I saw Wall-E yesterday. It’s making me question by general contempt for recent Pixar/Dreamworks productions, which I generally find to be lazy slapstick comedies that try to teach lazy, sentimental values that lack any real thought or analysis. I was told that it’s a truly emo movie (it was) where Wall-E sits around watching old movies and pining for a love he’s never had. Considering I love anything that might bring a tear to my eye and involves wimpy male characters, I agreed to see it. And I have to say it was super cute and I didn’t think it was all bad. I (srsly) almost cried at a couple points.

Erin: how was wall e?
should i go see it?
me: omg
you would love it
i actually cried out “oh no” in a high pitched voice at one point
really loudly when I was too involved in the action
Erin: yesssssss
me: even though I have a lot of criticisms
it’s super cute and fun
like, REALLY cute
it’s majorly an erin movie
you will be obsessed after you see it
omg, it’s so cute
plus there are obese people who learn to live again

And now for the criticisms and these include numerous spoiler alerts. Read More!

I recently found out via a comment about my last Muxtape that, like myself, my friend Hannah loves to sit in her room and listen to depressing music! Also, I learned that we both have what we consider to be excellent taste in emotional music! And since we’re really emotionally complex people who need to just feel things, we’re having a competition for which of us can make the saddest mix in the world.

Both of us had the same difficulty with this. There’s just so much depressing music that we both love. Limiting our Muxtape to 12 songs made us both feel like the mixes had certain inadequacies. Needless to say, Hannah brough her A-game. Both of the mixes available after the jump. Read More!

I caught a cold. A really bad one. I thought I was over it, started going out again, and then it totally came back and fucked me up. Upkeeping blog with a hacking cough is not easy to do, so sorry if you all moved on to more interesting blogs with more regular content.

But I do however, have the best safer sex PSA from France to show you all courtesy of my pal Erin. I’m kind of obsessed with it and watched it on repeat in bed today. It’s really super cute and shows exactly why the French are superior and allowed to be as snobby as they want towards Americans. Also, I relate to the main character, and it makes me emo.

You know what I hate? Stalled trains and cold, cold days.

To fend off the cold, this week I made a video with good friend Justin in honor of Daniel Day-Lewis’ (”I Drink Your Milkshake”) win at the Oscars as well as my own discovery of the “No Homo” internet meme. Apparently people have been making “No Homo” videos since 2003? WTF? How did I never see these before.

Now witness the glorious union of two internet memes.

And yes… I did end the segment with bad emo music. Because no clip of mine is really complete without that.

I’ve always had a problem going out. Despite my being positive that most, like me, wouldn’t dare approach others at a party or bar (or in a public setting, for that matter), I think I’ve been proven wrong. Usually aided with loads more alcohol than I consume, gay guys at the few bars I frequent seem to have little to no trouble making light conversation with others. I, on the other hand, am so self-conscious, so ready to edit my words and actions at a moment’s notice, that the idea of making small talk with a dude (sober or not) is so clearly an unnatural, put-upon facade meant to get one’s number [or tushy], I can’t fathom that either parties would tolerate such silliness.

Apparently, I’m wrong. Read More!

I took a little trip to The Whitest Place on Earth (Greenwich, CT) this weekend on Sunday with some friends. We rented a Zip Car (Have you seen this car rental system, guys? I mean really… have you checked this out?) and drove up to go mansion spotting and look for a clam bake.

On the way we formed an emo band. Here’s the cover of our first album, titled “Emperor Palpatine.”

It’s about having a broken heart but then finding refuge in the solitude of nature. The splendor of the Connecticut skyline really speaks to that, but you’d know that unless you were an insensitive jerk who didn’t cry during Titanic or The Last Unicorn.

We shot some inserts to go with the album as well. Read More!