Last Thursday

You can always count on Gavin to show up wearing a themed outfit:

It's obvious where he got the idea for his look.

www.streetcarnage.com


If you don't plan on going away this week, Loser will be back on Thursday with a brand new flyer and a brand new guest DJ. Stay tuned.
Ps. I hate July 4th

You ever rob a Puerto Rican for sweatpants money?

This is in honor of Ally Sklover getting married, my 90s night every Thursday at Bowery Electric, and of course, Michael Rubin, PhD.



This is in honor of everyone else:

I Like Radio

Two of my faves make aural love to my ears.



There are 5 parts!!!


Maybe soon Rosanne will call in.
A girl can dream.

Don't Knock the Jock

For some New Yorker's, going to a Boston bar and rooting for the Celtics is a nightmare. I'll give them the nod for beating LA though. Since Lost is over and I have more time on my hands, I decided to get competitive.

Plus I got to wear a cute outfit.

And hang out with some cool dudes and feel like a bro.



Wrong game son (but the right team).

Awwww.

So Why Don't You Kill Me?

Okay, so I've been pretty lazy about updating CCL.
Gimme a break, it's summer.
I've got skin to tan, toenails to polish, gams to show off, sunflower seeds to spit.
What else?
Oh yeah, there's the Celtics.
The movies.
The get-aways.
The magic and the mysteries.
And there's this:



Starting this Thursday, and every Thursday that follows. All music from the 1990s. Yes that includes Rap. It includes Alternative and Brit-Pop and slow songs and fast songs. It includes NOFX and Deee Lite and Neutral Milk Hotel and Color Me Badd. Everything from 1990 to 1999, all sandwiched into one awesome night.

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "Wow, this is gonna be so phat."
And then you're buddy is like, "Who's going?"
And you're like, "Your mom...SIKE!"
And then he's like "Talk to the hand."

So come this Thursday. If I can, I'll give you a drink ticket. What else are you gonna do, stay home and read Christopher Pike? Catch a re-run of Parker Lewis Can't Lose? Cry over the death of Biggie?

Not!

HELL HATH NO FURY!!!

*Warning: the following entry will most likely be in all caps and have a lot of exclamation points*

DO NOT GO SEE THE STRANGERS IF YOU EVER WANT TO LIVE YOUR LIFE AGAIN!!!

This is one of the scariest movies I've ever seen in my life!

It was like The Blair Witch on crack, inhaled by the cave dweller from The Descent who then OD'ed and died and came back to life as the clown from Poltergeist! And the clown was BFF's with BOB from Twin Peaks and all the ghosts from The Others! Bad Ronald fits somewhere in there too!

I've never wanted to see two people die so badly in my life, because only then would I be freed from the confines of FEAR!!!!

Emily, unless you want to induce labor, DO NOT SEE THIS. My water broke and I'm not even pregnant.

FEAR I TELL YOU!
FEAR!
FEAR!
FEAR!

(Can't wait to go again.)