some people just can't handle their fanship

Now this may not be my particular area of specialty/interest, but I felt it necessary to comment on the events that occurred at the Palace of Auburn Hills last night. To be a rabid sports fan is in some ways like being a rabid music fan. I find a certain parallel in the douchebag music fans at shows who are drunkenly rude to the performers and to fellow show-goers and the out of control sports fans who embarass those around them with player and ref heckling. Now, in a case like last night's where Indiana Pacer's players were ATTACKED by Detroit fans (with beer, popcorn and fists) after a relatively normal court scuffle, it makes me feel like these are all the same people commiting these heinous acts of embarassment. I am sickened to be a Piston fan, and even more sickened at those who incited the riotous behavior that got Ben Wallace, Jermaine O'Neal, Stephen Jackson and Ron Artest suspended indefinitly. This should NOT be blamed on any Indiana Pacer, but rather at those moronic and out of control sports fans who felt it necessary to tamper with a sacred boundary between players and fans that also exists at musical concerts. There is a fine line, and throwing a full beer cup on a player is simply unacceptable. You disgust me, and to the fat man that was laid out by Artest, you deserved even worse.

Fox is in talks to do a sequel to Mrs. Doubtfire. If this were time-savvy, it would take place in heaven, for old Mrs. D would have croaked already. Good luck, Robin.

The Arcade Fire show on Thursday night was phenomenal, though derailed by events that make me sad to be involved with such a despicable city as Detroit. Ted Leo, who played last night at the Stick, seemed unusually stumbling and awkward. The show was preceded by hideously terrible acid-irish-folk-jig band the Tossers, who Jaki and Lacey both agreed needed to be gone after 1/2 of one Irish jig-ditty.

Play a fun game where you get to beat up Timberlake and Diaz as a low down dirty Paparazzi. [via defamer]

In response to deeg's post In response to a deeg entry, the infamously hott Facebook is something beautifully sculpted but culturally inept greek-students get their "i was too late for friendster or myspace" fix. granted, it is addicting to go through and look at their pretty faces and bland interests, it is still something truly, truly outdated. [this is a beckoning for lots of "friend" requests for me, hint hint hint]

also, a very happy 50th birthday (NOVEMBER 19th) to Dr. Bruce K, me papa!

heat wave of mutilation!

Okay so just what the fuck is going on with this heat?

Mere days ago I was wearing my winter jacket, snuggled happily against the faux-fur and today I'm in a tee shirt and my nose is sweating (and I haven't even eaten anything remotely spicey!). If Thanksgiving is one week away, I do not expect it to be nearly 65 degrees and sunny, sweating out the details of all two of my Thursday classes in discomfort. Give me 32 degrees and crisp and I'll be happy. I want to smell winter. Winter smells amazing. I do not want to have to turn the air conditioning on in my temperature challenged little attic room on a day damn near the first of December. In response to Buddy Rube's entry some days ago, I call for a change in climate--AND FAST.

How cute are ANIMALS CLOSE UP WITH A WIDE ANGLE LENS? I mean really, they're addicting! Who better to make this obvious factoid available and funny but Trey Parker and Matt Stone from last night's "Quest For Ratings" episode. Touche.

Apparently Ol' Dirty Bastard's memorial service was quite the tear jerker. Seriously. Who can win in this rap game (okay, Jay-Z, but who else?)? My question is where were Method Man, Redman, Ghostface Killah and the rest of the crew? Making deoderant commercials?

Helmer of the Spiderman's (#2 to be released on DVD 11/30) SAM RAIMI has revealed he will remake the horror cult classic EVIL DEAD! This is simply the greatest news since I found out that Mopsy (camp cook), drives a semi with her husband across the country between September and May (or something like that). Thanks to everybody who offered their imaginative thought as to where the hell she goes.

AUTUMNATTIC EXCLUSIVE NEWS : whether you care or not, Big Ticket Productions and U of M Hillel are going to be bringing emo-stalwarts Jimmy Eat World to Ann Arbor on April 7th. BIG OPENERS for the JEW's will be none other than the mic-swinging skinnies Taking Back Sunday. This is news that nobody really knows yet, except for the two to three people that read this blog. Anyway, though this is not the traditional lame jam band show that UM gets, I trust there will be an abundance of Greek life assholes there for me to scorn. That said, I think I may be able to free some space in the ol' calender for that April. Right after John Stewart--man I'm fillin' up fast.

hot buttered cream

I don't know why I continue to post rumored reunitings of classic rock bands, but here ya go: Cream is set to play a few gigs in early '05. How happy would William Miller be?

Word on the fantasy street is that Warner Brothers execs have hired a new scribe for Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. If you ask me, everything soured after Chris Columbus left and Richard Harris croaked. Bummer.

Screamo-proggers My Chemical Romance, who seem to have an unusal amout of street cred considering their watered-down genre, got in a tiff with California cops at a free parking lot performance at Best Buy. If they weren't hired by some scum suckers at "make emo-mall-punk-bigger-than-life-for-profit" promotions, they wouldn't have caused such a corporate ruckus and thus been left alone by the bothersome cops.

In the second day in a row of beating a dead horse, decent doo-wop rockers TV On the Radio have won a $10,000 Shortlist Music prize. Hopefully they will use that money to hire more white people to be in their rock band.

Liberals rejoice and stop whining : kerry may run again in '08 . Perhaps by then his face will have literally begun sliding off of his skeleton. At least there'll be no incumbent to influence worthless states like Ohio.

I am going to start doing more personal references on this blog [sorry]. Here's my first attempt. I have always wondered what summer camp cooks do in the winter. Clearly they have no marketable skills in the real food industry, be it the Chop House or Wendy's. I mean, who really would EVER put gummi worms in burnt-chocolate chip cookies? Just because something is lying around the kitchen, doesn't mean you just throw it in. With this said, I can only wonder how they spend their winter months. Are they cold? What do they eat? Do they sneak into the camp kitchen? This is dedicated to Mopsy and Gary specifically, but those K-Staff employees should also consider these things. Mopsy, if you are ever in the Kalkaska public library and stumble, at dial-up speed, to my blog, please respond by telling me exactly what you do between September and May. Thanks!

the sound of settling [a major label deal, that is]

And now, to beat a dead horse: Death Cab for Cutie have signed with Atlantic Records . This move is not shocking, yet also seems like a glimmer of a letdown for the thousands of handsomely introverted DCFC fans. Think of it, as, say, Ray Charles moving to the big leagues and making his country western album. Oh God no, DCFC, don't go that route. But you have Autumnattic's support.

Now this is just fucking unbelievable. TRISHELLE of Real World : Las Vegas is auctioning her precious time on Ebay . To spend a day with her (happy ending not guaranteed, but rather likely), you must drop at least $1,000. This price will go way up, too. And that's the sad part of our nation. Guess that's where you go after Real World and Surreal Life end, though don' t let the fact that I did wait in line to meet her two years ago at the Michigan Underground (but god dammit she was on the show then). Disclaimer--I will NOT be bidding, thank you very much.

Gear Up! This Thursday is Bear Hug Foundation Bar Night @ Dick O' Dows on Woodward. It's only $10, and you can finally see the administrators of Camp Tanuga in their element. Hell, I'll be there, why not?

Want to get me something for Hanukkah? Look at the KROQ 106.7 lineup of "Almost Acoustic Christmas" on 12/11 and 12/12. Could a radio-fest get much better? If not, I'll take a girlfriend! Californians always do it bigger and better, sheesh.

Let me vent one frustration on here: I have to complete both my English and Film/Video requirements by Spring 2006, right? Well I found out today I have more classes to take than I have time, so I will either have to sacrifice by doing spring term or stay, GASP, another semester. Not like I don't hang out with high-schoolers anyway, but COME ON! [POUT]

my cabinet is also shrinking

LET THE SEASON BEGIN! An uber-cool re-recording of the Band Aid X-Mas charity single "Do They Know It's XMas?" is being laid down as we speak. It's happening in the UK with lots of bodacious bands, singers and hip hoppers [single out 11/29]. It features THE DARKNESS. Think of it as the XMas UK version of the Marvin Gaye mish mash remake "What's Goin' On?" with all those pop tarts a few years back. [from stereogum ]

Did anybody even watch the American Music Awards last night? Word has it Anna Nicole Smith slurred her intro for Kanye West in a drunken stupor, but the bottom line is, no one gets or cares about AMA's except, like, Usher and Destiny's Child.

Art punk cult heroes Gang Of Four are reuniting for a short tour overseas! US tour slightly possible, marking their return from a stage hiatus since 1981! Before Autumnattic was even BORN. Booya!

Look Ma! I'm in da paper. Read my Mates of State review here (there are typos, courtesy of those darned editors, not ME)

Colin Powell resigns , making him the fourth cabinet member to do so since Bush's re-election, who sees a pattern? But really, Powell leaves a highly regarded and respected position up for the taking. It is probably the most disheartening thing since Bush won or since ODB died. Who will replace him?

Learn physics with Brit ! Surely she has never heard of conductors, vectors or cell structures. She can, however, digress about Marlboro's and Cheetos.

In a battle of the coolest computer animation, the Incredibles once again wins the week by derailing the mediocre Polar Express at the box office. Seriously that movie went nowhere once they got to the North Pole, not even for the inkling of Xmas cheer we Jews have inside of us.

In an astonishing turn of events, I have no one to go to Arcade Fire (Thursday) or Pixies (11/22) with. Takers?

bitch, gimme my money 'fo i croak

R I P : O D B : 1969-2004

Ol' Dirty Bastard, Dirt McGirt, Big Baby Jesus or whatever the hell your name was, I hope you are now living happily in purgatory with plenty of, how would you say, bitches, hos and coke and syringes and shit. Ladies and gentlemen, a fond farewell to one of the founding members of Wu-Tang Clan.

In other news, it looks as if our old travel buddy Dave Matthews has played another wedding/reception/barmitzvah/benefit type gig, this time for some Real Networks exec. Any guesses as to the high bid price tag of the night?

PS - if you have not heard of the neo-garage dream band The Futureheads , Autumnattic highly suggests you give a listen.