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Greasy fast-food Lovin’

Posted in Uncategorized by m.snowe on March 23, 2010

You know how the old cigarette companies used to lure children by using cartoons in advertising campaigns in order to hook them on smoking for life (a shortened, cancerous life)? Well, m.snowe is simultaneously puzzled and highly amused, and can’t help herself from humming to the beat of the song linked below. But what exactly is this song trying to lure her in to? Should she feel famished? Should she feel tingly down there whenever she pulls up to the drive-thru? Should she alert the copyright and trademark lawyers at Burger King? Should Long-John Silver’s Hush Puppies have a whole new connotation? And most importantly, would she like fries with that?

Timbaland featuring J.T. (“TimberlandLake”)  in “Carry Out”

Lyrics (my additions/queries in red):

Baby, you’re lookin’ fire hot (as in flame-broiled)
I’ll have you open all night like an IHOP
(who you calling a short stack?)
I take you home baby let you keep me company
You gimme some of you, I give you some of me
(You know I won’t share my fries)

You look good, baby must taste heavenly
I’m pretty sure that you got your own recipe
(Ten secret spices, yup)
So pick it up, pick it up, yeah I like you
I just can’t get enough I got to drive through
(hmmm)

Cause is me, you, you, me, me, you all night
Have it your way, foreplay
(Trademark lawsuit!)
Before I feed your appetite

Let me get my ticket baby, let me get it line (Now we’re at a deli counter?)
I can tell the way you like it, baby, supersized
(Wow, that’s original)
Hold on, you got yours, let me get mine
(Do the orgasms come with this?)
I ain’t leavin’ till they turn over the closed sign

Check it

Take my order cause your body like a
carry out
(In the UK they’d have to change this to “take away”)
Let me walk into your body until you
hear me out
Turn me on, my baby don’t you
cut me out
Turn me on, my baby don’t you
cut me out

Take my order cause your body like a
carry out
Let me walk into your body till it’s
lights out
Turn me on, my baby don’t you
cut me out
Turn me on, my baby don’t you
cut me out

Number one, I take two number three’s (Newsflash: JT soon to be obese)
That’s a whole lot of you and a side of me.
Now is it full of myself to want you full of me?
And if there’s room for dessert then I want a piece

Baby get my order right, no errors (Like that ever happens)
Imma touch you in all the right areas
I could feed you, you could feed me
Girl, deliver that to me, come see me

Cause is me, you, you, me, me, you all night (Wait, I thought this was fast food?)
Have it your way, foreplay
Before I feed your appetite

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Again with the Necromancy Fancy

Posted in Uncategorized by m.snowe on March 23, 2010

Remember when m.snowe talked about the speculation over Jane Austen’s death? Well, apparently, these folks at the NYTimes are much more interested in learning about a female writer’s mysterious demise than they are about getting people to actually appreciate her literature.

Here’s a poorly titled mini-article on Virginia Woolf’s offing. Don’t get us wrong, new correspondence being released to the general public is great (we do appreciate this book, so how can we complain?). But “shed light”? Really, NYTimes?

A. We’re just repelled when anyone uses that turn of phrase in this circumstance. Can you really “shed light” upon a suicide? Because last time we checked, there ain’t much that’s shiny and sun-kissed about walking into a body of water with rocks in your pockets. And depression is a complex, psychological condition. Someone else’s letters aren’t exactly going to get any closer to Woolf’s state of mind at the time.

B. What “new” information do these letters tell us, exactly? If you’re looking for what other people were thinking and feeling around the time of her death, then fine. There’s nothing here about Woolf herself that we didn’t already know.