two weeks notice

Well, unlike my dream Ebert (I believe he can get me through the night), I liked Two Weeks Notice. ( Read more... )

accelerated career

When Aaliyah was alive, I was frustrated by the inconsistent quality of her work. She--especially when working with Timbaland--could create mind-controllingly good songs, but her albums were all filled with, well, filler. Most egregious example: In order to get "Are You That Somebody"--a song that owned my brain for much of the summer of 1998--I would have had to buy the whole Doctor Dolittle soundtrack.

I occasionally looked forward to the day when her greatest hits album would come out, and I could get all the lethal singles without much of the chaff. Unfortunately, at the rate she'd been making records ("Are You That Somebody" came in the middle of a five-year break between albums), the greatest hits album was a long way off.

Now the greatest hits album is out, and yet somehow I'm not happy.

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Later, it took the entire staff of a Barnes and Noble in-store Starbucks to transfer a just-baked, still-hot cookie mostly intact into a to-go bag for me. It was really good.

navel-gazing

And with that, I've made it to my second page of LiveJournal entries. Or, rather, with this. As I write this, there is a link to the "Previous 25 entries", but it leads only to this blissfully zen-gibberish observation:

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