funniest shit ever

tenacious d and the pick of destiny. so fucking hilarious.

opinions.

1) tim and eric, awesome show great job! is really funny and absolutely ridiculous.
2) saul and the molemen. i think i like.
3) hogan knows best. i want to stab his wife and daughter within an inch of their white haired lives.

Oscars

i know it is actually a golden globe award (i think)but you get the drift. it fits into the theme of this here post...the oscars. the award show that for some reason andy and i watch every year, and every year i cry. this year, it was jennifer hudson that made me cry. good for her! also, i hate beyonce and she was so jealous she was spitting hair extensions. however, i am so disappointed that not only did LEO not win, he didn't even win on a sympathy oscar to peter o'toole, who is so old i thought for sure he'd die last night. also, didn't care about anything else. it was cool to see coppola, lucas and speilberg give scorcese an award, but that's about it.

WillowStreet

it's sunday. the show was thursday. i have not been able to get on here long enough to write about it and for that i apologize.
thursday night @ willow street was promising to be an exciting event. i thought for sure it would be reminiscent of the days of yore at marty's. alas, the night fell far from my hyped up expectations. i was so disappointed. i couldn't even write about it until just now.
now, echo station was magnificent. they played really great; their songs sounded wonderful despite the fact that you couldn't understand what they said between songs cuz the mikes kinda sucked. the video came out absoulutely brilliant, and in all it was one of the best shows they played. kevin pulled through as joebags' substitute guitar player, and it was cute to see andy and kevin together on stage. it was also really kind of trippy to see echo station on stage at willow street. kenneth rolfson remarked how insane it was to see them up there...it was almost more remarkable than seeing them at mercury lounge.
what fell short of what i was hoping for the night was the fact that the place wasn't as crowded as i'd hoped. looking back, marty's was about 1/4 the size of willow street, so if we were in fact there we'd have been squished up to the front and it would have seemed more crowded. maybe because they went on so early, and it was a thursday night, the crowd wasn't as manic as they have been in the past. i myself was too self-conscious to dance wildly. by "debbie" the crowd had come up towards the front and were more into it, but again, there was no crazyass balls to the wall mosh pit as there has been for "mr. heartbreaker". maybe next time.
i am giving you a little taste of the night here. it is of course "heartbreaker" cuz it's the best...um. it's taking forever to upload to youtube. hopefully it will also be available in full length on the echo station website.
echo station rocked out "i am jack's broken heart" which was just amazing...they did a cover of "sucked out" by superdrag (that kevin ended up singing) and steve ended the night with his passionate rendition of "breed" by nirvana. i wish that they'd played for like an hour longer.
we saw part of love panther who rocked, but totally missed infectious by nature, since my dumb brother wouldn't babysit and mark and becky were home with the baby, and mark had work the next day. so we had to leave. it sucked. another reason i was so bummed about it.
let's see if my video has uploaded...oy, it says 100% but seems to be frozen. don't you hate that?
here it is. it will take 10 minutes from THIS MINUTE to actually be viewable so if you're on here before 1:15pm on sunday, just check back soon.

on a totally different note, did you know that "my super ex-girlfriend" was filmed at port chester high school??? it was insane to see the high school in a movie starring luke wilson and uma, and even crazier when we saw my brother's best friend eric aka bubba in the background. we were screaming like maniacs. we were all "holy shit!!! it's bubba!!" the movie was kind of suckfest, but worth watching if you once graced the halls (and gym and science rooms) of PCHS.

american idol

really blows monkey goat chunks this year. the only reason to even watch is to see just how far the simon-ryan feud goes. all those white-trash white girls need to get the fuuuuck out. they suck.

it may make you feel...

wow. did you ever see something that made you made you feel nauseated and disturbed? and really affected you? like that movie "subUrbia" which made me have a full out mental breakdown for some reason, or the inside photographs in tool's "opiate" cd? well, i just witnessed something to that effect. it's called "fish kill flea," and it's made by a kid i went to high school with and some friends of his. and it's about the dutchess mall. which a lot of people won't get. because here in westchester, you didn't grow up with this small yet happening mall. a lot of my childhood memories revolve around this here mall. like "gee wiz" that ultratrendy gadget store. or DEB, where christina and i tried on prom dresses in 5th grade. or that other store...shit...i cannot remember the name of it...did it have fox in the name?? dammit...we got mini skirts and long star earrings here...foxmore? was that a store in the late 80s/early 90s? anyway, this mall is apparently now a decrepit, decaying flea market.
when i was in 6th grade i wrote a book called "the mangler's woods." someday i may just have to publish it on here, cuz it was just brilliant (in an absolutely retarded way). anyway, in this fine novel, i moved INTO the dutchess mall. this is how high my fondess of memory is of this joint. there was a JAMESWAY in it. what is a jamesway anyhow? okay, eventually that jamesway became a SERVICE MERCHANDISE again what is that?
okay.
here is the official business, accd. to the myspace page of FISH KILL FLEA:
FISH KILL FLEA is a feature-length documentary that was produced, shot and directed by Brooklyn-based filmmakers Brian Cassidy, Aaron Hillis & Jennifer Loeber.

SYNOPSIS: Once thriving, a dead mall in upstate New York is now home to a ragtag flea market, living proof that the American Dream is in perpetual decay. Blending verite with a stylized wit, this heartbreaking portrait raises questions about our disposable culture through the unfiltered lives of its eccentric community.

it kind of reminds me of one of those indie, creepy, disturbing movies starring chloe sevegny, most especially "gummo," where it's ever so weird and upsetting to the viewer cuz at the end of your mind you have the sneaking suspision that this fucked up place is very very real. WELL THIS IS REAL!! it's not even loosely based on something real. i am so distressed right now. go watch the trailer. it rocks!

oh and it's debuting at the "south by southwest" film festival (yes, that's the SXSW thing we've spoken about in regards to music before...). as their blog states:
We're happier than a piglet in his first mud puddle, because Fish Kill Flea will make its world premiere as a documentary feature at this year's South by Southwest Film Festival (March 9th - 18th). YES! We'll be a part of the "Emerging Visions" section, and while we don't yet have any screening times available, we'll be sure to update here and on our main blog as soon as we do. UPDATE: SXSW Screening Times can be found on the main page of our MySpace profile or on our blog (click above). Let us just reiterate: YES!!!

Lady Jaded hailed as Big Winner

this is what the a.i. bulletin read earlier today:
Congratulations to the following fans who each will receive an 8 x 10 glossy autographed by Nick, Zack and Milen!

* Caitlin
* Crystal
* Lisa Marie
* Rose
* Lady Jaded
* Joshua
* Melissa
* Tamsin
* Sharlene
* Matt
* Victoria
* Rosie

Not to worry everyone...we've got more chances to win prizes and free A.i. goodies coming your way.

And don't forget that we'll be dropping part 2 of the A.i. podcast recorded at KROQ this Friday. We'll be debuting clips from 3 more songs on "Sex & Robots" so be sure to download and listen in.

xoxo,
A.i.


hurray for me! after being a zach young fan for 14 years (ew i'm old) it pays off!! i am so stoked!

today i had blood taken and yes, anxiety attack #3 this week. so severe i needed smelling salts. stay tuned for more on this saga...

your proverbial LOL

fat tuesday

hi everyone, and happy fat tuesday! in more traditional and popular terms, that's mardi gras. fat tuesday, or carnival, is a tradition my mother started to observe when we first moved to port chester. it means, get fucking fat! seriously. it's the day before ash wednesday, which all us catholic nuts know means lent is starting. not that i've observed lent since i was at st. columba (pre9thgrade) or since the pope (the old one, not the nazi) said it was OKAY to eat meat on the friday that st. patrick's day happened to fall on. what?? you change this supposedly unfallable doctrine because...of a FAKE holiday? so that we can eat CORNED BEEF? ridiculous. anyway, not to be all heretical, just venting somethings i hate. so yes, it's fat tuesday, and my mother makes a helluva feast tonight (i am aware that she will have sausage soup which is orgasmic) and this is to prepare us for the sacrafices and fastings of lent. for me, i'm just going to get my ass back in gear and stick to my diet. i have to. my fat pants are getting kind of...well, they're not falling off anymore. i suck!
dude, i cut bangs today, a la kelly clarkson. i'm trying to upload them as we speak (pictures, not my bangs). why did i do it? cuz i'm bored of my hair. and cuz i dreamt all night about lorene, who herself cut some amazing bangs. i like.
okay, here i am:





also, do you like my cool pose?

not very poetic ode to willow

time: 10:08
tunes on the iPod: spacehog "resident alien"
memory: age 17, cold wintery night, walking with robbie and andy from fairhaven...could we have really walked all the way to willow? to see the new obsession of ours, spacehog. it was january 26, 1996. we hung out upstairs for most of the night, but were right in front of the stage (and the bassist's crazy blue suede sneakers)for the entire show, singing along to "zeros" and "space is the place" and duh, "in the meantime." the show was amazing. obviously, i still remember it and it was almost 10 fucking years ago. despite the large quantities of vivarin that were consumed.

time: 10:14
tunes on the iPod: (hang on, lemme shuffle...)sElf "subliminal plastic motives"
memory: age 17, at willow street, with the gang (the seven sisters and our boys)and we're standing by the merch booth. lisa and i are checking out this hot (but short) guy with greenish spikey hair. and somehow, she ends up with a backpack full of sElf tees (i still have mine, faded as it is). and somehow HE ends up on stage. because of course he is matt mahaffey, lead singer and pure genius behind sElf. we freak out. but keep the tees.

time: 10:17
tunes on the iPod: (what the fuck did i listen to when i was 20??? ilyssa???) okay, this is random, but it reminds me of the era... the prodigy "the fat of the land."
memory: age 19. it's after a performance...of a play...at the CASTLE. shit, what was it? maybe our random play of various scenes? but brian beadle was there...was he in it? god, i don't remember the details. i remember it was coldish, early spring. our old and wonderful theater group was there (ilyssa, dean, anthony, felicia, michelle, and of course brian who i've mentioned already). we were there to see funky espresso (sorry!) and somehow brian got me a bracelet so that i could hang out upstairs AND drink! and since i was only 19, this was awesome. we had so much fucking fun upstairs that night, playing pool, just hanging out. i love my sister, ilyssa!!!

time: 10:21
tunes on the iPod: (i know exactly what i need here...)the misfits "the misfits"
memory: front of the crowd once again, but this time at the misfits show with rebecca and todd squad. and next to the cutest little goth boy you could ever imagine. i think he was like 14. that night, dean and joe were there. despite the fact that it was a misfits show, joe was wearing his work clothes. like business attire. and so were tommy and sandra, but they wouldn't talk to me. i still don't know why. the crowd broke down the in-front-of-the-stage-barriers. and todd got on stage after the show and was so nervous about talking to the misfits that he tripped over a cord and fell down. hahaha.

time: 10:24
tunes on the iPod: (i'm seriously changing cds every time) H2O "Go!"
memory: oh boy. this is the best show. i'm 20, attending manhattanville, and it's the ultimate peak of the hardcore scene in westchester. we're all at the show, including andy somehow. and becky and danny who were boyfriend and girlfriend (!)and jen schayg. and maybe kevin? and becky is only 16 yet she buys herself a red stripe and yet the motherfuckers won't serve me. and there is this kissing fiasco. becky kisses jen. and then danny kisses jen. by the end of the night, becky breaks up with danny. because he kissed jen. after she did. and we're all getting on stage and stagediving and it is just so much crazy fun!!!!

time: 10:29
tunes on the iPod: (i miss H2O Go! i'm glad i listened to them for a second.) echo station "claire, live and rare" (you know damn well i'm listening to leia!)
memory(or, prediction): age 28. an insane amount of people from the past, present and future are gathered at what was once a beacon of awesome rock shows and is now the bane of what has happened to westchester in general. four amazing bands take the stage (without any technical difficulties) and rock the pants off the entire club. the managers/owners are so impressed by the turn out and amount of alchohol sold that they decide to scrap the whole $2 hooker thing and start inviting bands back. bands like cKy and less than jake. and echo station.
(now i'm listening to the echo station ep, and getting pumped up by "i am jack's broken heart" YAY i am so excited for thurday night!!!)

the soul of art

i would consider myself an artist, in a very abstract sense of the term. i am a writer (despite what you may think from my random diary entries here) and a poet. i am creative. however, i do not pretend to make a living this way. while i would just about do anything to make money for my writing (again, my fiction, you haters)or poetry, i made damn sure to have a back up plan in case i couldn't get by (or figure out a way to even begin) making a living through my passion.

however.

some people are amazing enough to follow their dreams to the point that yes, that is what they do. be it painting or drawing, music, acting or writing, these people inspire and awe me.

andy's cousin is one of these fantastic people.

her name is lori earley, and she is one of the most amazing artists i've ever seen. her work, which is largely portraits of haunting, sexy, beautiful women, has been displayed across the country. as a matter of fact, she has a solo exhibit coming up in april 2007 at the Opera Gallery in the city. she has been interviewed and featured on fuse (which is like a cooler version of mtv) and you can see that interview and listen to lori explain her passions and inspiration right here. it's from a segment about "the dark side of art," and is from an opening at the Strychnin Gallery. lori's pictures make me want to become one of these girls. something about the haunted, alien beauty that they exude...i am itching to include one of the portraits on this blog, but don't want to do so without permission, so i urge you to check out her website, www.loriearley.com, and look at the gallery. you will NOT be sorry that you did.

why does TOOL do this to me?

i used to love tool with a passion and obsession that was quite intense. after the last show we saw them (msg, circus freaks, unable to see the stage)i kind of got mad at them. oh and the annoying cd, the lateralus one. with all the long jammy weirdness. while the long annoying weirdness of aenima became a soundtrack to my life, the new long annoying weirdness seemed kind of pretensious. anyway. i'm all over the place here cuz i think i have mono. so tool is touring. but not in the nyc area. which is annoying. not that i ever go to concerts in big arenas anymore (when you have floated around roseland listening to tool, and then sat in ballsack seats at mgs, barely able to hear, the decision is easy to make)i still think they should come see me.
here is what jason @ product shop wrote:
Following the surpring news that they'll be appearing at Bonnaroo, Tool have announced of headlining tour dates. The band is still out promoting their least critically-acclaimed album 10,000 Days. While the last leg of the tour saw the band tour without as much theatrics, this leg will include a heavy dose of computer annimation and stage props.

Some of these shows are already on sale, but most go on sale this weekend......

TOOL TOUR DATES


Mar. 15 - Las Vegas, NV The Pearl
Mar. 16 - Las Vegas, NV The Pearl
Mar. 18 - Reno, NV Reno Events Center
Mar. 20 - San Diego, CA Cox Arena
Mar. 21 - Tucson, AZ TCC Arena
Mar. 23 - Albuquerque, NM Tingley Coliseum
Mar. 24 - Las Cruces, NM Pan American Center
Mar. 26 - San Antonio, TX AT&T Center
Mar. 27 - Corpus Christi, TX American Bank Center
Mar. 29 - Oklahoma City, OK Ford Center
Mar. 30 - Southaven, MS Desoto Civic Center
Mar. 31 - Baton Rouge, LA River Center
Apr. 02 - Pensacola, FL Pensacola Civic Center
Apr. 03 - Tallahassee, FL Leon County Civic Center
Apr. 05 - Tampa, FL USF Sundome
Apr. 06 - Orlando, FL Amway Arena
Apr. 07 - Coral Gables, FL Bank United Center
Apr. 10 - Duluth, GA Gwinnett Center
Apr. 11 - Winston-Salem, NC Joel Lawrence Arena
Apr. 13 - Birmingham, AL Oak Mountain Amphitheater
Apr. 14 - Greenville, SC Bi-Lo Center
Apr. 15 - Richmond, VA Richmond Coliseum
Apr. 17 - Reading, PA Sovereign Center
Apr. 18 - University Park, PA Bryce Jordan Arena
Apr. 20 - Albany, NY Times Union Center
Apr. 21 - Atlantic City, NJ Boardwalk Hall
Apr. 22 - Portland, ME Cumberland County Civic Center
Apr. 27 - Quebec City, Quebec CANADA The Colisee
Apr. 28 - Montreal, Quebec CANADA Bell Center
Apr. 29 - Hamilton, Ontario CANADA Copps Coliseum

i fucking hate automated phone calls.

i have been on the phone with a credit card company for 30 minutes just going around in circles. why the hell do they not have a "if you want to speak to a real person press star" option? it is making me insane. and juliet keeps coming in and trying to get me to play with her and i feel bad cuz i cannot cuz i'm talking to fake robotic people.
and when did the robots get all animated? like, instead of sounding like lifeless drones they are all perky and full of life, yet in a sickly robotic way.scary.

and what was worse was the asshole guy i just spoke to.

this weekend flew by in about 3 seconds. i hate that. where is time going? luckily for me this week is really easy. i'm only working about 7 hours. 2 of which are today.

saturday night, andy and i went with steve and jen to see marc spitz's new play "your face is a mess." first we went to our cool new spot, b bar and grill. andy and i found the place last may on our anniversary. my favorite restauraunt with the heart shaped ravioli was an hour long wait, and i hate waiting, so we wandered around until we found this wonderful spot, filled with sparkling lights and an outdoor area. the food is wonderful and their fresh watermelon marinis are amazing. i will make them this summer. after dinner, the play. it was really funny. it was in a terribly small and stuffy little place downstairs from kgb bar in the kraine theater. you could tell that a good writer wrote the play because while it was by no means a professional show, it was cutting and good and it made you feel something (this is highly unlike "angry young women" which made me think a very dumb and cocky male wrote it as a joke to put on for his frat buddies)despite the fact that it was slightly amaturish. the lead female (Camille Habacker) bothered me because, much like pochahantis at the animal kingdom, she was such a dramatic overacting stage actress. the rest of the cast was fantastic. there was, in fact, a nude scene. the play is only running for 3 weeks, so buy your tickets soon. i recommend seeing it, it's worth the $15.





unfortunately, i had an anxiety attack in the middle (towards the end) of the show. it's been coming on for days now, and without rhyme or reason. it was unduly hot in the theater, and i was crazy embarrased to have to climb over many people to get out. and then had to lie on the cool concrete of the dirty bathroom to feel better. these anxiety attacks (sometimes directly correlated to blood and vein things, sometimes out of thin air)are something that have plagued me for ages. it sucks. i remember one time in 10th grade bio when we were watching a video about hearts and veins and well, the cirulatory system. almost went down. at least loverboy original asked me if i was okay. i'll never forget that. it also happened when we went to see hannibal. the brain eating scene. anyway.

the best part of the night was the part where we had friendly's delicioso ice cream with lots and lots of peanut butter sauce from the crazy eyed waiter. then it started to snow.

i need more coffee. juliet is watching dora the explorer. her voice (dora's) grates on my nerves like i cannot tell you.

echo station on Nylon Magazine?

you should vote for them as many times as you can.
go to the Contest Page
or
http://creative.myspace.com/groups/_ag/nylon/index.html

and vote for echo station
www.myspace.com/echostation

crackwhore

who wants to place bets on how soon child services come and take her munchkins away?



p.s. in her defense, she looks cuter w/no hair than she did with the bleached extensions. and if i had 2 babies that quickly, i'd probably have gone mental too.

i broke my computer.

i seriously don't know what the hell i did but something is dreadfully wrong with my screen right now.

but i wanted to share this with you:
the new nine inch nails single 'survivalism' is now playing on radio stations nationwide. you can listen to it on the nin myspace page, along with another track from year zero: 'my violent heart.'

year zero: april 17th, 2007.
track listing:
01 hyperpower!
02 the beginning of the end
03 survivalism
04 the good soldier
05 vessel
06 me, i'm not
07 capital g
08 my violent heart
09 the warning
10 god given
11 meet your master
12 the greater good
13 the great destroyer
14 another version of the truth
15 in this twilight
16 zero-sum


www.nin.com

did i ever tell you about how a year ago this march i came so close to having sex with trent reznor? yea. i was the only old woman pushing 30 (well, since i was only 27 at the time, that's not true. especially since there was an actual 30 year old woman in the front WITH me. with a lot of blond hair. that was in my mouth a lot.) right in front at the show at the house of blues in ac? oh my dear sweet lord above. never will i ever forget the magnificence of that night. trent. i still swoon. even tho i don't love the shaved head look. or the really muscled look. oh well.

for therese, my love

everyone else, please go to dustinland and amuse yourselves with his brilliance. also, the animated version of birdy is STILL UP!!!

ball juice mc peachy

in case you were wondering, "employee of the month" was fucking awful. jessica "boobs magee" simpson just stood around with her simpsons hanging out making weird, bucktoothed duck faces all night. i know ducks don't have teeth. it's a wonder to me too. and dane cook. seriously. who wrote this godforsaken flick? oh, joe simpson's name was somewhere in the credits. they even made my favorite harlan williams unhilarious.
dumb.
however, other comedian specials you should check out if you would care to do so include:
katt williams (the pimp chronicals part 1), who i at first was annoyed at cuz 1)that freaking "nephew" snoop dog was in his intro, and he is just...i don't know. something about him makes me very frightened. even if my mom likes him. and calls him "my nephew." 2) he just kept saying "motherfucker" a lot. then presto chango, he turned into a wiley and wonderful little man. i especially love the part where he starts saying "fuck michael!" over and over. he gets so heated. about michael jackson, of course. hilarious.
don't believe me? i accept your challange:

and
demetri martin. person. seriously. go to this here website and watch him. you will laugh. you will love. i swear it.
he is a very smart and intellectual kind of comedian. and he is multitalented. you should see him play guitar. piano. harmonica. and bells. and draw. with two hands. wonderful. here's his myspace. friend him. do it. http://www.myspace.com/demetrimartin
and in keeping with the spirit of the comedian obsession (i am obsessed with comedy shows, i assure you. didn't know? you learn something new everyday!)felicia michaels is on comedy central right now. i LOVED her when i was a teenage metalhead. i think it was her bangs. and the fact that her last name was "michaels." as in bret. also, she played uncle joey's girlfriend on full house once. she has a funny voice. she cracks me up.
so does nick swanson. who is coming up next. we call him "tug job" for short. he is in reno 911 as the rollerskating gay prostitute (who gives tug jobs) and grandma's boy, which is the funniest movie ever. which you'd never think. you'd think a hyped up movie like employee of the month would be. but it isn't.

on a more musical note. remember that band i told you about, ai? with our old friend zach young (who is not really our friend but we feel like he is since we've been listening to his music since we were 14). well, they're having a contest to see who will promote them on their myspace pages, and i was like, eff myspace, check out my BLOG! so i want to give them another shout out here, and say to you ,dear reader,(i love stephen king so much i'd go to a red sox game with him and him alone)(even tho i do love denis leary too), GO CHECK THEM OUT. GO FRIEND THEM ON MYSPACE. LISTEN TO THEIR MUSIC. LEAVE THEM A COMMENT. TELL THEM LADY JADED SENT YOU. (not lady jane.haha).

oh, and their website is aimusic.com however i don't know if it's www or http or what.

final news of the night. while watching the awful movie, somehow andy managed to BREAK MY FUCKING TOE. i kid you not. i saw stars. and then, i saw his face. and when i saw his face ("i wasn't expecting that one" eyes wild and hair all askew) i knew for sure something dreadful had happened. he said he heard a "snap, crackle and pop." he thought it was my whole ankle. alas, it is my fucking (blue and crooked) toe. i nearly passed out. (of course). i also nearly passed out last night during grey's anatomy (which was AWESOME, despite the fact that i nearly passed out).

okay. good night.

seriously, go to that website.

birdy...

eventually all of this will be viewable...
and now, they are.

my love.

for hundreds more click here...

randomality

this is the man i'm in love with.

so the weather is awful. it is bitterly cold and icy and dangerous, yet not snowing so there was no cancellations of life. boo! i did however pretend that juliet had a 2 hour delay so i didn't go to work til 11, but i saw both my kids, so i didn't actually play hookey. i've decided that i will absolutley be taking next friday off so as to have a lot of fun at willow street next THURSDAY!!!

as i've mentioned a thousand times before, we are transfering tapes to the computer (or compulier as juliet would day)and thus watching old tapes. holy shit. what i saw last night.
1) the 1999 documentary. starring me the big mouth idiot, a very young andy, therese and danny (who we miss in a way that makes us weep with sorrow), and kevin and kenny, who are actually little kids (like 15) and of course, those who know, know what awful things happened in this documentary (i will forever be so sorry for the awful words i screamed at our young diggowatz. it was the natty ice, i swear). it was also the origination of "fun things to do in the winter."
2) my after-rehersal-dinner party. so much fucking fun. this video makes me so sad, because a. danny and therese are faaaaaar away b. it's not the night before my wedding every night c. "you drive me seven!" oh my god. more fun has yet to be had. amie is bombed off her balls, and danny is doing this tap dance routine, jimmy is unsuccessfully trying to figure out how to play shoulders, therese is videotaping and narrating everything, and everything is fucking hilarious, jen's voice is as high as a humming bird (i miss that!). AND it made me remember...Birdie!! so i want to put a link to birdie right on my blog. so that everyone may enjoy and rejoyce in he who is birdie. plus after that is the video of us dancing to "lady marmalade" at my wedding. again, SO much fun! i want to go back! i wanna do it again!!

that's all. i actually also watched a video from when i was 6 and the world's most annoying child (which led me to believe that i will most likely not have another child too soon, since, while i love juliet and don't find her annoying, she is a LOT like i was as a kid...uh oh). it's almost friday. hip hip hurray! that's what one of my kids says when he wants me to go away!

v-d

so i spent my wonderful, snowed in valentine's day watching roswell and sleeping. roswell confused the shit out of me, because i'd never seen it before. and as i was flipping by, i saw dr. izzy stevens from seattle grace, with short brown hair, so i was like, i didn't know she was on roswell. i knew the girl from the ever so wonderful movie "shreik if you know what you did last friday the 13th" the ORIGINAL spoof of horror movies (which also has tom arnold in it, and of course, harley cross.)was in it, Majandra Delfino, and that cute guy from some vampire movie. anyway, did you know that they are aliens on roswell? like, the 3 main characters. but somehow their PARENTS don't know. i don't get it. but i did get sucked in.

anyway.

i also ate, along with my soon to be diabetic daughter, a ton of valentine cupcakes that we made for her class. she ate 3 for breakfast (as did i, a whore's breakfast as shep walker likes to say)and one for lunch and dinner, but as a dessert. andy just decided to brave the ice to get us some valentine pizza. (it's not really valentine pizza, but pizza in general).

good news: i found daniel vosovic's myspace and website!

right now we are transfering old home movies. yes, the echoset is done, and we're onto the lives and times of juliet. we watched the very graphic and actually nauseating birth of young jules, and right now my shower is on. i am one ugly and fat motherfucker. i weigh about 310 and my nose is as wide as my face. my girls who are pregnant are definately having boys, cuz they are far too cute to be having the beauty stealing girls.

this one is for christina

this is a banner for the band a.i. zach young (of Bad 4 Good fame) is in the band, and i'm kind of sure he's the drummer. so dista, i hope you can see this, and how cute our young zach (haha) is! oh and you can click on the banner to check them out.

Where is the Fucking Snow?

i mean to the point that my supervisor just sent out a company-wide "snow policy" email. if it's just another mistake of the weather men of this godforsaken world, i will be so freaking pissed off. i am fully counting on having a snow day tomorrow. a really bad, everything-is-cancelled-including-juliet's-daycare, no one's going anywhere kind of day. that would make it a really meaningful Valentine's day.

speaking of which, i fucking hate V-D. despite the fact that i got engaged on this holiday, ever so many years ago.

anyway, i had a few things to say.

one, dinosaur jr. is coming out w/a new cd, original line-up. anyone who recalls listening to dino jr. on their walkman on the school bus instead of talking to other people while in high school and wants to check it out can click here!Thanks to Stephen J of E/S for the info.

two, echo-lution. i was thinking about how i listed all these diehard echofans of the past, present and future, and realized that two very important ladies need to be added to the list. they may as well be echowives despite the fact that neither of them are dating any member of echo station. they are at every single damn show, regardless of time, venue, city, state, you get me. plus they're also at every get together as they are our dearest friends. of course i'm talking about suzi eye and stacy chicky. in the same vein, i must mention the BEADLE CREW. if they hadn't been at all the shows through-out the past 6plus years, would our AmyBeets and MikeMoody.com gotten together? i love thinking about shit like this. i love these people who are so goddamn supportive. it makes me feel all warm inside. watching the rye rec show(in other words, the first echo station show)i recall the girl who got them the gig, kerry, and the fact that she came all the way to brooklyn to show her love and support. all these years later. and finally, for now, is the JoeBags crew, i.e. his DAD who used to be rockin out at every fucking show, along with lisa d., jess, and all of joe's cousins. i'm just thinking about willow street. if all of these people came out, just in town, to support the boys, as they have been doing, that place is going to sell the fuck out. like marty's used to. remember the time my mother and father came to a show and THEY WOULDN'T LET THEM IN BECAUSE THEY WERE TO CAPACITY?? that is so awesome.

and to everyone else who has supported echo station, i'm sorry i'm not thinking about you right now. i think you all rock!!

my absoulute favorito U2 song is on right now. it is making my heart break. it is "all i want is you." sigh.

is it snowing yet?

anywho, i think i'm going to write some more stories. cuz i've been inspired by U2. c.m.l.h., you know why.

echo memories again.

yes. i cannot help but write more about echo station.
we've spent the entire day transfering videos to the computer so that we can burn them to dvd to prolong their prosperity. as i type, i am listening to a marty's show, and my boys are playing Veitnam! imagine if they played that now? us old school echo fans would probably die dead on the floor. there was really something to be said about how the band came together like they did, and how instant the chemistry was. the music is phenomenal, but there's something more, some kind of magic. "it's a kind of magic..." and watching those videos, from as many as 6 fucking years ago, it freaks me out. in those 6 years, so much has happened. those boys, who were absolute strangers to me, became like brothers to me. their girlfriends (now wives), seriously, are my sisters. this echo base is my family as real as my blood relations are. i don't know what i would do without them in my life. i used to view the band as something fun to do on the weekends. now it's as vital to me as breathing. is that melodramatic? i don't care. also, something to note is the true, die hard, echo fans. these few people have been there, right up front with jen, amy and i from the start. every single video i watch, i'm never sure where i am, but sure as shit you can see keely and kristen right up front. every show. AND of course they're also at the studio becoming part of "tear in your beer" with us. there are other noteworthy e/s fans, i.e. el gato (long live the cat!), kevin, s'mores, and diggowatz. these guys STILL haul ass to manhattan or brooklyn on weeknights to show their love. it's amazing. the craziest echo story i have has to do with keely. i worked at a preschool in greenwich, and when i was leaving, a girl named jillian came to take over. we worked together for a week overlapping, and i loved her. we got to talking and i mentioned that my husband played in a band. she said, "what's the name of the band?" (i also love that she asked that. a true music lover always asks. i always ask, even tho i never know the other band.)and she was like, "don't tell me echo station!" nearly fell down. i was like, "What?!" and she was like, "i have their cd in my car!"

??!!??!!??!!??!!??!!??!!??!!??!!

of course, she was keely's roomate. who loves e/s to the point of listening to them on the ride to and from albany. amazing.

anyway. i am so pissed off that cc got kicked off the surreal life. i don't even want to watch anymore.

i spent my night cleaning my house. now i want to have a party.

anna nicole...once a trainwreck, always a trainwreck

not to be disrespectful to the dead, but has anyone seen this much hullabaloo over a celebrity death since kurt? cuz seriously, i don't think i have. did you even know jonathan brandis killed himself five years ago?
it's a lazy sunday, and we're just lazing around watching tv, reading my ya ya trilogy, doing laundry, and i am being bombarded on every channel with anna nicole. and while of course it's a tragety (of sorts) that she died, i'm sorry to say it, but it's the fact that she was such a fucked up disaster that is making these people even think twice about her death. they have show after show after show just to be able to throw in a clip of her weighing 300 lbs. and slurring her words or stripping on mtv...or showing her old ass husband looking like a corpse, or showing her poor dead 20 year old son, or the two awful men who are fighting over the 5 month old baby that she left behind (and does anyone else think that the photographer guy, not howard k. stern, looks like a woman? what's up w/that face?). it's a sad state of affairs in america. and i am the first to admit that it's hard to look away.

last night becky remarked that she was taking her death really hard, because she was the first celebrity she ever knew to die. i was like, What?! Kurt? River? Jonathan? of course she plays the age game, and tries to pretend she didn't really KNOW them. but anna? come on!

misery loves company...

okay, first things first. i just got home from a day in the city w/my 2 sisters and mother, and while there are so many interesting things there to say, first of all i must say...FUCKING ECHO STATION!
i get home to find andy converting old videos to dvd. first of all...rye fucking rec. 6 or 7 years ago. the first echo station show EVER. dude, it doesn't even look like the same band! then there's a bunch of elbow room shows, arlene's...and most ridiculous, the sacred heart battle of the bands. i am so sad that echo station has cut out some of my favorite songs from their set list...like, i'm sorry, veitnam is a great fucking song with some amazing guitar...and then, leia. i've told joey how much i fucking LOVE LOVE LOVE that song, it is the BEST song EVER, alas...and then...Whiskey, which i told our stephen j i love the (not so deep)lyrics to...then, of course...who could ever ever forget the song which i always screamed along to, JACK's...i want me some old school echo station, and i want it bad!!!

so today was just absolutely regoddamndiculous. first, my mother has it in her damn head to go to serendipity. something about a movie entitled "serendipity." i'm thinking 311. we get to this tiny ass hole in the wall place, where upon entering, at 2:30, there is a 2 hour wait, and the fuckhole waiter yells at me. so of course i tell him to fuck off and leave.

then we walk along 1st avenue. along the UN. along the FDR. along trump towers. we are not finding a single damn place to eat. so we finally hail a cab. we get to where we're going (155 first avenue, theater for the new city) and spend another hour walking around trying to find a place we can all agree on. we pass many acceptable mexican joints, smelly french bistros only serving brunch, and numerous thai places before ending up (across from a cappucino/tattoo place that becky and i were pulling for) at a magnificent bar/restauraunt called Lunesta. (lunesta on 1st avenue, fabulosa!) OH SHIT!! i forgot...at one point we hear the def leppard pumpin, and jump straight into...coyote ugly! and um, there's a dumb fucking girl, on the bar, dancing (trying to be sexy i presume?) and just um, dancing and kicking the bar with her feet...and not serving us drinks. so we left.
anyway. lunesta. it's an irish type pub. and so, we stay there. eating and drinking. for FOUR hours. it was so awesome. then, alluvasudden, it's 7:51. the show starts at 8!!! we book down the street to "angry young women wearing tight jeans with high class problems."

i wanted to love it.

i wanted to come onto this here blog and praise it!! for the first 15 minutes, i even had the write up in my head.

then it went down hill.

it sucked my hairy ballsack.

it was whiny, awful, sexist, poorly acted, embarrasingly written, um...i don't know what else...dumb and just pointless.

altho at one point i ran ax the entire theater to pee (drank for 4 hours in a pub, you'll recall) then i was waiting for a sign to go back in, by the door, when a handsome young man came up and mumbled something about "this is the stage door" and went in...so i was like, "what the fuck?" cuz i had drinken a lot of beer and maybe didn't quite GET what he said...oh wait, NO, i figured it out...i almost walked on stage!!! if he hadn't pointed that out to me, i would have RUINED their already shoddy production!!!

then my mother lost her hat and gloves.

or rather, left them in the theater.

and then, she blamed my sister for NOT ONLY STEALING THEM, BUT FOR SELLING THEM ON THE BLACK MARKET.

i was so scared. she lost her mind.

time flies by like a vulture in the sky...

seriously, i've been home all week. juliet james jamerson has the flu (which i know for a scientific fact because as you may not realize, they now have a test to accurately determine whether or not you do or do not have the flu) and each day begins about 7, and in about three minutes i look at the clock and it's 4:30. which is very disheartening. and now it's 5:23 which means an hour has flown by since i've sat at this computer. (i am highly exaggerating in case you didn't realize. but it feels like the truth).
in the bathtub (oh, i just took a bath so that i could shave my legs. peeaire is giving me some pervy looks as i sit here, fyi)i was thinking about a couple of totally random things. which at the time seemed coherent enough to write a blog about. but now my thoughts, they're gone.

indeed

my certification came in the mail today!
yes, i had tears in my eyes.
i'd write more, but i'm just overwrought with emotions. more later.

complaints

i realize that all i ever do in my life is complain. be it about the weather, people, the unjustness of my (actually quite simple and pleasant) life, things i can control, etc. and some days i get really mad at myself for being so stupid. sometimes i hear myself complaining just to make converstaion. i'm an awkward teen (altho quite a ways out of my teen years) and sometimes just don't know what else to talk about so i'll complain. "isn't this so unfair?" i cringe to think about it. today for instance i am so upset because i cannot help the fact that i'm home and juliet is sick and andy is at a meeting in the city. because i've spent the past 2 days, home sick, with juliet who was also sick, but just moping around and feeling sorry for myself. and now that today i have no control over the situation, i am so mad at myself for being such a lazy jerk.

i don't know when it happened.

i was so driven and hard working when i started college. i had 3 freaking jobs, i worked myself to the bones. of course that burned me out. maybe this is a cycle of events, a history repeating itself type thing. i remember when i was about 20, i had no job, i was transferring schools, i was in a really dark place...it may have been from burn out, but i actually didn't work for awhile. of course, me not working means me working but not full time and not for a lot of money. that summer i worked at the common sense cafe (remember!!) for a measly $5 an hour, from like 6pm-1am. short hours, doesn't count, get it? i remember my mother having a talking to with me, telling me that she thought i was seriously depressed and she thinks not working had something to do with it. i don't really remember her logic, not sure if she meant the not working was the reason or the symptom of my depression, but i know that it made me feel more in control at the time. like, yea, there must be something wrong with this picture. a dawning.

i'm not really sure what's going on now. i just know that juliet just went down for her nap and i really don't want to have to wake her prematurely to get her to pc to stay w/paulie if i have to go to work at 2. and seriously, i am sitting here feeling anger bc i feel like SOMEBODY OWES ME SOMETHING. where do i get off being so self-rightous? where do i come from? my mother, despite that she was a stay at home mom which of course i'm vapidly jealous of, worked her balls off too, with 4 and 5 kids, not one!! i am a spoiled rotten baby and i'm sick of it.

at the same time, i'm too dizzy to stand up. self-deprication doesn't make me any better of a person.

this is rambling. did i mention the dizziness?

keep one heart

i wish that i could figure out a way to upload songs to this here blogger website cuz i wish you could hear the most beautiful song in the world that just happens to be sung and played on acoustic guitars by the brothers Nelson. yes. i'm not going to deny that i was the world's A#1 biggest hugest fan of Nelson (right along w/my best friend) and that we loved them like, obsessively. (like i love all of my musician boys, before and after til the end of time. i won't deny it.) i first heard this song, which came out as a b-side to "more than ever," in 7th grade. before i'd had any boyfriends, other of course than in my mind, with old matthew himself (the first bassist i ever liked, even tho i vehemently denied this. i crossed out every article that said he was a bassist and wrote in "guitarist." remember tia???)but it was the most heart and soul wrenching song that every time i heard it i wanted to cry and be in love and just have someone who loved me and wanted me as much as they wanted this girl from the song. i mean, i am here at age 28, and i've listened to it about 30 times on repeat and it still just gets to me. it makes me feel meloncholy and sad and yet so hopeful...and the guitar is so fucking awesome. and it's MATT who is playing, so ha! (i know, i'm 7).

decline.

i saw "the decline of western civilization part 2: the metal years" for the first time ever on saturday night (yes, i know, i should have seen it about 20 years ago). it was of course, everything and more. it was filled with lovely, familiar faces, including my true love c.c. way before he must have done his first line (he was so calm! it was unnerving!) and my truER love, stevie rachel!!! several times!!! i nearly died when i saw him!!! paul stanley is so gay and it is so funny how hard he tries to personify himself as a heterosexual man as he lies in bed with women all scantily clad and with his hands strategically placed in weird places (their heads). but the craziest shit was this horrid metal lady whose name was indeed JADED LADY. andy and i had a good laugh over that one. why am i not a famous metal head? oh cuz i was 9 when that shit came out. bummer. i'm a soul born in the wrong decade.

in keeping with the theme of today...

the post right underneath this one, the calvin and hobbes? it got CUT OFF right at the punch line. hilarity. it says "IT SURE IS." AND IT SURE WAS. oops, i left my caps on a little too long. i feel like crap. i cancelled my afternoon. which was irresponsible of me but i am so damn dizzy. and tomorrow i have 2 observations. suckfest.
dude, i'm listening to a random ass mix on my computer right now and sadly enough, margaritaville just came on. it makes me suicidally depressed. i want a margarita and a beach. and to be wasted on the beach. i've never BEEN wasted on a beach, and i imagine it could suck. but right now it sounds irrepresibly fantastic. i am itching so much for a new tattoo. but what do i get?

but i don't feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel good...

...and i'm spent...

i just finished (i think) my story.
i feel like i just ran a marathon. i'm shakey. i've sent it along to my partner in crime to read and edit and decide if it's done or not. i'm proud of it. it's my baby.

making good on resolutions.

i wrote today. i wrote my ass off. for a few hours. and got a good solid start of a story before i went braindead. hurray for me!

official.

according to the new york education department's TEACH website, one lady jaded is now an officially certified educator for youngsters with and without disabilities. i'm amazed. i'm in shock. a few tears have been shed, i'm not going to lie. it's been (no exaggeration) 11 years in the making. in 1996 i began my education at CNR as an english/elementary education major. in 2000 i was told i couldn't go onto student teaching because i had to take some bullshit shakespeare class. then once that semester ended, i was like FUCK student teaching. and while that was kind of dumb, i don't regret it cuz i was not ready. so then years and years go by. i'm in my business world career of salon coordination, which of course sucked my soul dry. then i gave birth to an amazing little bundle of inspiration and i knew i had to change my life. for her. to be the best that i could be. so 3 months after giving life to juliet, she gave life to me. i went to the CNR graduate school, and kicked almighty ass. i had a 4.0 gpa (that was reduced to a fucking 3.95 thanks to an inexperienced adjunct), i did some amazing internships, finally student taught, and began working my "dream" job doing ABA therapy with autistic children. still, the actual certification seemed just out of reach. because it always was. just a smidgen of work left to go...always just too far...and alas, FINALLY, it's here. i touch victory. and i have never been so proud of any acomplishment.

two words. first word. three syllables. first syllable. sounds like...

some things i would like to make note of.

1)playing charades while drinking beer with your friends is a really fun way to spend the night.

2)the miss america pagent. first of all, how archaic. second of all, let's put it on the table: it's a BEAUTY pagent. the goal is to objectify women. and please, KEEP IT THAT WAY. let's not try to pretend to add an intellectual aspect because i would rather stab myself in the ear then listen to some dumb fucking bimbo try to come up with a "smart" or "deep" answer to ridiculous and inane questions. "what superhero power would you want and why?" blink. blink. blink. blink. "i'd want to be a fly." what the fuck??? seriously, this happened. i saw it on best week ever.

3)k-fed. we, america, made him famous. i hate us.

4)my willow street poster is ready for scanning, and it is ever so ultra old school. however, our scanner is not attached to our computer. plus kevin seems to have created a really professional looking flier, as did mike from love panther and steve from echo station. alas.

5)not that i'm saying i'm some poetic writing genius, but i hate reading blogs of really famous bloggers (well, famous in nyc areas at least) whose style of writing is so trite and dull yet she is so acclaimed and quasifamous and has a total cult following. cripes.

that's all for now.

inspiration

i just had a half suckfest day, half great day.

my morning was spent fending off a gargantuan 3 year old who was hysterical and crying for 25 minutes, then spending the rest of my 2 hour session um, for lack of a better term, BABYSITTING for him and his overbearing 4 year old sister, who i might add, was home SICK. then after dropping off my billing, i got a phone call stating that I DIDN'T FREAKING SIGN THE PAPERWORK!! however, i was already on my way to greenwich to have lunch w/my cousin.

and it was a great time! it was wonderful to connect with her, cuz she is such an amazing girl...and she is so inpirational to me (and i'm 12 years older, so go fig. she is writing this awesome novel (based on some not so awesome real life events that happened to her friends) and i am just so proud of her. she was telling me that she wants me to not give up and to try and get published myself...and it's funny how it takes a young, ambitious person who believes in you to get me to see that even tho i am so fucking old, and seemingly riding along in my life style choice, that of course i can persue my dream and eventually write something beautiful and get published. sigh.

now i have to get to my office and (sheepishly) sign off on my paperwork. duh.

the 3rd richest woman in the world

is a sucky writer.
from the latest issue of martha stewart (sucking):
"Valentine's Day has always been one of my favorite holidays. It's romantic, cute, and pink, and everything associated with it evokes love and passion and all things pretty and lacy for me" (29).
i just threw up in my mouth.

i honestly just pissed myself.

watch this. seriously. you too will soil the seat.

i'm spinning...

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything.
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I see her?
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be... yeah...
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine.

i cannot tolerate...

today i discovered something quite interesting about my psyche: i fucking despise crossing guards. i hate them with all of my heart. i often scream obscenities at them. like every morning. when i'm late for work. when they stick up their godforsaken stop sign while blocking traffic. AS SOON AS THE FUCKING LIGHT TURNS GREEN. they have such little ridiculous power trips. it makes me furious.

i just spent a good 10 minutes perusing kendra's myspace pictures. (yes that one...from "the girls next door." i know.)and it makes me so confused that she is so "tomboyish" what with being obsessed with football and all. it makes no sense that someone who is a tomboy would be constantly naked. and also be so dumb. but i like her. don't get me wrong.

it also confuses me that i looked at her page in the first place. in my defense, her main photo is with a lifesized robot chicken. which is wonderful.

i am getting sick. why? it makes me very angry. cuz i've been taking MEgAdoses of VitaminC and echinachea. seriously. ugh.

i also spent a good hour cutting out words and letters from a STAR magazine so that i can create the ultimate old school "Return of 7 Willow" flier. stay tuned for that one. it should be fantastic. altho i am not motivated to work on it any longer...i hope i don't loose any of my tiny words.

on the subject of adult swim (which we were on breifly up with the kendra nonsense)there was some article in a boston paper or online news thing that AquaTeenHungerForce did something dreadful. it had to do with their new bulletins. or billboards. and they looked like they had to do with terrorism. i am NOT being a good journalist. hang on a minute and let me get the facts.

did you know that JK Rowling is the 2nd fucking richest woman in the world (of entertainment) according to forbes? first is operah. third is martha. and JK "i was once on welfare" Rowling is number 2!!! writing is quite a lucrative job, ey?

here's the list, in case you were interested:
1. Oprah Winfrey
2. J.K. Rowling
3. Martha Stewart
4. Madonna
5. Celine Dion
6. Mariah Carey
7. Janet Jackson
8. Julia Roberts
9. Jennifer Lopez
10. Jennifer Aniston
11. The Olsen Twins
12. Britney Spears
13. Judge Judy
14. Sandra Bullock
15. Cameron Diaz
16. Gisele Bundchen
17. Ellen DeGeneres
18. Nicole Kidman
19. Christina Aguilera
20. Renee Zellweger


anyway. ATHF...here's the article:

BOSTON - Boston officials, livid about a publicity campaign that had disrupted the city by stirring fears of terrorism, vowed to prosecute those responsible and seek restitution for the $500,000 cost of the response.

Officials found a slew of blinking electronic signs adorning bridges and other high-profile spots across the city Wednesday, prompting the closing of a highway and part of the Charles River and the deployment of bomb squads.

The 38 signs were part of a promotion for Cartoon Network TV show "Aqua Teen Hunger Force," a surreal series about a talking milkshake, a box of fries and a meatball. The network's parent is Turner Broadcasting Systems Inc.

"It is outrageous, in a post 9/11 world, that a company would use this type of marketing scheme," Mayor Thomas Menino said. "I am prepared to take any and all legal action against Turner Broadcasting and its affiliates for any and all expenses incurred."

The 1-foot tall signs resembled a circuit board, with protruding wires and batteries. Most depicted a boxy, cartoon character giving passersby the finger — a more obvious sight when darkness fell.

Authorities arrested two men who put up the signs. Peter Berdovsky, 27, of Arlington, and Sean Stevens, 28, of Charlestown, were charged Wednesday night with one count of placing a hoax device and one count of disorderly conduct.

State Attorney General Martha Coakley said they were hired to place the devices. Both were to be arraigned Thursday morning.

As soon as Turner realized the Boston problem around 5 p.m., it said, law enforcement officials were told of their locations in 10 cities where it said the devices had been placed for two to three weeks: Boston, New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Atlanta, Seattle, Portland, Ore., Austin, Texas, San Francisco and Philadelphia.

"We apologize to the citizens of Boston that part of a marketing campaign was mistaken for a public danger," said Phil Kent, chairman of Turner, a division of Time Warner Inc.

Kent said the marketing company that placed the signs, Interference Inc., was ordered to remove them immediately.

Interference had no immediate comment. A woman who answered the phone at the New York-based firm's offices Wednesday afternoon said the firm's CEO was out of town and would not be able to comment until Thursday.

Messages seeking additional comment from the Atlanta-based Cartoon Network were left with several publicists.

"Everyone can play a part by holding Turner Broadcasting to account for today's events," Suffolk District Attorney Daniel Conley said.

Authorities are investigating whether Turner or other companies should be criminally charged, Coakley said.

"We're not going to let this go without looking at the further roots of how this happened to cause the panic in this city," Coakley said.

In Seattle and several suburbs, the removal of the signs was low-key. "We haven't had any calls to 911 regarding this," Seattle police spokesman Sean Whitcomb said Wednesday.

Police in Philadelphia said they believed their city had 56 devices. The New York Post reported that police confiscated 41 in Manhattan and Brooklyn.

Berdovsky, an artist, told The Boston Globe he was hired by Interference and said he was "kind of freaked out" by the furor.

"I find it kind of ridiculous that they're making these statements on TV that we must not be safe from terrorism, because they were up there for three weeks and no one noticed. It's pretty commonsensical to look at them and say this is a piece of art and installation," he said.

A voice mail box for Berdovsky was full Wednesday night. The Associated Press was unable to find whether Stevens had a lawyer.

The rash of calls around the same time is being investigated, Police Commissioner Edward Davis said.

"There's no indication it came from panicked residents," he said.

"Aqua Teen Hunger Force" is a cartoon with a cultish following that airs as part of a block of programs for adults on the Cartoon Network. A feature length film based on the show is slated for release March 23.

oh my god it's too funny...wait til you see the "devices." i think i just peed. take a look at this, or click here to see the "slideshow of evidence."








yes. seriously. it's the freaking mooninites. they're wrecking havoc on the world. i don't get it. did someone think that a squareish computerchiplooking lite brite character giving the finger was al queda? and WHY???