a bag of Wendy’s for eight local stops is enough to make me lose it.

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Guest-blogger Alexis here. The Oscars were actually good this year. I really liked the dancers who made themselves into the logo from the films. I especially liked their interpretation of “Snakes on a Plane.” It was very cute when the child actors announced the two short awards. Also good: Ellen. Also good: so many lesbians!

Signing off for now.

Alexis

So I really like The Mountain Goats. I get nerdy for John Darnielle (ref.) So how I missed The Extra Glens record (way back from 2002) is a little beyond me. I just picked up a copy this weekend at the awesome AKA Music in Philadelphia, and we listened to it on the way nack to NYC while a huge (at least, it seemed huge) blizzard tried to get me to drive my car off the road. I’m not saying this record will make you a better driver, but I refuse to attribute our survival tonight to pure chance.

As a side project (it’s Darnielle and Frank Bruno, frequent collaborator and member of Nothing Painted Blue), the Glenns sound a whole lot like the Goats - Darnielle’s up front, throwing it down lyrically, interesting arrangements behind him, though the Glenns are decidedly less sparse and rough than most of Darnielle’s output. The songs really seem measured and deliberate, and refreshingly poppy. Musically, Darnielle and Bruno are keeping it loose and fun - “Memories” sounds like JD channeling Bob Dylan behind a piano in a New Jersey hotel lounge. This is one of those records that a lot of Mountain Goats fans will probably love a whole lot as a break from protocol, and non-fans will get into if they ever hear it.

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The Extra Glenns - Going to Marrakesh

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This guy linked to some horses who, unlike these cats, are actually painted. Hopefully this will inspire a new generation to really get out there and forcibly colorize America’s wildlife.

Horses here via coolcatdaddy.blogspot.com

A while ago Slashfood reported on another delicious American-Idol-themed gastronomic abomination:

There’s something about “Soulful Sundae Cone” that just sounds obscene to me. Then again, the whole business of reality-television snack food is pretty obscene to begin with, eh? I want to try this stuff for sure - I only hope I can live with myself afterwards. My fat, fat self.

American Idol Ice Creams - Slashfood

So some guys in a boat caught a COLOSSAL SQUID (Mesonychoteuthis hamiltoni) off Antarctica, while it was eating a Patagonian toothfish (which also exists, I guess). Apparently the Colossal Squid is a lot like the Giant Squid, but (according to Wikipedia, always known for accuracy), besides being colassaler,

[u]nlike the giant squid, whose tentacles are equipped with suckers lined with small teeth, the suckers at the tips of the Colossal Squid’s tentacles have sharp swiveling hooks. Its body is wider and stouter, and therefore heavier, than that of the giant squid. Colossal Squids are believed to have a longer mantle than giant squids, although their tentacles are shorter.

Holy CRAP. SHARP SWIVELLING HOOKS? This just replaced the vinegaroon in my nightmares.

Via National Geographic, BBC

Here’s a picture of a Patagonian Toothfish. Delicious.

SO on Valentines Day, Alexis went to Jack’s 99 cent store on 32nd Street and bought me the greatest Valentines present I could ever have hoped for:

Yes, a “Tour Celebration Pack” of American Idol Pop-Tarts.

Now these bad boys have gotten some press, but there wasn’t much about how they taste. I mean, stars on the outside? Striped interior frosting-mush? “Wild Strawberry” must have something to do with Paula Abdul’s drug habits, and we’re going to find out what.

Even more urgent, though, is the question: What do American Idol Pop-Tarts MEAN? WHY do they exist? WHAT is God’s name are they made of? And WHO would eat such a thing?

Some basketball player on a box of Wheaties is one thing, or Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle gummy bears, sure, but American Idol? Are these ‘Tarts going to taste like Clay Aiken or something? Will we be critiqued on our eating style by cruel British homosexuals? The packaging is not all that revealing, although the website encourages us, the American Public, to dutifully “Snack like an Idol!” with these Patriotic Pop-Tarts, as, I imagine, Reuben Studdard does before his set at Mohegan Sun.

After the jump, a full report…

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