<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850</id><updated>2011-08-18T09:08:34.949-07:00</updated><category term='MUSIC'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='CONVERSATION'/><category term='movies'/><category term='parties'/><category term='fashion bananas amazing beyonce'/><category term='privileged'/><category term='Kanye'/><category term='stupidity'/><category term='liveblog'/><category term='we fail at videoblogging'/><category term='old skool'/><category term='celebrities'/><category term='lolz'/><category term='god i hope no one we know watches this'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='video'/><category term='lalaloo'/><category term='concert'/><category term='hipster'/><category term='sneakers'/><category term='samantha'/><category term='tv'/><category term='fail'/><category term='review'/><category term='T.I.'/><category term='the hills'/><title type='text'>to the beat like WHAT?!</title><subtitle type='html'>The only place on the internet where a nursing student and an arts student come together and talk about the four wonders of the world: television, movies, music, and all things celebrity. And THAT'S the way it is.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-6811513308396081919</id><published>2010-02-14T03:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T03:27:35.156-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old skool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>Old Skool Joint(s) of the Week: Valentine's Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/3322i45.jpg" width="500" height="442"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I know this blog's been on life support lately (I mean we're halfway through February and we've only got one post all year, what is that shit?), but I think it's time to revive this with a theme post. Instead of sitting around hating on Valentine's Day, I thought it might be nice to just roll with it and throw up a few of the songs we all used to get down to back in the day. And by "get down to" I definitely mean "stand awkwardly against the wall to at school dance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DL: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zhuo4twezzm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Next - Wifey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm pretty sure no one uses the word "wifey" any more, but that doesn't mean that the message these boys are trying to get across is any less effective. I mean, "&lt;i&gt;either braids or weave, skirt or jeans, you're still my queen&lt;/i&gt;"? That is some unconditional shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DL: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?d0mvom4yi3y"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tyrese - Lately&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does Tyrese being part of this post need any explanation beyond the fact that I had pictures of him plastered all over my 8th grade agenda? Answer: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DL: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?z0m4lvqlyuu"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jagged Edge - Let's Get Married (Remix)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not really one for marriage, but if someone were to ever propose to me all they'd need to say is "meet me at the altar in your white dress. We ain't getting no younger, we might as well do this" and I'd be all up on that shit. I mean, I'd still say no, but I'd definitely appreciate the gesture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DL: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?hokjkgluiiz"&gt;&lt;b&gt;K-Ci &amp; JoJo - All My Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're listening to this one, just pretend Nelly never ever sampled that piano bit and you'll feel a lot better. Oh, you didn't remember that song even existed until I reminded you? You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DL: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?gywndkumnn2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Musiq Soulchild - Just Friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a person history with this song, and is this person history the fact that a boy told me to listen to it when I was 14 as his way of telling me he was into me? No. Definitely not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-6811513308396081919?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6811513308396081919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=6811513308396081919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/6811513308396081919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/6811513308396081919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2010/02/old-skool-joints-of-week-valentines.html' title='Old Skool Joint(s) of the Week: Valentine&apos;s Edition'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i48.tinypic.com/3322i45_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-1916391053511817079</id><published>2010-01-18T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:05:43.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god i hope no one we know watches this'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we fail at videoblogging'/><title type='text'>We Fail At Video Blogging</title><content type='html'>Oh hey, we didn't forget that we have a blog. We know it's sitting here without any new posts and we're sure our non-existent readers have been very worried about where we've been. Btw, we're fine, thanks for asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point of this post is that once upon a time (read: last september) we got this crazy idea that we should do a video blog. Originally, the plan was to pick posts off Yahoo Answers and come up with hilarious advice, but instead we kind of just wound up sitting in front of a camera for an hour talking about nothing at all. Below are 10 minutes that include us complaining about how much we hated little kids running around at church (it gets pretty heated. We talk about that shit for 5 whole minutes) and us sitting in awkward silence to an amazing soundtrack. I really think it'll be worth your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8832900&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8832900&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/8832900"&gt;We Fail At Video Blogging&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user2998451"&gt;tothebeat&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-1916391053511817079?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1916391053511817079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=1916391053511817079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/1916391053511817079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/1916391053511817079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-fail-at-video-blogging.html' title='We Fail At Video Blogging'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-3006660622820676560</id><published>2009-12-31T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:31:51.768-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>In The Year 2009</title><content type='html'>2009 was honestly kind of a downer so I don’t have anything nostalgic or clever to say about it. I’m glad this bullshit is over so I’m just going to talk about the music. This year Kristine fell in love with Drake and J. Cole, and I learned to fucking hate Drake and started listening to Mos Def instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Song&lt;/s&gt; Artist of the Year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;BEYONCE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Single Ladies, to Video Phone this year was all about Sasha Fierce. Although I should mention one Beyonce related highlight. When we saw her on tour back in Spring we were called out for being “really good singers” after we belted out an amazing off-key rendition of “Halo.” How embarrassing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="303"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JlxByc0-V40&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JlxByc0-V40&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="303"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honourable Mentions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay-Z Feat. Alicia Keys - Empire State of Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- I can’t think of another song that got killed by airplay faster than this one, but when it still the best song off that record. When Jay performed it we vibed so hard I think I threw my back out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Derulo - Whatcha Say&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;This first time I heard this song on the radio I thought it was a joke. I still can't believe how big it got. My favourite thing about it is being able to relive the scene where Marissa shot Trey on the OC while I get my dance on.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jada - American Cowboy&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;This song was the soundtrack to Wilson's bachelor party, and then became the soundtrack to our Summer. It is also notable because insinuating that these fine ladies might not be the classiest is the only thing that got this blog any comments.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga - Bad Romance&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Gaga Ooh la la&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miike Snow - Animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kristine found it on Drake's blog. I was confused to have Drake's blog in my history.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna - Hard&lt;br /&gt;Wale - World Tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Despite his album being criminally undershippped, we both went out and got this on release day. You hear that Wale? We love you. We almost even forgive you for skipping out on Jay's date here. So cheer the fuck up. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. Cole - Lights Please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Kristine is J. Cole's number one fan girl. As a result, I know more about him than anyone really should.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher Roth - I Love College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Kristine also fell in love with Asher Roth this year. I was glad this affair was short lived&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-3006660622820676560?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3006660622820676560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=3006660622820676560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/3006660622820676560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/3006660622820676560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-year-2009.html' title='In The Year 2009'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-4217167748056615834</id><published>2009-12-30T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:00:04.357-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>In the Year 2008</title><content type='html'>2008 was a big mother fucking year (see: &lt;a href="http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-were-both-too-tired-to-be-clever.html"&gt;MOST AMAZING YEAR EVAR&lt;/a&gt;).  Lady Gaga was orange, but still weird. While we didn't have as much love for her then as we do now, we still vibed to Just Dance, particularly when SAMANTHA RONSON PLAYED IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lady Gaga - Just Dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y5Xq51eLJ94&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y5Xq51eLJ94&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DL: JUST DANCE. GONNA BE OK. YOU KNOW HOW IT FUCKING GOES. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordin Sparks feat. Chris Brown - No Air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;I always thought it was funny that Jordin Sparks always seemed more into it when they sung this song together live. Chris Brown would just laugh.  Word has it that Jordin had a crush on him.  I'm sure she's fine with the fact that they never got to together now. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Chris Brown - Forever&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna - Disturbia&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;He was wrong for writing Disturbia. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;MIA - Paper Planes&lt;br /&gt;Pussycat Dolls - When I Grow Up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usher - Love In This Club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;With a beat made using Garage Band, Polow made ladies fall in love with Usher again, however, this song was A COMPLETE MISREPRESENTATION OF WHAT THE SHIT THAT WAS THAT ALBUM.  FAIL. Please come correct this year Usher. Please.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alicia Keys - No One&lt;br /&gt;T.I. - Whatever You Like AND EVERY OTHER SONG ON THAT RECORD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;YOU REALLY THINK I WOULD FORGET ABOUT HIM JUST CUZ HE'S IN JAIL. OH, WAIT. #TIPISFREE. MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsay Lohan - Bossy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;When she still had a record deal. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Sean Kingston - Take You There&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;He should have played Notorious B.I.G.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-4217167748056615834?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/4217167748056615834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=4217167748056615834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/4217167748056615834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/4217167748056615834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-year-2008.html' title='In the Year 2008'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-9192736026161379080</id><published>2009-12-29T00:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T00:00:05.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>In the Year 2007</title><content type='html'>Riri's SOS won me over long before the good girl went bad. When Umbrella first leaked on the internet, I was on it like a mother fucker, and with the help of iTunes and last.fm, it became my most played song, probably ever.  People questioned the amazingness of this Tricky Stewart The-Dream produced song, but when news first broke out about the Chris Brown/Rihanna scandal, the first question they asked was "Was it with an Umbrella?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Song of the Year: Rihanna - Umbrella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CvBfHwUxHIk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CvBfHwUxHIk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DL: SAWRY, mediafire was being a bitch, YOU ALL KNOW WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE ANYWAY.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Underwood - Before He Cheats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The recent replaying of Carrie Underwood's Holiday Special definitely influenced the addition of this song to the list.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Timberland - The Way I are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;This song will never be the same (see: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-more-personal-raw.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt; number 1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Fall Out Boy - Thk Fr Th Mmrs&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce feat. Shakira - Beautiful Liar&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;An amazing video for an amazing song.  Who knew they looked so much alike??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gwen Stefani - 4 in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fergie - Glamorous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plain White Ts - Hey There Delilah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;My dad liked this song.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enrique Iglesias - Do You Know (The Ping Pong Song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thought this song was the best song Enrique Iglesias ever made. I may have even been mildly attracted to him in this video. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-9192736026161379080?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/9192736026161379080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=9192736026161379080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/9192736026161379080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/9192736026161379080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-year-2007.html' title='In the Year 2007'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-4392295359519637136</id><published>2009-12-28T00:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:00:06.462-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>In The Year 2006</title><content type='html'>In 2006 we finally turned 19, so what better song to represent this year that one that was played on every single dance floor in every single club on every single night in town? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shakira feat. Wyclef&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Hips Don't Lie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background:#000000;width:400px;height:348px"&gt;&lt;embed flashVars="playerVars=showStats=no|autoPlay=no|videoTitle=Shakira - Hips Don't Lie (featuring Wyclef Jean) (Official Music Video)" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/sy-18579129/shakira_hips_dont_lie_featuring_wyclef_jean_official_music_video.swf" width="400" height="348" wmode="transparent" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" name="Metacafe_sy-18579129" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No download because I don't have a copy, and let's face it, this song is still freshly burned in all your brains so it's not like you need a reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honourable Mentions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy - Dance, Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- I'm not even going to pretend that I didn't I have a Fall Out Boy poster on my wall. And I'm not even going to pretend that it's not still there&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All American Rejects - Move Along&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;I'm pretty sure this song came out a while back, because I definitely remember streaming it on their MySpace every day before school to get me pumped to face the day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce - Irreplaceable &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt; If it weren't for that fucking Shakira this would have been the song of the year.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton - Stars Are Blind&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt; When Kristine was home on break from school Muchmusic played this video 5 times a night. I'm also not ashamed to admit that this was actually pretty catchy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee Simpson - L. O. V. E.&lt;br /&gt;Dixie Chicks - Not Ready To Make Nice&lt;br /&gt;Nelly Furtado - Promiscuous&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt; I've never been as confused as I was the first time I saw Justin Timberlake make a cameo in a Nelly Furtado video.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt; Do you guys remember when Grey's Antomy was a good show? Weren't those good times?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha Bedingfield - Unwritten&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt; This one is most notable for being the theme song to The Hills&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Corrine Baily Rae - Put Your Records On&lt;br /&gt;KT Tunstall - Suddenly I See&lt;br /&gt;Death Cab For Cutie - Soul Meets Body&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna - S.O.S&lt;br /&gt;Justin Timberlake feat. T. I. - My Love&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE YEAR KRISTINE FELL IN LOVE WITH HIPSTER BULLSHIT BECAUSE OF GREY'S ANATOMY AND ONE TREE HILL AND THE OC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Remember what I said in that last post about professionalism? Yeah. I'm sticking with it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-4392295359519637136?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/4392295359519637136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=4392295359519637136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/4392295359519637136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/4392295359519637136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-year-2006.html' title='In The Year 2006'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-7414805275590952945</id><published>2009-12-27T00:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T00:00:02.041-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>In The Year 2005</title><content type='html'>In 2005 we graduated highschool and both went off to university which put an entire country between us. It should be mentioned that this had no adverse effect on our friendship since all we do is talk on the fucking phone anyway. Music was a pretty big deal this year too, since it was the only thing keeping us from breaking down into tears on buses and in classrooms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Year&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Clarkson - Since U Been Gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of another song that came out this decade that did a better job of getting regular kids &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; hipsters to forget the bullshit and rock out together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="485"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x211a6&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x211a6&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="485" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DL:&lt;a href=“http://www.mediafire.com/?wjyxztnotde”&gt;Kelly Clarkson - Since U Been Gone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything Gwen Stefani Released This Year&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt; It was too hard to narrow it down to one song. Everything she put out off her solo effort was amazing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciara feat. Missy Elliot- 1 2 step&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;I know it’s kind of weird, but this is honestly the song that helped me stop being a pretentious indie fuck and remember that I actually enjoyed hip hop.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHT - Listen To Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;This song only made the list because I distinctly remember Kristine singing it over the phone is a bizarre British accent on more than one occasion.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Lopez - Get Right&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The closest she came to a comeback. I swear we never taped this video off tv and learned the dance. I never bought the single. And our favourite wasn't Latina J. Lo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madonna - Hung Up &lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Confessions is pretty much my favourite pop album of the 2000s. Jsyk.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny's Child - Soldier&lt;br /&gt;Everything Mariah Carey Released This Year&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Mariah Carey was back in a big way with The Emancipation of Mimi&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Green Day - Wake Me Up When September Ends&lt;br /&gt;The Killers - Mister Brightside&lt;br /&gt;Bloc Party - Helicopter&lt;br /&gt;Missy Elliot - Lose Control&lt;br /&gt;Gavin Degraw - I Don't Want To Be&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Kristine's dad knows who this person is, and in an effort to make him sound cool, he let her know. Also, something about One Tree Hill.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tegan and Sara - Where Does The Good Go?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Anyone who's ever come across me either in real life or on the internet if probably aware of the fact that I'm a huge Tegan and Sara fan. Thanks to the Grey's Anatomy soundtrack, and hell of a lot of other people were this year too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rilo Kiley - Portions for Foxes&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay Lohan - Confessions Of A Broken Heart (Daughter to Father)&lt;br /&gt;Stars - Your Ex Lover Is Dead&lt;br /&gt;THIS WAS THE YEAR WE FELL IN LOVE WITH KANYE WEST!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;T.I!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;That's how I wrote those points down while we were coming up with this list, and that's how I'm keeping them. We're all about professionalism on this blog no one reads.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-7414805275590952945?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7414805275590952945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=7414805275590952945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/7414805275590952945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/7414805275590952945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-year-2005.html' title='In The Year 2005'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-1557473539144346012</id><published>2009-12-26T00:00:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T01:03:30.317-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>In the Year 2004</title><content type='html'>Grade 11 SUCKED. Nothing happened.  How do we better represent year that nothing happened, then by choosing an Evanescence song as our song of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Evanescence - My Immortal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B3YrOlv9Djc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B3YrOlv9Djc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DL: SAWRY, we don't have one, 'cuz neither of us were willing to shell out $14.99 to buy an Evanescence CD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Usher feat. Alicia Keys - My Boo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Alicia Keys stepped away from her piano, ditched the braids, and stomped her foot in the middle of Times Square. Fun fact: SAMANTHA RONSON MAKES A CAMEO IN THIS VIDEO. We found that out this year and died. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey Ya - Outkast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Polaroid announced that you shaking will not develop your pictures faster.  Fun fact: The final batch of polaroid film was sold at Urban Outfitters. Obvs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Britney - Toxic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jojo - Leave (Get Out)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Keane - Somewhere Only We Know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Modest Mouse - Float On&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kelis - Milkshake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mean Girls changed the way I look at this song.  As it should.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Twista - Slow Jams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The first official appearance of 'Ye in my life. Also? first official appearance of Jamie Foxx on a song. I wish the latter never happened. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-1557473539144346012?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1557473539144346012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=1557473539144346012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/1557473539144346012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/1557473539144346012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-year-2004.html' title='In the Year 2004'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-3431453438343683855</id><published>2009-12-25T00:00:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:42:28.383-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>In the year 2003</title><content type='html'>In 2003, I slowly became a little less AZN, dyed my hair back to brown, became a little more Filipino, and bought 50 Cent’s “Get Rich or Die Tryin’.” It was my go to record when I was angry with my parents, and just wanted to freak them out with the sound of guns going off. This was also the year I decided it would be in my best interest to pursue a career in rap, and become Shady Aftermath’s first female rapper. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don’t be mistaken, I took my first step into hipsterdom by proclaiming “You can’t put me in no box man!” and took Hilary Duff’s music seriously.  I own all three of her CDs including one of her greatest hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Song of the Year: 50 Cent - In Da Club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5qm8PH4xAss&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5qm8PH4xAss&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DL: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ztvjykghmmk"&gt; 50 Cent - In Da Club&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The White Stripes - Seven Nation Army&lt;/div&gt;Evanescence - Bring Me To Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I first found out that they were kind of a Christian rock group, I couldn’t help but die from laughter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Dido - White Flag&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Favorite memory: my mom blasting this shit while she drove me to school (yes I was 16 and still getting driven everywhere.  That fact remains and I’m 22. JEALOUS?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Michelle Branch - Are You Happy Now?&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Clarkson - Miss Independent&lt;br /&gt;Fountains of Wayne - Stacy's Mom&lt;br /&gt;Britney Feat. Madonna - Me Against the Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Probably my favorite Britney CD after Blackout.  I promise I never tried to learn this dance more than.... 100 times.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Liz Phair - Why Can't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why couldn’t we NOT GET AWAY FROM THIS SONG THIS YEAR?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;R. Kelly – Ignition&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt; This song will never be the same.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Good Charlotte - Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt; And look at them now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Hilary Duff - So Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park - Numb&lt;br /&gt;Fabolous feat. Tamia - Into You&lt;br /&gt;Chingy - Right Thurr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-3431453438343683855?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3431453438343683855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=3431453438343683855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/3431453438343683855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/3431453438343683855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-year-2003.html' title='In the year 2003'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-5693128403914832536</id><published>2009-12-25T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:42:09.763-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>In The Year 2002</title><content type='html'>2002 was a big year for me. It was the year I threw on a pair of chucks, my lock and chain, and went to my first Warped Tour. It was the year I first started going to concerts on a regular basis, the year I got my first electric guitar, and most importantly, the year I became a ~punk~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who better to represent this very serious transition that the great Canadian Philosopher, Avril Lavigne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Complicated&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background:#000000;width:400px;height:348px"&gt;&lt;embed flashVars="playerVars=showStats=no|autoPlay=no|" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/sy-13406440/avril_lavigne_complicated_official_music_video.swf" width="400" height="348" wmode="transparent" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" name="Metacafe_sy-13406440" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DL:&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?oqmmfm3zky2"&gt; Avril Lavigne - Complicated&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honourable Mentions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Carlton - A Thousand Miles&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;- This song I really only notable for me because I used to get really mad when people would confused her with Michelle Branch.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nelly feat. Kelly Rowland - Dilemma&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Crow - Soak Up The Sun&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;- Kristine chose this because she couldn’t remember what year “The First Cut Is The Deepest” happened.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve Feat. Alicia Keys - Gangsta Lovin'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;- Don’t you guys love it when Alicia tries to act so hard?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat Joe feat. Ashanti - What's Love&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;- The early 2000s were all about Ashanti collabos. We wanted to switch it up and pick one that didn’t feature Ja Rule. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary J. Blige - No More Drama&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;- Don’t even try to act like you didn’t cry in your room to this on your discman when you had a bad day.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Michelle Branch - Goodbye To You&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;-  I should make it clear that my aforementioned rage at confusing her with Vanessa Carlton was because Michelle Branch was infinitely better. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celine Dion - A New Day Has Come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- We’re Canadian. How could we not show Celine some love?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eminem - Cleaning Out My Closet&lt;br /&gt;Usher - You Don't Have To Call&lt;br /&gt;Leanne Rhimes - Can't Fight The Moonlight&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;- Two Words: Coyote Ugly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. Diddy - I Need A Girl (Part I)&lt;br /&gt;Craig David - Seven Days&lt;br /&gt;Cher - Song For The Lonely &lt;br /&gt;Simple Plan - I'd Do Anything&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;- What? I told you I was a ~punk~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-5693128403914832536?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5693128403914832536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=5693128403914832536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/5693128403914832536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/5693128403914832536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-year-2002.html' title='In The Year 2002'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-6210064581153822480</id><published>2009-12-24T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T03:04:37.751-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>In The Year 2001</title><content type='html'>Ninth grade. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jennifer Lopez&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;I'm Real (Feat. Ja Rule)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sjx9oSJDAVQ&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sjx9oSJDAVQ&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DL: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?m22togl2no5"&gt;Jennifer Lopez - I'm Real&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honourable Mentions:&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera, Pink, Mya &amp;amp; Missy Elliot - Lady Marmalade&lt;br /&gt;Janet Jackson - All For You&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Keys - Fallin'&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;- We miss those braids&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blu Cantrell - Hit 'Em Up Style (Oops)&lt;br /&gt;Lil' Bow Wow - Puppy Love&lt;br /&gt;   -&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We both still know all the words to this one.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve Feat. Gwen Stefani - Let Me Blow Ya Mind&lt;br /&gt;Lenny Kravitz - Again&lt;br /&gt;Ricky Martin Feat. Christina Aguilera - Nobody Wants to be Lonely&lt;br /&gt;O-Town - All or Nothing&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- My 8th grade agenda was covered in pictures of O-Town. I'm only slightly embarrassed&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S Club 7 - Never Had A Dream Come True&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was the soundtrack to everyone's 8th/9th grade relationship.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny's Child - Bootylicious&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can look it up in the dictionary, fyi&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Outkast - Ms. Jackson&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Joe - Stutter&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Dream - He Loves You Not&lt;br /&gt;City High - What Would You Do?&lt;br /&gt;Missy Elliot - Get Ur Freak On&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112 - Peaches and Cream&lt;br /&gt;- We were both so hyped for this album. It's a real shame this was one of only two good songs on it. Kind of stopped buying cds for a while after that. Also, there was this girl in our homeroom who'd always say this was the song she was downloading. I kind of suspect she was lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Mya - Case of the Ex&lt;br /&gt;Jagged Edge - Where the Party At?&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The day this became a 106 Old Skool Joint of the day I knew my youth was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Weezer - Island In The Sun&lt;br /&gt;Backstreet Boys - The Call&lt;br /&gt;Faith Hill - There You'll Be&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This song is on the list because we used it as the background music in our Neopets store. Don't act like you're not jealous. Also, it's here because I fucking hate Pearl Harbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-6210064581153822480?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6210064581153822480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=6210064581153822480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/6210064581153822480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/6210064581153822480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-year-2001.html' title='In The Year 2001'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-1919990922897047273</id><published>2009-12-24T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T03:03:51.676-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>In the Year 2000</title><content type='html'>After watching a few "Best Songs of the Decade" lists on TV, we felt the only way to close this year was to make one of our own.  As we looked through the internets, we found that taking one song from each year would be harder than expected, particularly when looking at the first half of the decade, during which we were hormonal, ragey, angst-filled teenagers who really felt like music about love, life, and loss, really spoke to us. DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result? Yearly lists of songs (in no order) that we feel best represent that year, and, most importantly, us at the time. As you'll soon see, this is in no way some serious bidness shit, and, nor did we cry at any point in time while compiling this list (I'm not on my period).  In fact, this is probably the most fun we've had over the phone in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2000:&lt;/b&gt; First year of high school.  Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Song of the Year:  Destiny's Child - Say My Name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sQgd6MccwZc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sQgd6MccwZc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DL: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ojjnoyyjkmt"&gt;Destiny's Child - Say My Name &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honorable Mentions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaliyah - Try Again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toni Braxton - He Wasn't Man Enough For Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt; After Tahnee had broken up with her first skeezy high school boyfriend, he passed us during our school walk-a-thon, with a new girl on his back.  At that point, I distinctly remember T, blasting this song and lip syncing the words.  She claims to not remember this ever happening...  but it remains my favourite “Tahnee-story” ever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Melanie C - I Turn To You&lt;br /&gt;Savage Garden - I Knew I Loved You&lt;br /&gt;Papa Roach - Last Resort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;To this day, this is the song we both turn to, just before reaching the breaking point of school/life... Don’t get it twisted, suicide is not funny (to anyone else except us), but this somehow, this song makes it hilarious.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Pink - There You Go&lt;br /&gt;Enrique - Could I Have This Kiss Forever (feat. Whitney Houston)&lt;br /&gt;Santana - Maria Maria&lt;br /&gt;Sisqo - Thong Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tahnee’s eighth grade agenda consisted mostly of Sisqo and his silver head.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Jessica Simpson - I Want to Love You Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before Papa Joe talked about her boobs, before "chicken or fish", before Ashlee became more popular than her, all we knew about Jessica Simpson was that she was blond, could open her mouth really wide (pause). &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-1919990922897047273?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1919990922897047273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=1919990922897047273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/1919990922897047273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/1919990922897047273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-year-2000.html' title='In the Year 2000'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-6850746385829350573</id><published>2009-12-07T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:29:51.518-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old skool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>Old Skool Joints: Roxbury Edition</title><content type='html'>This week's Old Skool Joint post is inspired by the failure that was my Thursday morning last week. After getting little sleep and spending a combined two hours on transit all for 20 minutes of class I threw myself down on the couch. I promised that I'd just take a little nap and then get right back to school work. This plan might have worked if I hadn't taken a minute to check what was on tv. I mean, how can anyone resist "A Night At the Roxbury"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught the movie a few minutes before Will Ferrell goes to marry Molly Shannon, and it might be because I was a little delirious, or it might be because I'm right, but I decided that the sequence that follows is the greatest thing to happen in any SNL skit turned feature length motion picture. First, Chris Kattan busts up the ceremony by holding a boombox over his head, John Cusack style, and blasts "What is Love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EGmxNNf7-2U&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EGmxNNf7-2U&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then (and I couldn't find a video) he and Will Ferrell re-enact that scene from Jerry MaGuire that we're all so familiar with, while Bruce Springsteen's "Secret Garden" softly plays in the background. Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, I think we should all take a few minutes to enjoy these songs. Preferably back to back for added comedic effect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DL: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?r2ejyjfdgzd"&gt;Haddaway - What is Love?&lt;/a&gt; (m4a)&lt;br /&gt;DL: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?yyby2bojy5m"&gt;Bruce Springsteen - Secret Garden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-6850746385829350573?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6850746385829350573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=6850746385829350573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/6850746385829350573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/6850746385829350573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/old-skool-joints-roxbury-edition.html' title='Old Skool Joints: Roxbury Edition'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-7147238982569724614</id><published>2009-11-29T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:09:22.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old skool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>Old Skool Joint of the Week #13 (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Brandy and Monica&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;The Boy Is Mine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the last post on this blog was about two fabulous women getting together and collaborating, I figured I'd choose something that was along the same lines (though I wouldn't say these two are as fabulous as Beyonce or Gaga, but when I was 11 I had slightly different standards).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me take you all back 11  years (can you believe it's been that long?) to a time where Brandy and Monica were two of the hottest ladies in the R&amp;B world. Naturally, they obviously had to be rivals and completely hate eachother. What better way to clear the air than to get together and record a track about how you're both in love with the same man? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't know if anyone else spent hours at sleepovers working out routines with their childhood "bffs," but I know I sure as hell did. I always played the part of Brandy, partially because she was my favourite but mostly because at one point I had the braids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's all take a few minutes to relive our past and enjoy the video (and make sure to note how 90s it is, from the decor, to the Jerry Springer on the tv, to the cameo by Mekhi Phifer):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hHoHkDi8WeI&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hHoHkDi8WeI&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DL: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?nzhzzj2wlmj"&gt;Brandy (Feat. Monica) - The Boy Is Mine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-7147238982569724614?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7147238982569724614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=7147238982569724614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/7147238982569724614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/7147238982569724614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/11/old-skool-joint-of-week-13.html' title='Old Skool Joint of the Week #13 (?)'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-3127594721996981917</id><published>2009-11-17T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:45:03.616-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion bananas amazing beyonce'/><title type='text'>Tell 'em B.</title><content type='html'>Beyonce just announced to the world, what &lt;a href="http://www.whowhatwear.com/"&gt; WhoWhatWear &lt;/a&gt;and I have known for months: exposed garters are on the come up. Also? they're trashy, AND bananas. Also? BEYONCE IS AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="408" height="334"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/nCYuBcxPx2afPr8F"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/nCYuBcxPx2afPr8F" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" allowscriptaccess="always" width="408" height="334"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're anything like me, and you've been obsessed with lingerie since you first grew a pair (for me, it was last month and I use the term "pair" loosely), you've probably been on the hunt for a dope garter belt to rock with your oversized cardigan/sweater/tshirt, sheer thigh highs, and ankle boots (not at all like a fucking hipster).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/lsd1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(see? no hipster bidness here)&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/00100m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dior Haute Couture Spring 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not exactly a look for everyone (ex: &lt;a href="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/paris-hilton-suspenders2.jpg"&gt;fail&lt;/a&gt;)... But there is no denying, homegirl looks bananas amazing in this one. I mean, no one chews gum quite like Beyonce can. To quote Lady Gaga, "Get 'em B".&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;DL: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?5z2zwyzzj21"&gt;Beyonce - Video Phone (Extended Remix Feat. Lady Gaga)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;Source: Style.com; onsmash.com&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-3127594721996981917?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3127594721996981917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=3127594721996981917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/3127594721996981917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/3127594721996981917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/11/tell-em-b.html' title='Tell &apos;em B.'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-706188441395467361</id><published>2009-11-16T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T17:07:12.229-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old skool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>Old Skool Joint(s) of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ace of Base&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are anything like me you've been jamming to Lady Gaga's "Alejandro" ever since the day the demo leaked (I promise this is relevant and not just an excuse to talk about Gaga). Assuming you were alive in the mid-90s and paid even the slightest attention to pop music you probably remember a little Swedish group called Ace of Base. Since everyone and their mama has pointed out the fact that "Alejandro" sounds a hell of a lot like an Ace of Base track, it felt like the the right time to revisit them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm throwing up the video for "Beautiful Life" because it was their, um, most visually appealing and features one of my favourite uses of a green screen. I mean, they fly through a soccer field, a bar fight, and a night club, and it all looks so realistic! Everyone should be taking notes for their future recession-proof videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pyly3JtXoy4&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pyly3JtXoy4&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DL: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zjyoiamnjy2"&gt;Ace of Base - Beautiful Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DL: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?j4zizmdi2qy"&gt;Ace of Base - All That she Wants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-706188441395467361?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/706188441395467361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=706188441395467361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/706188441395467361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/706188441395467361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/11/old-skool-joints-of-week.html' title='Old Skool Joint(s) of the Week'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-5248069541197769859</id><published>2009-11-15T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T14:13:56.248-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>What I'm Turning: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/clipse3.jpg?t=1258322621" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clipse - &lt;i&gt;Doorman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Let's be real, while Rihanna's new song, &lt;i&gt;Hard,&lt;/i&gt; is not exactly an accurate description of the "edgy" little island girl (really, it's as if I sang that song), it's really the only word I can use to describe &lt;b&gt;Clipse&lt;/b&gt;'s new joint, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Doorman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't loved a &lt;b&gt;Pharrell&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;The Neptunes&lt;/b&gt; production in a while.  Maybe Pharrell's been too caught up in the fashion game, and maybe Chad has been to busy being my only Filipino boyfriend,  to really focus on producing good music --who knows.   Irregardless, it seems like they might be back... because this is how you make a dope mother fucking song --producers, take note. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Granted, I'm not hard to please (ex: I spent a week listening/dancing to the entire New Boyz record), but I think even hip hop heads (like me) will agree this goes in. But if this shit, and &lt;i&gt;Popular Demand (Popeye's)&lt;/i&gt;, are any indication of what &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Till The Casket Drops &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as a whole, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;has in store for us on December 8 (I'm going to pretend &lt;i&gt;Eyes on Me&lt;/i&gt; never happened), I might be making the frantic run to my local music store, and take part in the movement... because this song is unreal.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DL: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?h3zjmy2gmim"&gt;Clipse - Doorman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-5248069541197769859?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5248069541197769859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=5248069541197769859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/5248069541197769859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/5248069541197769859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-im-turning-yeah-yeah-yeah-im-so.html' title='What I&apos;m Turning: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I&apos;m so hard...'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-7147860919990933383</id><published>2009-11-12T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:55:52.835-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>The Greatest Music Video Of All Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D5MUFkGeZn8&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D5MUFkGeZn8&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="303"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to push that GAP post down about 5 seconds after it was posted, but I just had to make sure everybody has had the opportunity to experience the glory that is Zapp and Roger's "Computer Love." In your face N'SYNC, these guys were singing about getting it on virtually YEARS before "Digital Get Down."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-7147860919990933383?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7147860919990933383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=7147860919990933383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/7147860919990933383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/7147860919990933383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/11/greatest-music-video-of-all-time.html' title='The Greatest Music Video Of All Time'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-5556588197634645961</id><published>2009-11-12T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:45:57.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Christmas at The Gap</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zJaTBTNUzg4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zJaTBTNUzg4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not December yet, but I seen so many Christmas commercials on TV lately (what up with that America? ya'll ain't even had your Thanksgiving yet?), that I couldn't resist throwing up my favorite one from the Gap last year.  Fun song, with some dope cameos by the Dixie Chicks and two of my boyfriends: Trey Songz and Romany Malco.   Also, am I the only one who gets a Gap sweater at Christmas every year? &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need to rip this shit, and play it when we decorate our tree next week (I'm filipino. We put it up early.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DL: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?qwml5ku4ndx"&gt;Dixie Chicks - I'm Not Ready to Make Nice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-5556588197634645961?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5556588197634645961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=5556588197634645961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/5556588197634645961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/5556588197634645961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-christmas-at-gap.html' title='I Love Christmas at The Gap'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-2331005688281486124</id><published>2009-11-10T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:01:16.381-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>What We're Turning</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.yorapper.com/Photos/wale-attentiondeficit.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wale&lt;/b&gt; - "&lt;i&gt;Attention Deficit&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been following Wale’s career for a while, ever since the now defunct Good Weather For Airstrike’s posted Nike Boots and I couldn’t get it out of my head. So to say I’ve been looking forward to this album might be a bit of an understatement. I had pretty high expectations too since Wale’s put out some seriously good tracks over the past four years that have all been leading up to this major label debut. I’m glad to say that when I listened to this record last mont… I mean today (because I would never ever download a leak because that’s obviously very very wrong) I was not disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be because I’m so sick of listening to hip-hop that’s been auto-tuned to death that Wale’s record feels so fresh, but either way I do think he’s brining something new to the table. He also touches on some serious issues on this record reminding all those fools out there that sometimes it’s okay to get emotional on a record. “Shades” and “Contemplate” stand out, and so does the laid back Hollywood story “90210” (Which he claimed was about Paris Hilton on his Twitter, but which we think might as well be about Lindsay Lohan. I mean, it wouldn’t be the first time he rapped about her). Now don’t get it twisted, he still brings the party on this record. If “Pretty Girls” or “World Tour” don't get you up out of your seat then I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2wp46k2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[She is 90210]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Including the iTunes only “My Sweetie” (which I think should have been an album cut) for your listening pleasure, but you really should get out there to support good music and pick this one up. If your store isn’t stocking it, demand that they do because this album deserves a chance to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DL: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?1mynma2azin"&gt;Wale - My Sweetie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-2331005688281486124?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2331005688281486124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=2331005688281486124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/2331005688281486124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/2331005688281486124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-were-turning.html' title='What We&apos;re Turning'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/2wp46k2_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-1386674445419235395</id><published>2009-11-08T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:55:31.620-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old skool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>Old Skool Joint of the Week #11</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Billy Joel&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;The River of Dreams&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when I get the urge to blog but don't really know what I want to write about, I just put my "OMG the 90s" playlist on shuffle and skip through until a song comes on that gets me excited. Now, if I were making a list of songs from the early 90s that I absolutely loved, this probably wouldn't have even crossed my mind. There's nothing "cool" about this week's song. I don't think all the 6 year olds were grooving to this in their bedrooms, nor do I think this would ever fill a dance floor, but the instant I heard this one I knew it had to go up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back in '93 my parents drove a 1980-something Ford Thunderbird with no FM radio, and nothing as high tech as a tape deck, so we had to deal with whatever the AM dial would give us. I remember this song being a staple on 14 CFUN when they used to actually play music so this one is tied up with all sorts of childhood memories. Hopefully, some of you feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/sy-13406373/billy_joel_the_river_of_dreams_official_music_video.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" name="Metacafe_sy-13406373"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/sy-13406373/billy_joel_the_river_of_dreams_official_music_video/"&gt;Billy Joel - The River Of Dreams (Official Music Video)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DL (mp3): &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?j0yjmntjtzm"&gt;Billy Joel - The River of Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-1386674445419235395?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1386674445419235395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=1386674445419235395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/1386674445419235395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/1386674445419235395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/11/old-skool-joint-of-week-11.html' title='Old Skool Joint of the Week #11'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-1870312091864981455</id><published>2009-10-27T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:33:09.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>I Gave My Heart To Rock N' Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/TheSounds01small.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Sounds w/ Foxy Shazam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 26, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Commodore Ballroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I finally had the chance to fulfil a dream I’ve had for the past six or so years: seeing the Sounds play a headlining show. As far as I know they haven’t played one here since I’ve been of age and the only time I was able to see them was at Warped Tour (and if you’ve ever been to Warped Tour, you know that barely counts). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening act was a band I’d never heard of called &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/foxyshazam"&gt;Foxy Shazam&lt;/a&gt;. They played that semi-ironic brand of late 70s/80s inspired rock (and they dress the part too) that I probably wouldn’t have taken seriously if I heard it on record first, but these guys put on a hell of a show. There were handstands, magic tricks, staged fights, high fives, people crawling across the stage, guitars thrown into the crowd, and at one point I’m pretty sure the signer ate a couple cigarettes. They definitely succeeded in getting everyone pumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/PA261013.jpg" width="500" height="375"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[look at those fucking hipsters]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the time between sets I realized this wasn’t going to be the most civil crowd. People were already shoving their way to the front and some girls got into a fight with a couple guys to the right of me and started smacking them in the head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally The Sounds hit the stage and everyone went nuts. I could try and be objective here, but all I can really say is that they were absolutely amazing. Maja might just be my new favourite front woman (or maybe I‘ll call it a three way tie). She completely owned that stage. They played a pretty varied set that covered all three records. Highlights included “Seven Days a Week,” “Ego,” “Living in America,” and “Painted By Numbers” which was especially awesome live. There was also an incredibly off key “Night After Night” sing along where people pulled their lighters out. At one point Maja did a stage dive and crowd surfed over us. I’m not embarrassed to admit that I acted like a ridiculous fangirl when I got to grab her hand. It was like I was 15 all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/TheSounds02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They closed the night with “Hope You’re Happy Now” and a pit opened up in the crowd. I can’t even remember the last time I was in an actual mosh pit, but I definitely remembered why I stopped putting up with that mess. Maja claimed we were the most energetic crowd of the tour and promised she wasn’t just saying that for the sake of saying it and said she'd tell everyone else. For once, I actually believed her because people were completely insane. There was a non-stop wave of crowd surfers and not enough security to catch them. I left the venue having accidentally ingested the hair of several strangers and covered in sweat that was mostly not my own, but it was absolutely worth it (even if I keep finding new places that hurt every time I stand up). If you’re even a casual fan and you haven’t seen The Sounds yet, what the hell are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and on a completely unrelated topic, I should mention that we did get to see Jay-Z a couple weeks back and he was all inspiring and shit. Just sayin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-1870312091864981455?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1870312091864981455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=1870312091864981455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/1870312091864981455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/1870312091864981455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-gave-my-heart-to-rock-n-roll.html' title='I Gave My Heart To Rock N&apos; Roll'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-9112364826090959342</id><published>2009-10-19T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:19:34.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old skool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>Old Skool Joint of the Week #10</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/15n6nol.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's song comes from 1999's &lt;i&gt;Fanmail&lt;/i&gt;, aka the last record TLC released that mattered (I know it's rough, but it's true: there's no TLC without Left Eye). Now I know everybody remembers &lt;i&gt;No Scrubs&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Unpretty&lt;/i&gt; so I'm not going to waste your time by putting on of those up. Instead, I want to talk about the relatively successful (for an unofficial single) &lt;i&gt;I'm Good At Being Bad&lt;/i&gt;. I don't think that TLC was ever meant for children, but they were definitely popular with young girls. This record came out when I was 12, and this was one of those tracks I had to turn the volume down on so my parents wouldn't hear me listening to it. Now it's ten years later and I'm still vibing to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video of them performing a slightly edited version on the Fanmail tour, plus a link to the album version, so you can find out just what type of man T-Boz, Left Eye, and Chilli were looking for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Lj7lUZz0KE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Lj7lUZz0KE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DL: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?gynry4tl4wf"&gt;TLC - I'm Good At Being Bad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-9112364826090959342?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/9112364826090959342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=9112364826090959342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/9112364826090959342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/9112364826090959342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-skool-joint-of-week-10.html' title='Old Skool Joint of the Week #10'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/15n6nol_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-7920981317908543019</id><published>2009-10-14T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:26:24.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>It's Hard To Be A Hip-Hop Fan In This City</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2iqxw12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I woke up from my two and a half hour nap this afternoon I checked my phone and found out that &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/kidsister"&gt;Kid Sister&lt;/a&gt;'s show this coming Monday is cancelled. I was already preparing for this news when I saw Vancouver left off a tour poster, but I’m still pretty bummed out about it. I don't know why the show was cancelled and I'm not mad at Kid Sister (I mean, she even apologized to us &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/KidSisterMelisa/statuses/4873379809"&gt;over&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/KidSisterMelisa/statuses/4874723597"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;!) The thing that I am annoyed about is how this is just another in a series of disappointments in the sad life of a hip-hop fan in Vancouver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're talking about some mainstream artists, something more underground, or even some of that hipster bullshit you don't get many opportunities to go out and see rappers live around here. I don't know if it's because the market just isn't big enough, or if it's because Canada has a notorious reputation for being hard as hell on rappers trying to cross the border, but a lot of big names seem to not even bother. And even when they do try you never really know if the show is going to happen. For example, that disaster with the Young Money Tour back in August when the show was cancelled about an hour before show time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what else irks me? We live in a pretty culturally diverse city of well over 500 000 people and it's pretty hard to find one good hip-hop night at a club on a weekend. We have two top 40 radio stations and not one dedicated Urban station. Instead we get something like two hours (don’t quote me on that number) of programming devoted to hip-hop a week. What I'm saying is, it sucks. And I'm not just complaining because I don’t get to see big names in American hip-hop, that lack of support has to have some negative effect on Canadian acts as well (Wheelchair Jimmy excluded). So let's hope that this Friday's Jay-Z show goes off without a hitch so I can get my fix for the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tie this post up I'm throwing an old Kid Sister track out there to put me and whoever else is reading this in a better mood. Make sure you buy her album on November 17th (Or you know, whenever it actually comes out). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ngod54imldt"&gt;Kid Sister - Family Reunion (Feat. David Banner)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-7920981317908543019?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7920981317908543019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=7920981317908543019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/7920981317908543019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/7920981317908543019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-when-i-woke-up-from-my-two-and-half.html' title='It&apos;s Hard To Be A Hip-Hop Fan In This City'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/2iqxw12_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-6806509279644378125</id><published>2009-10-10T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T11:20:11.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old skool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>Old Skool Joint of the Week #9</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2zqhjqw.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kris Kross&lt;/b&gt; - "&lt;i&gt;Jump&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil' Bow Wow wasn't the first pre-teen rapper that Jermaine Dupri decided the world needed to hear. Almost a decade earlier he came across little Chris Kelly, and Chris Smith and Kris Kross was born. They did it first and, maybe I'm blinded by nostalgia, I think they did it best (backwards clothes excluded). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Totally Krossed Out&lt;/i&gt; was among the first CDs I ever got, and it was definitely the first rap record I ever owned. My 5-year old self used to crank this and bounce off the walls whenever I put it on. To be honest, my 22-year old self still does. Don't try to play it cool and act like you don't get a little pumped whenever "Jump" comes on either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o-K3irNgcaA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o-K3irNgcaA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-6806509279644378125?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6806509279644378125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=6806509279644378125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/6806509279644378125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/6806509279644378125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-skool-joint-of-week-9.html' title='Old Skool Joint of the Week #9'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/2zqhjqw_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-9170528139360188138</id><published>2009-10-04T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:20:23.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>What I'm Turning: J.Cole playcount @ 800</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/jcole.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On the real, I think I'm pretty behind on this shit. I've been riding the Cash Money/Young Money wave for what feels like over year-- even riding with them during the Lil Wayne backlash.  Then &lt;b&gt;Drake&lt;/b&gt; popped in, and it felt like the rest of the music world just died for me --it was all about Drake.  Granted, I'm still a big Drake fan, and don't get it twisted, I still bump &lt;b&gt;So Far Gone &lt;/b&gt;(even if I do turn down the volume when Best I Ever Had comes on), and I'm in love with everything off &lt;b&gt;Comeback Season&lt;/b&gt;, but for the past week or so, I've been living in a&lt;b&gt; J. Cole&lt;/b&gt; world. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After his appearance on Jay's "A Star is Born," I've gotten into a habit of downloading anything with his name attached, without taking an actual listen to the songs.  But when it was announced he'd be showing up on the tour, I figured I'd take a listen.  This was a week ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since then I've been on a J. Cole fucking frenzy.  From  &lt;b&gt;The Warm Up&lt;/b&gt; (amazing), &lt;b&gt;The Come Up &lt;/b&gt;(classssssic), freestyles (&lt;i&gt;I forgot how sexy boys just goin' in on a beat can be&lt;/i&gt; [shoutout to Eminem lol]) to adorable interviews where he talks about his 3.82 GPA and basketball (*swoon*), I can't get enough J. Cole.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps the attraction comes from no one really knowing him or his music, or maybe his music is really just that good (it is).  But for a second, he totally made me forget the sad things in life: T.I. is in jail; Drake looks a paste-eater.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make sure to download&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;new RocNation endorsed&lt;/span&gt; The &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warm Up&lt;/b&gt; and the classic, and totally slept on, &lt;b&gt;The Come Up&lt;/b&gt;. If nothing else, watch him go hard on this beat:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dwqK0rMoJ3s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dwqK0rMoJ3s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be clear, that on the real, this is not hipster approved shit.  This is real shit (for once). And I love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know. Weird, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-9170528139360188138?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/9170528139360188138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=9170528139360188138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/9170528139360188138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/9170528139360188138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-im-turning-jcole-playcount-800.html' title='What I&apos;m Turning: J.Cole playcount @ 800'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-7307933400370794127</id><published>2009-10-03T00:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:27:24.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 3rd</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"On October 3rd, he asked me what day it was"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/dwz08x.jpg" width="450" height="253"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It's October 3rd"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2vta2a0.jpg" width="450" height="253"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;i&gt;fin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-7307933400370794127?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7307933400370794127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=7307933400370794127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/7307933400370794127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/7307933400370794127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-3rd.html' title='October 3rd'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/dwz08x_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-6103025165761536562</id><published>2009-09-21T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:22:03.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old skool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>Old Skool Joint of the Week #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Skee-Lo&lt;/b&gt; - "&lt;i&gt;I Wish&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've definitely been slacking when it comes to these posts lately, but as part of my quest to finally reach 100 posts on this blog by the end of this year, I might try and pick it up. Emphasis on "might."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's Old Skool Joint comes to you via a short video interview of the incomparable Ms. Megan Fox. When asked if there was anything she would like to change about herself she answered, "I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller, I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her." Since she's currently my favourite celebrity, it only made sense to throw this song up on the blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I decided to check Wikipedia to see if I could find something to say about Skee-Lo other than "This song came out in 1995 and was on my &lt;i&gt;Hit List&lt;/i&gt; compilation cd," I found out that this was somehow actually nominated for a Grammy. It went up against Notorious B.I.G.'s "Big Poppa," 2Pac's "Dear Mama," Busta's "Woo Hah!! Got You All In Check," and lost to Coolio's "Gangsta's Paradise." I'm just going to let that information summer for a while and let you all figure out what I think the Grammy voters were smoking that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xj3mv&amp;related=0" width="480" height="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xj3mv&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xj3mv_i-wish-skee-lo_music?embed=1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dailymotion.com/thumbnail/video/xj3mv" width="480" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the aforementioned Megan Fox video for the hell of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c6a6lhYlYUI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c6a6lhYlYUI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-6103025165761536562?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6103025165761536562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=6103025165761536562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/6103025165761536562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/6103025165761536562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/09/old-skool-joint-of-week-8.html' title='Old Skool Joint of the Week #8'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-7852467082134224984</id><published>2009-09-19T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T23:46:29.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Not To Do On Television</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2nqb5g3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know I'm a little late on this, but as some of you may know Wednesday's episode of Oprah was a tribute to Michael Jackson. Rather than just re-airing her entire 1993 interview with him from Neverland Ranch, she decided to fill the show with what felt like 20 solid minutes of her reflecting on the experience of interviewing him. In theory, this might have sounded like a pretty good idea, but instead she just rambled on about thoughts I don't believe she really had and seemed to suggest that if she had reached out to him she could have done something to save him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not what I'm making this post to complain about though. Did you notice something a little odd in that screen cap up there? No? Let me make it a little more obvious for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2rzdu0m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that's not an especially furry couch cushion, it's a dog. A dog that spent her segment sleeping in various positions and looking a whole lot like it was dead. It was more fun trying to see if the dog was breathing that it was listening to anything Oprah had to say. Eventually it moved around a bit, starting out on her lap with its nose in her crotch. I don't understand how anyone didn't think to move the dog from the couch at that point. Then slowly moved from shot to shot to the left of the frame and eventually disappeared. Fucking distracting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog basically stole the show, since Oprah spent her time blathering on about how she could see Michael's veins and cut out some essential bits of the interview. You know, like the part when she awkwardly jams to Michael beat boxing and singing "Who Is It" acapella:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/ezhd6q.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or whenever this happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.tinypic.com/2n852me.jpg" width="400" height="281"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-7852467082134224984?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7852467082134224984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=7852467082134224984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/7852467082134224984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/7852467082134224984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-not-to-do-on-television.html' title='What Not To Do On Television'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/2nqb5g3_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-4117154856569701561</id><published>2009-09-11T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:10:43.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>What We're Turning (Before We're Off It)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/bp3-album-cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As one half of the hardest working couples in the business, I expect nothing but greatness from Jigga.  Not going to lie, the silent excitement I had for this album began when "Jockin' Jay-Z" dropped whenever it did last year. So when it finally leaked two weeks ago, I couldn't resist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll say it: It's not a 'hit', nor is it a 'miss'.  Sure, "Run This Town" takes a week to grow on you, and yea, the album ends on a weak note (was that closer really a "Forever Young" sample, Jay? really?), but there's no denying that this album's got fire, and maybe worth the $14.99 (or however much CD's cost these days --Wait. I mean. OF COURSE I STILL BUY CDs, I'M NOT SOME SORT OF EYE-PATCH-WEARING-PEG-LEG-PIRATE &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;arr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; favorites: &lt;b&gt;Empire State of Mind &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;feat. Alicia Keys)&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Off That &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Feat. Drake)&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Venus vs. Mars, A Star is Born&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(feat. J. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;MF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Cole)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My quasi-positive review of the album, may have something to do with the fact that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; managed to score some pretty epic seats for his Vancouver concert.  At the very least, it's worth a download.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;PS: Sincerest apologies to our non-existent readers for making yesterday's post.  I had a momentarily lapse in judgment (which is not to say that I'm not jamming to some New Boyz right now), and I promise to be exercise some self-disclosure when detailing my cougar-ways. I'll just talk about Drake from now on, which I'm sure, is something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;will thoroughly enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-4117154856569701561?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/4117154856569701561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=4117154856569701561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/4117154856569701561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/4117154856569701561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-were-turning-before-were-off-it.html' title='What We&apos;re Turning (Before We&apos;re Off It)'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-5078520192654038494</id><published>2009-09-10T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T10:46:13.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>[As Embarassing As It Is] What I'm Turning #somethingorother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="374"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhW4uP3fq98CEo4nwI"&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhW4uP3fq98CEo4nwI" quality="high" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Boyz feat. Ray-J - &lt;i&gt;Tie Me Down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lord only knows why I willingly post shit like this on this blog no one reads, instead of pushing some of my other horrible musical addictions (that I refuse to mention &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;DRAKEDRAKEDRAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;) that are enthusiastically supported by the hip hop community (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHICH I AM OF COURSE APART OF...DUH&lt;/span&gt;).  But the heart wants what it wants... Right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is embarassing for several reasons, one of them being the fact that I'm 22, five years older than these skinny-jean-wearing mother fuckers (adorable as they may be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;gawd, fml&lt;/span&gt;).  Another reason? RAY-J IS ON THIS SONG. Nevertheless, I've been bumping these empty-tiny-backpack-wearing dickbags this entire morning.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Embarassing? Absolutely. But have &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; been dancing all morning? Didn't think so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ok, maybe you have, but just let me have this... I mean, I've been listening to New Boyz all morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sidenote: Gawd, skinny jeans? I thought I was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;off that*&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/drakeandjayzbestrapper.jpg?t=1252604120" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*and so begins the Drake-lyrics-dropping.  I apologize in advance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-5078520192654038494?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5078520192654038494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=5078520192654038494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/5078520192654038494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/5078520192654038494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-embarassing-as-it-is-what-im-turning.html' title='[As Embarassing As It Is] What I&apos;m Turning #somethingorother'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-8903417326011852080</id><published>2009-09-06T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T03:37:14.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post #59 In Which We Re-Cast Heathers</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/vpuaf9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we were sitting around watching &lt;b&gt;Heathers&lt;/b&gt;, and naturally, we got to talking about what would happen if there were to be a remake. Honestly, it's only a matter of time before someone in Hollywood gets around to it. I mean, they've got to be running out of material to recycle by now. (I know there's been talk of a sequel for years, but I think that actually makes even less sense than a straight up remake, so we'll just pretend that never happened.) It took us a few tries to come up with the perfect cast, (it's hard to think of young male actors that aren't RPattz or Zac Effron), but I think we've finally got it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/10oi9mb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat Dennings in the place of Winona Ryder, and Juno subbing in for Christian Slater. Lesbians (well, the fake ones at least) are still "in" right? So it's bound to make some bank at the box office. Diablo Cody would of course be asked to write it. It's the only way to make sure that the correct number of pop culture references and the appropriate fake slang make it in the movie. Plus, they'd have to come up with  new catchphrases since "Fuck me gently with a chainsaw" wouldn't fly in this PG-13 world we're living in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same vein, they'd probably have to rework the plot a bit too. I don't know how staged teenage suicides and bomb threats would go over in a post-Columbine society. Maybe they could just put nasty pictures of the Heathers on Facebook or something. Or probably MySpace since the movie would be put out by Fox Searchlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit parts could be played by pretty much anyone who is on the cover of J-14, but the role of "Martha Dumptruck" would have to be changed to "Michael Dumptruck" so it could be played by Jonah Hill. He would spend half the movie yelling, cursing, and making dick and fart jokes for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire thing would be set to a soundtrack of songs you may have heard while shopping in an Urban Outfitters. It would also be protested by the Westboro Baptists Church upon release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you guys, but I think we've got something going here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/b&gt;: You have got to be fucking kidding me: &lt;a href="http://www.filmjunk.com/2009/08/27/heathers-remake-becomes-a-tv-series/"&gt;"Heathers Remake Becomes a TV Series"&lt;/a&gt;. I don't know how I missed this little piece of "news" floating around the internet, but I guess our imaginations weren't quite grotesque enough. Maybe they can get that kid who was Ethan on 90210 to play JD. He's probably still looking for work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-8903417326011852080?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8903417326011852080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=8903417326011852080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/8903417326011852080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/8903417326011852080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-59-in-which-we-re-cast-heathers.html' title='Post #59 In Which We Re-Cast Heathers'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i25.tinypic.com/vpuaf9_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-7285702393740410344</id><published>2009-09-02T22:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:57:06.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lolz'/><title type='text'>Sometimes, the internet wins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/frodo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/frodo-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did homeboy come in character?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(click on picture to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-7285702393740410344?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7285702393740410344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=7285702393740410344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/7285702393740410344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/7285702393740410344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-internet-wins.html' title='Sometimes, the internet wins.'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-2814556456733677582</id><published>2009-09-02T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:57:28.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old skool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>Old Skool Joint of the Week #7</title><content type='html'>Damn, did I really let over half a month go by without putting something new up on this blog that no one reads? (I mean, seriously, if you do read it can you leave a comment sometime? It feels so lonely out here. Wait, did that come off as desperate? Yeah, I guess it was pretty desperate. But I ain't apologizing to our non-existent readers anyway). What was I saying? Oh right. New post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September sure snuck up on me pretty fast. This is usually a pretty sad time of year for me, and this year is especially rough since this is pretty much the last Summer Vacation I'll ever have. Come this time next year, I won't be "on vacation," I'll just be "unemployed." The point is, I'm feeling a more nostalgic than ever and that made it a little hard to pick a song to post up here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I'd go back to another time I was starting the last of something. In September 1999 I was just starting seventh grade, and you know what was pretty fucking big back during that transitional year of my life? Jennifer Lopez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's all take a few minutes to remember a time before every magazine felt the need to come up with a "clever" nick name for every celebrity couple. Back when obnoxious hair clips, blonde highlights, and big puffy jackets were acceptable. And most importantly, a time when people understood the importance of a fierce dance break in the middle of a song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jennifer Lopez&lt;/b&gt; - "&lt;i&gt;Feelin' So Good&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UEAKqm5II2U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UEAKqm5II2U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-2814556456733677582?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2814556456733677582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=2814556456733677582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/2814556456733677582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/2814556456733677582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/09/old-skool-joint-of-week-7.html' title='Old Skool Joint of the Week #7'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-8195590861662468610</id><published>2009-08-13T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T04:20:01.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>What (I'm) Turning #whoreallycaresanwyay</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2jdmgrq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kid Sister &lt;/b&gt;- "&lt;i&gt;Right Hand Hi&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, it's sure been a long time since one of these posts went up. In part, because we're lazy, but also because it's just been a long time since I heard a new song I liked enough to take a minute to write about for this blog that no one reads. So please, enjoy some of what certain people I know might call "some hipster bullshit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since Chicago's &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/kidsister"&gt;Kid Sister&lt;/a&gt; hit the mainstream with her Kanye West assisted "Pro-Nails," but it seems she's kept herself busy. I know this track was sitting on top of the Hype Machine a couple of weeks ago, but in case you slept on it, give it another shot. It took me a couple of listens to warm up to, but with it's simple hook and dance floor appeal, it makes for a perfect end of Summer jam. Hopefully this is a sign that her debut is finally going to drop, because I feel like I've been waiting on this one for way too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cEqxUwLCAQA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cEqxUwLCAQA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-8195590861662468610?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8195590861662468610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=8195590861662468610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/8195590861662468610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/8195590861662468610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-im-turning-whoreallycaresanwyay.html' title='What (I&apos;m) Turning #whoreallycaresanwyay'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2jdmgrq_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-6317200398118213169</id><published>2009-08-08T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:26:56.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old skool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>Old Skool Joint of the Week #6</title><content type='html'>Lately, I haven't even had to put my "OMG THE 90S" playlist on shuffle to pick a song to post up on here. The universe just keeps throwing them my way. It's like the world knows I'm on some kind of serious nostalgia trip this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have noticed that I've got a soft spot for cheesy dance music. You know, the kind of stuff you might find on a Dance Mix 90-something cd, or the kind you might find the Butabi brothers jamming to at the Roxbury. As for this song, I basically forgot it even existed until a DJ decided to throw it on while I was out last weekend. So please, crank up the volume and take a few minutes to reminisce and enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Max-A-Million&lt;/b&gt; - "&lt;i&gt;Fat Boy&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m8F9uiebX_E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m8F9uiebX_E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-6317200398118213169?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6317200398118213169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=6317200398118213169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/6317200398118213169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/6317200398118213169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/08/old-skool-joint-of-week-6.html' title='Old Skool Joint of the Week #6'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-5234343381003124673</id><published>2009-08-06T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T02:34:53.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Funny People? More Really Fucking Annoying People.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/Funnypeople.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning (well at noon, but that's morning to me) I went with my fellow blogger to check out Judd Apatow's latest offering &lt;i&gt;Funny People&lt;/i&gt;. Two and a half grueling hours later all I got was a shitty bag of popcorn and a strong desire to get my $12.50 back. I'm just going to cut right to the chase here since two years of film studies taught me that I don't actually like writing about movies all that much and present my complains in convenient list form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;Apatow seemed to have a knack for making movies that were full of hilarious comedy but still managed to have lots of heart. This one had neither.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;The stuff that's supposed to be funny isn't, and the parts that are supposed to be dramatic aren't compelling.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laughs were few and far between, but there were plenty of moments where I felt like I was supposed to be laughing but I wasn't. I felt like all the stand up scenes were supposed to be funny, but I know that if I saw half that shit in a comedy club I wouldn't even crack a smile. The parts that were supposed to evoke some kind of emotional response were just stagnant as fuck. Not once did I ever really care about these characters and what they were going through. Sandler's character was such a jerk I almost just wanted him to hurry up and die. And I never wanted Seth Rogen to get the girl. That was just fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;It tries to be two things at once and doesn't do either of them particularly well.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny People is both a look at a group of guys trying to make it in the business, and a story about a guy dealing with his own mortality, unhappiness, while trying to win back the love of his life. The A story and the B story never really seemed to gel. Sometimes I felt like I was watching two completely different movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;People have occasionally complained that Apatow doesn't know how to write female characters. I'm starting to agree with this.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what the fuck was with Leslie Mann's character? How did she not smack Sandler in the face when he didn't tell her immediately that he was getting better? How did she even temporarily think it would be a good idea to run back to him? And most importantly, why the fuck wasn't she funny? It just feels like such a huge fucking waste of talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;This movie had no business being two and a half fucking hours long.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm going to sit my ass in a movie theatre chair for that long I better be getting some epic shit. I'm talking Lord of the Rings or fucking Titanic level epicness. I really don't understand how anyone sat in an editing room and decided that every single one of those scenes needed to stay in that movie. Especially all that shit of Adam Sandler's character's movies. One or two scenes of him waxing nostalgic, or a few posters in the background would have been fine. I did not need to see so much of the baby man or that merman fuckery. Especially when the merman did nothing but remind me of an actually funny movie you may have heard of called Zoolander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get that the title was trying to be ironic, I'm even a total sucker for movies that get slapped with the "dramedy" label, but this was just one big ol' bloated mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-5234343381003124673?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5234343381003124673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=5234343381003124673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/5234343381003124673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/5234343381003124673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-people-more-really-fucking.html' title='Funny People? 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We've been obsessed with the fuckfest that is the Samantha Ronson &amp;amp; Lindsay Lohan show (we now live in a world where it's appropriate to put Sam on top [dirty] billing --sorry Laloo), ever since... well, it seems like forever.  As such, we feel it's fitting that we finally make our Top 5 "SamanTAH" Judith Ronson and "LinZEE" Dee Lohan Paparazzi Videos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number 5:&lt;i&gt; "She's on my property, I don't know her, I want her out."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UKuqnKaOHpg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UKuqnKaOHpg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most recent addition to our list of magical moments. The video speaks for itself and while T may find this hard to watch, I think its hysterical, not only because I'm a heartless bitch,  but because I love when Lindsay gets her mom voice going.  This breakdown comes second to her breakdown in &lt;b&gt;Labor Pains &lt;/b&gt;where she loses her mind and takes a ballon and shoves it under her dress after her sister rips apart her fake belly.  I know they're not really the same, and they really should not be placed in the same category, but I really just wanted to recount my favorite part of, what I maintain is, an amazing movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number 4: &lt;i&gt;"Linzee, why are you crying?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://x17online.com/celebrities/lindsay_lohan/lindsay_is_losing_it-04052009.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SnkSLPEIYjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/M6_BCo8acAY/s320/lindsay-lohan-drunk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366340415220376114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 309px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also pretty recent, this &lt;a href="http://x17online.com/celebrities/lindsay_lohan/lindsay_is_losing_it-04052009.php"&gt;&lt;b&gt;video&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;came in light of one of their bigger break ups, you know, the one that warranted a restraining order?  Good times.  It was this video that brought us the now ubiquitous* "Linzeeeee" and "Samantaaaaah" cries of hilarity.  How amazing is it that the true stars of this video are the paparazzi's accents? Oh, hollywood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*I use this word pretty loosely, because by ubiquitous, I only mean to me and T. To the rest of their world it's "What kind of crack[s] are you smoking?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number 3: The Early Years.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=39159787,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=39159787,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This video is from pre-rehab Lohan, pre-Sam and Lilo, pre-leggings, pre-restraining order, pre-"Uck"/"come at me bitch", pre-everything really.  While not quite quotable, the video is amazing nonetheless, for three reasons: 1, it showed us that Samantha Ronson dances like a ridiculous white girl; 2, Lindsay Lohan knows all the words to her songs; and 3, it gave us our blog name.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Honorable Mention: STRANDED.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YXoF_dACDEs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YXoF_dACDEs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was hard for us to place this one on the list, because it's not as quotable as one would assume, but to leave it off would make this post incomplete.  The video is pretty self-explanatory. But I think what I like most about what this video has brought to my life, is the fact that when I was in Vegas last month, I stopped in the middle of my tracks and said to myself "Is... this... omg. YES. THIS IS WHERE SHE LEFT HER." (On a day to day basis, I don't refer to them by their names, just "she" and "her," because I'm too embarassed to let people know how much I discuss their never ending love story).    It really was a shining moment in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number 2: &lt;i&gt;"OW! OW! OW!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDPJBPapYx0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDPJBPapYx0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot tell you how long we laughed when we found this video.  We're not really sure how we found it, but I'm guessing a certain livejournal community kept dropping the words "MOVE BACK AND CALM DOWN" here and there, driving me to type "lindsay lohan + move back and calm down" into google.  The rest is quotable history. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Number 1:&lt;i&gt; "Samantha! STOP IT!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LnqFeaNSh24&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LnqFeaNSh24&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easily one of the most quotable paparazzi videos of all time.   To this day, everytime we hear Timbaland's &lt;i&gt;The Way I Are,&lt;/i&gt; we squeal with laughter.  We just can't seem to STOP IT. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(WHAT).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sources: x17online, tmz, hollywoodtv, splashnews, youtube, myspace, internet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-3122839900878367771?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3122839900878367771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=3122839900878367771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/3122839900878367771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/3122839900878367771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-more-personal-raw.html' title='A Little More Personal (Raw)'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SnkSLPEIYjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/M6_BCo8acAY/s72-c/lindsay-lohan-drunk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-970038702991090597</id><published>2009-07-26T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T01:42:36.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old skool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>Old Skool Joint of the Week #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.tinypic.com/14mh1d4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whitney Houston&lt;/b&gt; - "&lt;i&gt;My Love Is Your Love&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, Whitney's had a pretty rough couple of years. She's spent a good chuck of this millennium being the punch line to quite a few jokes, and giving Maya Rudolph endless material to work on Weekend Update. I'm pretty sure she's never going to live down that "crack is wack" Diane Sawyer interview, but hopefully most people have forgotten about &lt;i&gt;Being Bobby Brown&lt;/i&gt; by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you somehow forgot, Whitney used to put out a hit record, and I'm not just talking about that song from The Bodyguard. This one is definitely one of my favourites. Nothing like a laid back jam about love that'll endure anything the world can throw at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1tnnZxmZEQc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1tnnZxmZEQc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney's got a new album set for release this coming fall, and I really hope she's got her shit together now so this one works out for her. Pop music could always use more people who can, you know, actually sing. If you're worried about how her voice has held up over the years, don't. As Jane Fonda &lt;a href="http://janefonda.com/whitney-houston/"&gt; reassures us&lt;/a&gt;, her voice "remains strong." Plus, how fucking 90s would it be to have new records from Whitney and Mariah drop practically back to back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-970038702991090597?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/970038702991090597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=970038702991090597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/970038702991090597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/970038702991090597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/07/old-skool-joint-of-week-5.html' title='Old Skool Joint of the Week #5'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.tinypic.com/14mh1d4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-9204626992173438484</id><published>2009-07-18T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T17:52:16.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>"And the nude colored one was just... a little... nude color...for me."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jennifer Garner, in the season finale of &lt;b&gt;The Rachel Zoe Project&lt;/b&gt;, you are so right. The nude colored one is sooo nude color, and it (and all variations of said color) is most definitely all I am craving right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SmJtN5PcnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/sEX3VdrlFjo/s320/00110m.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359966591995649202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure, maybe I'm a little behind on this, but I can't help but proclaim all things nude color being equivalent to gold.  Maybe it's because I'm slightly partial to my friends at Stella McCartney (SRTW09) and Chloe (FRTW09), and ladies like Kate Bosworth, Chloe Sevigny (who despite, being horrifically ugly, remains in my style inspiration book [obvs]) who, when wearing clothing of nude color, make my heart stop just a little, but I think it goes a little deeper than that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ShSHuseHjTk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ShSHuseHjTk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gawd. I miss this time. Inspiring. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[Perhaps, not so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;clothing-wise, but definitely color-wise].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: This obsession might explain why I have been, reluctantly, sitting in the sun with a low SPF sunscreen. I can't possibly step into nude colored outfits, being as white as the background of this blog (that is not a joke. I am this color.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://style.com/"&gt;style.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-9204626992173438484?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/9204626992173438484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=9204626992173438484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/9204626992173438484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/9204626992173438484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-nude-colored-one-was-just-little.html' title='&quot;And the nude colored one was just... a little... nude color...for me.&quot;'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SmJtN5PcnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/sEX3VdrlFjo/s72-c/00110m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-936024862902724203</id><published>2009-07-18T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T03:44:38.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old skool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>Old Skool Joint of the Week #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/bus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get to the song, I'm adding a little regional nostalgia that won't mean shit to most people so the rest of you can probably just skip ahead. You see that up there? That's an old as hell bus transfer that I found at the bottom of my highschool memories box (which, by the way, is full of embarrassment, but that's another story for another day). I don't have anything so old that it has "BC Transit" stamped on it, but that thing reminds me of a simpler time. Back when a bus driver might accidentally give you an extra 15 minutes, or might not notice you're short a dime, and it didn't take 5 minutes for 10 people to get on because they keep inserting their card the wrong way. Also, a time when it didn't cost $2.25 to go one damn zone and when they realized vinyl seat covers was the way to go in a city where it rained this much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what else used to be a little bit better back when bus transfers were made of newspaper? Janet Jackson. Now, don't get it twisted, I'm not saying homegirl isn't still fierce as fuck (because she is), but her last couple records have been lacking a certain something. I'm going to blame Jermaine Dupri for that, and no, I don't have any rational reasoning behind that so don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be honest, it's been a while since I really listened to any old school Janet and I almost forgot this track even existed. Thankfully, today's episode of Ranked! on MuchMoreMusic played it and all the good times came flooding back. I thought this video was dope as hell, I mean, who wouldn't want Janet to show up at their house for a party, even if it was all a dream? I'm also pretty sure I sat in front of the radio listening to Z95 waiting for this song to come on the Hot 6 @ 6 so I could tape it. There was no HypeMachine back in '98.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Janet Jackson&lt;/b&gt; - "&lt;i&gt;Go Deep&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f4nFoJpShTg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f4nFoJpShTg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-936024862902724203?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/936024862902724203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=936024862902724203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/936024862902724203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/936024862902724203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/07/old-skool-joint-of-week-4.html' title='Old Skool Joint of the Week #4'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-4602425387278876242</id><published>2009-07-11T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T02:59:14.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old skool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>Old Skool Joint of the Week #3</title><content type='html'>What's this? A new post two Fridays in a row? I'm on a roll here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking a song to highlight this week was actually pretty difficult. Thanks to a trip down 90s R&amp;B memory lane led by my fellow poster on this blog nobody reads, I was overwhelmed with Darkchild produced tracks to choose from. Should I go with Brandy? Monica? That Tatyana Ali song? So rather than pick one of those, I decided to go with a little late 90s/early 00s female Hip-Hop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eve Feat. Faith Evans&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;"Love is Blind"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve sort of fell off after she let her hair grow out and got that show on UPN. Musically, she's spent most of the past six years guesting on other people's records and releasing that annoying as fuck (but totally catchy) "Tambourine" song. Back in '99, she was just breaking out as the "Ruff Ryder's First Lady." While she was running around with DMX, she released this track about getting revenge on a friend's abusive boyfriend. It's a shame that I mostly remember this one as the soundtrack to every 14 year old girl's "troubled" relationship, because it's actually got some powerful lyrics. But you know how it is, shit can get real tough when your boyfriend doesn't call you right after you page him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uh64nY2pQqU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uh64nY2pQqU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-4602425387278876242?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/4602425387278876242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=4602425387278876242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/4602425387278876242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/4602425387278876242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/07/old-skool-joint-of-week-3.html' title='Old Skool Joint of the Week #3'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-423181584970152073</id><published>2009-07-03T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T02:59:32.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old skool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>Old Skool Joint of the Week (Redux)</title><content type='html'>Remember how over a month ago I said that I was starting a new feature on this blog to try and generate some regular content, except it was a complete and utter failure? No? Okay, well that doesn't matter. Point is, I'm going to try that one again by bringing you another shot of 90s nostalgia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Mighty Mighty Bosstones&lt;/b&gt; - "&lt;i&gt;The Impression That I Get&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With their ska beats the Bosstones had more than a few kids skanking in their Doc Martens with their plaid shirts tied around their waists. The horn section also helped hundreds of band geeks believe there was a place for them beyond the half-time show of their highschool's football games. The band also scores major 90s points for appearing in one of the greatest teen movies of all time, &lt;i&gt;Clueless&lt;/i&gt;. I'm also pretty sure there's some &lt;i&gt;Sabrina the Teenage Witch&lt;/i&gt; connection to this song, but I'm blanking right now. Anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v7A8Mkg1qYQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v7A8Mkg1qYQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Fact: I almost missed the Bosstones' set at the first Warped Tour I went to because some guy wanted me to listen to his band's demo on a discman he brought. Times sure were tough in the days before MySpace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-423181584970152073?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/423181584970152073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=423181584970152073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/423181584970152073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/423181584970152073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/07/old-skool-joint-of-week-redux.html' title='Old Skool Joint of the Week (Redux)'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-279582784490698841</id><published>2009-06-07T20:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:10:17.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaq Who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/wwci85.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-279582784490698841?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/279582784490698841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=279582784490698841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/279582784490698841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/279582784490698841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/06/shaq-who.html' title='Shaq Who?'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/wwci85_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-3725380857253887991</id><published>2009-05-28T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T02:59:54.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old skool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>Old Skool Joint of the Week</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my recent marathon watching of Buffy the Vampire Slayer I've been hit with a serious bout of 90s nostalgia. To try and cure it I wound up making a two hundred and something song playlist highlighting the best (and worst) songs of the decade. So now, in an effort to try and come up with some regular content for this blog no one reads, I'm going to showcase a song off that list ever week so we can all reminisce together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, &lt;b&gt;Real McCoy's "Another Night"&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm sure you remember, dance music was pretty big for a while in the 90s, and this was definitely one of my favourite synth heavy songs that you would probably see someone in neon tights with a belly ring dancing to on Electric Circus. Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Mzmm-2KL5w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Mzmm-2KL5w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-3725380857253887991?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3725380857253887991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=3725380857253887991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/3725380857253887991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/3725380857253887991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/05/old-skool-joint-of-week.html' title='Old Skool Joint of the Week'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-3014645221937006965</id><published>2009-05-23T00:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:46:16.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>Terminator: Strength of the Human Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;SPOILERS&lt;/b&gt;, obvs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/terminatorheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I’m going to start this by saying that I’m a fan of bug dumb action movies. I know that sometimes you just have to turn your brain off and enjoy the ride. Yet, even I have my limits. &lt;b&gt;Terminator Salvation&lt;/b&gt; crossed the line from “mindless entertainment” and headed into “straight up dumb” territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That’s not to say that McG didn’t succeed in terms of some fun action. Stuff blew up, and it sure did look cool, but I have to believe that lying on some figurative editing room floor there is a version of this film where the plot and actions of the characters actually make some fucking sense. Take for example Moon Bloodgood’s character whose name I can’t fucking remember. Let’s say you’ve been fighting in an all out war against the machines. You know they want you dead. You know they can’t be trusted. Yet you seriously think it’s okay to lie to Common so you can release him because there’s absolutely no way he could be lying to you because he looks like a “man”? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I also know that when watching movies there’s this whole “suspension of disbelief” thing you have to do. But do not tell me that it’s safe and possible to detonate what are essentially a bunch of nuclear bombs that wipe out an entire Sky Net facility while you’re in some goddam helicopter right fucking next to it. If those visions from T2 taught me anything, that is not how fucking nuclear bombs work. Also, you shoot the Terminators in the head! Everyone knows that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Another thing I normally don’t mind is when a movie, even a big dumb action movie, tries to have some sort of moral or message. What I do have a problem with is when they repeatedly smack you in the face with it. The question of what makes humans different from the machines is one that comes up over and over again in sci-fi, and now we don’t need to wonder anymore. It’s our heart. Literally. See, Marcus has a heart, and that’s why he turns his back on Bellatrix Lestrange and goes to save John Connor. That’s why when we see through the eyes of the terminator trying to kill him his “vulnerability” is his heart. He is killed by a punch to his heart. He is revived by a shock to his heart. John Connor almost dies because he is stabbed through his heart. Then (in an ending that felt ripped straight from a Michael Bay film) in a totally sterile desert operating room, Marcus give John his heart so that He, John Connor, the HEART of the Human resistance, can continue to live. GET IT? DID YOU GET IT YET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B+ for the action, F- for the plot and for making no fucking sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also, while watching, a fun game to play is trying to guess at what exact moment Christian Bale lost his shit. Honestly, I think that was my favourite part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-3014645221937006965?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3014645221937006965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=3014645221937006965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/3014645221937006965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/3014645221937006965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/05/terminator-strength-of-human-heart.html' title='Terminator: Strength of the Human Heart'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-7749356841311237477</id><published>2009-05-08T23:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:19:39.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Suck It Nerds!</title><content type='html'>I do realize that I could take a few minutes to write out an actual review of this movie, but there are already tons of those out there put up by people who actually get paid to do that shit. Instead, I'm just going to do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/b46vdx.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i rite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-7749356841311237477?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7749356841311237477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=7749356841311237477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/7749356841311237477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/7749356841311237477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/05/suck-it-nerds.html' title='Suck It Nerds!'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/b46vdx_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-9158756093680691155</id><published>2009-04-30T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T00:44:11.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>What We're Turning #12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jada.gif" target="_blank" width="220" height="159"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/jada.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jada &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Cowboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who would've thought that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;House&lt;/span&gt; would make me want to hunt the internet for this one? Watching Wilson and Chase get down to this song, might just be the most epic thing I've seen on TV in a while.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't the members of this Boston based girl group &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(can I please get a "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT" for that one?) &lt;/span&gt;soooooo look like they would sing a song as trashy as this? Red one and Konvict music really know how to pick 'em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on, what I figure would be a completely unrelated topic, when looking for a picture of "Jada + American cowboy", &lt;a href="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/2009/03/custom_1237236269474_newdora031609.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; came up.  Gawd, I love the internet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xcfQ8C7mTAY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xcfQ8C7mTAY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[EDIT:&lt;/b&gt; We are now officially Jada's biggest fans. No lie. We are currently learning the dance from their video. Seriously.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-9158756093680691155?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/9158756093680691155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=9158756093680691155' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/9158756093680691155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/9158756093680691155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-were-turning-12.html' title='What We&apos;re Turning #12'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-1211797059471512892</id><published>2009-04-29T02:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T02:45:59.875-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>'Cause we're so handsome, and we're so bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/25ozcih.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bloc Party w/ Hot Hot Heat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 26, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Commodore Ballroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt liked I’ve been waiting for this concert all my life. Well, okay, maybe just for the better part of five years, but close enough. Whether it was because I was underage, or just couldn’t get my shit together, every other time Bloc Party came though town I missed out so I was pretty pumped for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was extremely disappointed to find out &lt;b&gt;Hot Hot Heat&lt;/b&gt; was opening. I was a little late (but not late enough) so I missed most of their set, but from what I did see not much has changed. This was my fourth (I think) time seeing them and they still didn’t impress me. I just wanted to hear Bandages, and they at least gave me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bloc Party&lt;/b&gt; on the other hand lived up to my expectations. Even though it was a Sunday night the crowd was hyped and they absolutely killed it. They played a good mix of old stuff and new stuff and I got to hear all my favourites so I was satisfied. Not too much banter, but they did take a minute to call out Dave, a.k.a. “the guy in the bright yellow shirt“, and to ask what made the people on the balcony think they were so important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/x3u2yv.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad I got to see them in a smaller venue for my first time. It just wouldn’t have been the same at a place like the Orpheum. Also, I just want to say it was nice to be part of a crowd where singing (read: screaming, extremely loud and out of key) along was encouraged (unlike some shows that may or may not have been previously mentioned on this blog). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pictures again courtesy of my not-so-poseur friend]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-1211797059471512892?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1211797059471512892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=1211797059471512892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/1211797059471512892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/1211797059471512892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/04/cause-were-so-handsome-and-were-so.html' title='&apos;Cause we&apos;re so handsome, and we&apos;re so bored.'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/25ozcih_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-6775823214934297683</id><published>2009-04-25T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T02:15:44.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>What We're Turning #11: "I'd rather listen to trap shit than listen to this hipster garbage"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/cover1freshmen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 456px;" src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/cover1freshmen1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B.o.B. - &lt;/span&gt;Change Gon' Come (Feat. Charles Hamilton &amp;amp; Asher Roth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To whoever so eloquently typed that under the highly respected YouTube Comments box, so did I. And I'm embarassed to say, I was very strongly fucking mistaken. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not going to lie, I've always been proud of my unpredicatble taste in music.  I've never been one for hipster hip hop (no matter what the clothes I wear tell you about me)... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kid CuDi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wale&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santigold&lt;/span&gt;, WHATEVER.  If Kanye was pimping it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; it was up on RCRD LBL, I wasn't buying it. It wasn't for me.  Or so I fucking thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But with this one, I figured how could you really go wrong? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charles Hamilton&lt;/span&gt; already won me over when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brooklyn Girls&lt;/span&gt; played in an episode of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entourage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B.o.B&lt;/span&gt; had me hooked with his simple affiliation with my soon-to-be-incarcerated husband and his undeniable flow, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asher Roth&lt;/span&gt; got me with his sexy mother fucking voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As hipster as this shit maybe, I can't deny that it's a dope mother fucking song, and worth 50 some odd listens I've given it over the past 2 days  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(all I've been playing is this and Asher Roth's other on, I Love College, UUUUUUUUUGH). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Admitting this shit is like admitting I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Lonely Island... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;not something that I'm completely ready to do yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K5cDTYkuyJE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K5cDTYkuyJE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-6775823214934297683?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6775823214934297683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=6775823214934297683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/6775823214934297683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/6775823214934297683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-were-turning-11-id-rather-listen.html' title='What We&apos;re Turning #11: &quot;I&apos;d rather listen to trap shit than listen to this hipster garbage&quot;'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-2666362888586785153</id><published>2009-04-22T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:03:04.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>Not Gonna Teach Him How To Dance With You</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/ab2hbt.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mates of State w/ Black Kids&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 18, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Commodore Ballroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little late with this post, but school has been kicking my ass, so I apologize to all of the people who don’t read our blog who I’m sure have been anxiously anticipating a new post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should mention the opening act &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/judgementday"&gt;Judgement Day&lt;/a&gt;. They weren’t exactly my thing, but they deserve an A+ for effort and ingenuity. They’re basically a metal band but they’ve replaced bass and guitar with cello and violin. Seriously, check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/157zvyd.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that a few more months of touring did &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/blackkidsrock"&gt; Black Kids&lt;/a&gt; some good because they were better than I remembered. Though, it may have had something to do with the energy of the crowd because they sure knew how to party. They played basically the same set as back in October and it definitely went by too fast. I can’t wait until these guys put out another record so they can stay on stage for more than 45 minutes. Also, I’d like to mention that after attending what feels like a million shows, I finally caught a damn guitar pick. It was a serious personal achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between sets we actually got to say hello to Reggie at the merch table where he was taking some pictures with fans. Then we just hung out at the back of the dance floor where with the help of some Dre, Weezy, and Michael Jackson a little retro dance party broke out. People were pop n’ lockin’ and everything See:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2yzc677.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Apologies to the random strangers in this photo.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I was pretty excited to see them, by the time &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/matesofstate"&gt; Mates of State&lt;/a&gt; took the stage I, as well everyone else there it seemed, was pretty burned out. It might have been a result of where I was standing, but the mix didn’t sound too great either. They still played a solid set though, but the highlight was definitely when they invited couples to slow dance on stage and one girl decided to strut her stuff to completely steal the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[And thanks to my previously mentioned poseur friend and her facebook for the pictures]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-2666362888586785153?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2666362888586785153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=2666362888586785153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/2666362888586785153'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bump It:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EHPYPOo-oDQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EHPYPOo-oDQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Topsy-Tail:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LFmXryZsmdc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LFmXryZsmdc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THE HAIR LOOKS LIKE SOME WARREN JEFFS COMMUNE BULLSHIT." -&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-7877763719119048121?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7877763719119048121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=7877763719119048121' title='0 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-3232811175779077693</id><published>2009-04-12T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T00:56:21.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, the truth really hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/4hd3pt.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/jsygpt.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-3232811175779077693?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3232811175779077693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=3232811175779077693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/3232811175779077693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/3232811175779077693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-truth-really-hurts.html' title='Sometimes, the truth really hurts'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/4hd3pt_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-455033639803163113</id><published>2009-04-09T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:06:31.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the hills'/><title type='text'>Can I Be Real For a Minute?</title><content type='html'>So I'm a few days late on this, but it just wouldn't be right to let such an important event come and go without a mention on this blog (and by “a mention” I do mean “an unnecessarily long gif-heavy tribute that will probably make your browser freeze if your computer was made before 2006”). So, Monday night marked the return of critically acclaimed reality show the Hills. It also meant that I wouldn't have to spend my 7pm staring blankly at the screen through that shitfest that was the City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The episode is centred around Lauren's surprise party on a boat (MOTHERFUCKER), because apparently the cool thing to do when you turn 23 is to relive your high school prom, except this time you don't have to hide the vodka in a water bottle and down it before you go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/snfj3p.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie, being the annoying little shit starter that she is, decided to invite Heidi to the party, which is you know, not going to be awkward at all. Especially when you take into consideration the fact that it's on a fucking boat and assuming you didn't bring a raft there's not exactly an easy way out when shit gets uncomfortable. Obviously, Lauren isn't too happy about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/28bwq3t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with Heidi off at his mortal enemy's birthday party, what is Spencer to do? Not content to sit at home with his retro video games, he decides to have a sort of boys night out. It's been a while since the finale of last season when Spencer got Heidi drunk off her ass and fake married her in Mexico, so you may be wondering if maybe he's changed since then. The answer: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the beard is gone but he's still got that serial killer stare down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2iiibr6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's still kind of a douche:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2rqhwgg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he spent his night hitting on an extremely classy bartender. She should consider herself lucky, I mean, who wouldn't want a piece of this hotness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2gt5k08.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shitstarter Stephanie gets a text form her shitstarter ex about Spencer and immediately tells Heidi. Heidi is shocked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/rjfnr7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Lauren, expressing everyone else's view about this situation,  knows it's just more of the same old shit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/b8jrdt.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we're treated with a scene that might as well be lifted from an episode of the OC. First Spencer, borrowing a line from Drea De Matteo, was all like, “come at me bitch.” But he wasn't going to wait, and popped the guy one on the chin and actually drew a little blood. Welcome to the Hills, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2irlo5j.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where shit gets real. Heidi wants to leave, but can't because as I mention before, they're on a fucking boat. So, searching for comfort over Spencer's asshatery, she turns to the only friend she ever had because she can't seem to keep any, Lauren. Apparently, old habits die hard (or maybe it's just all the booze. Js.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/308kvv8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurens reminds Heidi that Spencer is not only a “sucky person,” but also an asshole. Heidi cries about how she misses Lauren's friendship, and how her “favourite memories were here memories with her.” What is actually most remarkable about this scene is that, despite all the tears, no one's make-up is running. I miss the black tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/ffafbd.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it weird that at this point I'm sort of shipping Heidi and Lauren? I mean, she did say she was the person she “loved and adored” the most. Okay, maybe it is a little weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/14j6r95.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all ends with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/taheoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, hold up. Did Heidi seriously just wipe a tear from Lauren's eye, and then fix her hair? Seriously? That's the kind of thing that in movies is usually followed by a passionate kiss, or by a kid telling their mom to get up out their business. Maybe it's not that weird ... no yeah, it's still weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus ends my first, and let's face it, probably last Hills recap. I don't know how I feel about the fact that I wasted an evening making a set of gifs of the fucking Hills, and then posting them on this fine blog that no one reads. Plus, based on the second episode that I didn't think was worth mentioning, it's probably all down hill from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-455033639803163113?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/455033639803163113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=455033639803163113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/455033639803163113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/455033639803163113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-i-be-real-for-minute.html' title='Can I Be Real For a Minute?'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/snfj3p_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-8408091375720912898</id><published>2009-04-06T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:58:57.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I used to be with it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/fa353b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but then they changed what 'it' was. Now, what I'm with isn't 'it' and what's it seems weird and scary. It'll happen to you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the above quote from the wise Grandpa Simpson is a little premature: I like to think I'm still with "it," but you know those moments where you feel incredibly out of the loop? Well, I'm going to tell you about one. There's this band called &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/anhorse"&gt;An Horse&lt;/a&gt; that I absolutely adore (and you all should too). I knew they were playing shows in North America so I kept my eye on when they were coming and saw that they were opening for some band I'd never heard of called Wintersleep. Turns out, they are popular as fuck because when I finally hit up Ticketmaster shit was sold out. Here's the kicker, my dear poseur friend (it's okay I called her that. She knows she's a poseur. She told me to say that.) already had tickets and went. She said it was amazing and now I'm jealous. This was as bad as when I found out Bloc Party was coming from a Ticketmaster e-mail. Seriously, I used to be on top of this kind of shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's one of her pictures of Kate from An Horse. Hopefully the first and last in a series of "pictures from shows I didn't go to but seriously wish I had."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/10wjerr.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-8408091375720912898?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8408091375720912898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=8408091375720912898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/8408091375720912898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/8408091375720912898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-used-to-be-with-it.html' title='&quot;I used to be with it...'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/fa353b_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-1765638234602437361</id><published>2009-04-04T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:59:12.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>U guise are really good singers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/btown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and saw the Bee-rilliant B-town for her&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Am... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;tour which hit Vancuntver on Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;While&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;our obnoxious singing/screaming, was met with some criticism, (not that we even care... -_-" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;-- YES I TOTALLY JUST DID THAT&lt;/span&gt;), the most interesting experience/revelation of the night occurred when we found ourselves  being annoyed as fuck at the people who only wanted The Queen B to do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Single Ladies&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I Were A Boy&lt;/span&gt;  the whole night: We'll be fucking snobs about anything. Even Beyonce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it was certainly n&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Beyonce Experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Beyonce indubitably bee-rought it (Sorry. Had too).  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Which only brings 2 complaints: WHY HAS RADIO NOT YET BEEN RELEASED AS A SINGLE and WHY HASN'T IT BEEN REMIXED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon hip hop stars. I know you waaaaaant to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9j5BtYinf98&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9j5BtYinf98&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-1765638234602437361?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1765638234602437361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=1765638234602437361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/1765638234602437361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/1765638234602437361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/04/u-guise-are-really-good-singers.html' title='U guise are really good singers...'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-9007946215876305286</id><published>2009-03-25T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:30:30.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think it's official...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/tpain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 225px;" src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/tpain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wayfarers are no longer hipster &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and thank god. I was beginning to think I was starting to look like one)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-9007946215876305286?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/9007946215876305286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=9007946215876305286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/9007946215876305286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/9007946215876305286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-its-official.html' title='I think it&apos;s official...'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-1375832503549658090</id><published>2009-03-15T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:37:32.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Is My Robot Maid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/Rosie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today I finally made the decision to clean my room because it looked like a fucking crack den and I needed to study, and a crack den isn't exactly the kind of environment that encourages a good work ethic. Then I thought, "oh wait a second, I fucking hate cleaning. I sure wish I never had to do this bullshit." Then I started thinking about when I was a kid, and I remembered all the cool things I thought we'd have in the "future." Well, the "future" is here and it turns out my seven year old self had some ridiculously high expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll admit we've come a long way since I was seven. We've got flat screen televisions, ipods, stoves that can boil water in 90 seconds, cell phones that can browse the internet, and our computers don't have 8 inch black and white screens any more, but we're living in the 21st Century now. These are the times when all those science fiction movies I watched as a kid were set, so my inner child is wondering, where are our flying cars, and especially where are our robot maids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closest thing we've got is a Roomba, which is convenient but (even with a hastily added MSPaint hate and apron) it ain't no Rosie from the Jetsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/roombarosie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably asking for too much anyway. Based on my current experience with technology a robot maid would probably be more trouble that it's worth. You'd ask it to tidy the living room and ten minutes later it would be mopping the carpet and vacuuming the hardwood. Or maybe it would get frozen washing one window in a loop and then you'd have to grab a screwdriver and remove the battery and start over. Then ten minutes before an Christmas dinner it would suddenly need to restart to install some “important” updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, let's not forget that it would only be a matter of time before they had us cleaning their houses. I forgot to mention up there that most of those futuristic movies with the robots, and the lasers, and the flying cars usually take place in some sort of horrible apocalyptic wasteland, so maybe fifteen minutes to clean my room isn't so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, please enjoy this video of Asimo falling down the stairs as a reminder of just how far we've got to go until we get all that awesome Jetsons shit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6dKPkL2oto0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6dKPkL2oto0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-1375832503549658090?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1375832503549658090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=1375832503549658090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/1375832503549658090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/1375832503549658090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-is-my-robot-maid.html' title='Where Is My Robot Maid?'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-8237533265176384582</id><published>2009-03-09T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:53:25.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Who Watches the Watchhmen?</title><content type='html'>So we saw &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Watchmen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; on Friday night. It wasn't sold out, but it was pretty packed. There was no one really dressed up, just a couple of smiley face pins and a girl who squealed at the end of the &lt;i&gt;Wolverine&lt;/i&gt; trailer. I could go on about how much I loved the movie, but that's already been done to death on the internet. Instead of writing a review, I'm just going to point out a very astute and hilarious observation we had while watching the movie: Apparently, Laurie Jupiter is such a fucking hipster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/Watchmen01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hat, tilted back on head to allow for optimal view of blunt bangs? Check. Pair of Ray-Ban Wavers? Check. Leather coat? check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/Watchmen02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black leggings? Check. Shoes? Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She might as well be Erin from &lt;i&gt;The City&lt;/i&gt;. JS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/erin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-8237533265176384582?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8237533265176384582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=8237533265176384582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/8237533265176384582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/8237533265176384582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-watches-watchhmen.html' title='Who Watches the Watchhmen?'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-3639645721879472027</id><published>2009-02-28T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:41:05.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one on the corner has swagga like Kurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 352px; height: 537px;" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2l9h83l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA BURNT. (literally)&lt;br /&gt;ROASTED. (literally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys ever seen the 1991 film &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Backdraft&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; directed by Ron Howard and featuring an all-star cast of Kurt Russel, Billy Baldwin, and Robert DeNiro? Because if not, you should get on that. It's some Oscar worthy shit. I mean, some real Godfather Pt. II quality filmmaking. You see, it's this harrowing tale about these two brothers who are firefighters, and their father was also a firefighter, and they're trying to stop this arsonist who's on a rampage. Then some stuff happens and there's this great training montage. To be honest, I don't know how it ends because I never got that far, but I'm sure that whatever happens it's really awesome and involves a lot of fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-3639645721879472027?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3639645721879472027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=3639645721879472027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/3639645721879472027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/3639645721879472027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-one-on-corner-has-swagga-like-kurt.html' title='No one on the corner has swagga like Kurt'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/2l9h83l_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-3313783230444206038</id><published>2009-02-25T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:00:23.761-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONVERSATION'/><title type='text'>Yea. This is what we talk about.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Let me shine for you. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIDN'T I TELL YOU ABOUT HOW TERMINATOR 2 SCARRED ME FOR LIFE AS A CHILD? SO WATCHING THIS DUMB ROBOT SHIT IS BRING BACK CHILDHOOD NIGHTMARES, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kristine says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kristine says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBH I DONT EVEN REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED IN TERMINATOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, IT'S JUST THAT ONE PART WHERE SHE HAS LIKE A VISION OF HER BEING DISINTEGRATED IN A NUCLEAR EXPLOSION AND THE BUILDINGS ALL FALL APART AND THEN IT'S JUST HER SKELETON HANGING ON TO A FENCE IN A PLAYGROUND&lt;br /&gt;AND I REMEMBER I WAS LIKE  :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kristine says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT'S PRETTY MUCH ALL I REMEMBER FROM THAT MOVIE.&lt;br /&gt;ACTUALLY THAT'S A LIE, BUT I'M GOING TO SHUT UP NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kristine says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I WAS YOUNG MY AUNT WATCHED A MOVIE ABOUT SOME SAINT AND THAT FREAKED ME OUT. I COULDNT SLEEP ALONE FOR A MONTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Kristine says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE ITS THE SAME THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOOOOOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THAT IT WAS ABOUT A SAINT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kristine says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RELIGIOUS VISION THINGS FREAK ME OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kristine says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID I TELL YOU I USED TO BE OBSESSED WITH PARABLES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOL WAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Kristine says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN MY GRANDMA CAME FROM THE PHILIPPINES SHE WAS REALLY RELIGIOUS&lt;br /&gt;AND WOULD READ TO ME FROM THE BIBLE&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN I WENT AND BOUGHT THIS BOOK ABOUT PARABLES AND WOULD ALWAYS READ FROM IT&lt;br /&gt;WELL NOT PARABLES BUT LIKE STORIES FROM THE BIBLE&lt;br /&gt;MY FAVORITE ONE WAS THE TAX COLLECTOR THAT FELL FROM A TREE TRYING TO GET A LOOK AT JESUS&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I RELATED TO HIM BECAUSE HE WAS SHORT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. UGH. WHAT'S HIM NAME? IT'S GOING TO BUG ME.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I KNOW THE ONE YOU MEAN, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kristine says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH&lt;br /&gt;ZACAHARIUS? SOMETHING? IDK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kristine says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZACCHEOUS?&lt;br /&gt;YOURS SOOUNDS MORE LIKE IT&lt;br /&gt;ZACHA SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOGLE TELLS ME ZACCHAEUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kristine says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS MY FAVORITE&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOOGLED "JESUS BIBLE TAX COLLECTOR" FOR SOME REASON THAT MAKES ME LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kristine says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DID YOU GOOGLE IT? MINE WAS Z + TAX COLLECTOR + BIBLE&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOLO9LOOOLOLLOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Kristine says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Kristine says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDK WHY THAT'S SO FUNNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i44.tinypic.com/295plbb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 406px; height: 305px;" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/295plbb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-3313783230444206038?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3313783230444206038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=3313783230444206038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/3313783230444206038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/3313783230444206038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/yea-this-is-what-we-talk-about.html' title='Yea. This is what we talk about.'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/295plbb_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-850459478305448025</id><published>2009-02-22T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:57:11.910-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liveblog'/><title type='text'>LIVEBLOG - Academy Awards Style: HELLOOOOOO OSCAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/OSCARS-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 360px;" src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/OSCARS-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been wanting to do a LIVEblog for a while, but we've generally just been way too lazy [to do anything really, but what's new?], so here it is! We'll start soon [&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; said that if we started with the Red Carpet, it would be the longest blog in the history of blogs that no one ever reads. I concur]. Anyway, I'm so excited to see what Annie Hathaway, KB, and Jen Garner are all wearing. Hopefully Brad cried again today. (*Kidding, kidding. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TY.&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;FANCY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5:32pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;Jokes about the failure of Austrailia: 1.&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;wait. 2.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:34pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kristine says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so weird seeing wolverine do shit like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:35pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;oh look, Brad has a sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL ANNIE.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;HE CALLED HER ANNIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:38pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, No offense Jon Stewart, but THAT IS HOW YOU START THE SHOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5:41pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;omg clip package ALREADY?&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;CURTAIN FAIL?&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;lolllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:43pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG WHOOPIE&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT R U WEARING GIRL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:44pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;DONT CRY IN YOUR SEAT! YOU'LL MAKE ME CRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5:45pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;OH P. CRUZ&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;and LOL right? Angelica Huston just schooled her.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;ROFL. Sister Act reference. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5:47PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;Tilda Swinton scares the shit out of me btw.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;I WAS GOING TO SAY&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;Like, actual chills down my spine when she talks.&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU GET IT GURL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5:49pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;what about your girlfriend Salma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;obvs something in spanish-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:54pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;TINA.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;tinaaa lol.&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;ASJDHGFIPAJDFHVAKJFNHGJASKDFHG;AKJSG&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;TBH I WAS LIKE "THAT VOICE, IS IT, NO?"&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;LIKE, TINA FUCKING FEY AT THE FUCKING OSCARS I CAN'T EVEN TAKE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;AND SHE'S NOT WEARING BLACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;RONDALAY? XENU? WATCH YO' BACKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:57pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;OBVIOUS CATEGORY IS OBVIOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:01pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;okay, again, OBVIOUS CATEGORY IS OBVIOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;HE SAID DEV AND THEN HE SAID LATIKA.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;ONES REAL AND ONES FAKE JUST SO YOU KNOW&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:04pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG JEN.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;AWKWARD&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS HER HAIR?&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;AAHHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;THEY SHOWED HER CUNT BAG FACE&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOLOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;i liked jen's hair&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;its very lc of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:07PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;WHO WERE YOU LOOKING AT JEN?&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;she totally just looked at angie and brad&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;WAS THAT A SMILE AT BRAD?&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:09PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU FAIL A FRENCH ANISTON&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS...NOT WHAT I EXPECTED THE MAKER OF THAT TO LOOK LIKE. SORRY FOR MY RACIST ASSUMOTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;I CANT BREATHE&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;HA&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;HE DIDNT'&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;HA&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAAHA&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMGOMG OMG POMG OGHM&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;DOMO ARIGATO MR. ROBOTO BEST SPEECH EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:16pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;daniel craig really does it for me&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;loool&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;is it the caveman face?&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;idk idk&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;he really did it for me as bond.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:19PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU ONLY HAVE 45 SECONDS GUISE&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;START TALKING JEEBUS&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;RUINING THE FLOW OF THE SHOW&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;BE FUNNY LIKE THE JAPANESE GUY&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;45 SECONDS GUISE&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:22PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL. BORING OLD TIMEY MOVIES ALWAYS WIN.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;is it THAT unbelievable?&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL. OMG ENOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;BORINGK.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;talk FASTER&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;PLAY HIM OFF NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:24PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;BENJAMIN BUTTONS SHIT&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;"JOKER OF BATMAN LORE"? THAT'S SOME SHIT A 12 YEAR OLD WOULD WRITE TO SOUND SMART.&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;HELLBOY SHOULD TAKE THIS SHIT. I DON'T CARE ABOUT NO OLD MAN BABY.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;BIIIITCH PLEEEEEEZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:25PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;RPATTZ&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaacK&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;I WISH HE WAS PRESENTING WITH KSTEW&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;HE LOOKS LIKE HES GOING TO THROW UP&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;LOLOL&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;LOLOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:26PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE CLOSEST TWILIGHT WILL EVER GET TO AN OSCAR&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;I ALMOST CHOKED ON MY CHICKEN WHEN THEY SHOWED THAT CLIP&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;SAME WITH HSM&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG NICK AND NORAH????&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;/DIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:28PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;TWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;ITS HARD FOR ME TO EVEN TYPE&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;EPIC MONTAGE.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I JUST SEIZED A LITTLE BIT&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOLMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:31PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;MC HERSHLAGG&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;LOLOL&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING. BEN STILLER, TY FOR THIS.&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;DID SHE SAY HASSIDIC METH LAB?&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;YES SHE DID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:35PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE GETS HIS JOKE&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE LOLOL&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;ITS SO SAD&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;NO LAUGHS AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;POOR GUY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:49PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;WHY ARE THERE SO MANY GODDAMN COMMERCIALS NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;i guess cuz they figure people are going ot start watching now while the big stuff is given away&lt;br /&gt;strategic asshole move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:53PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;BTOOOOOOOOOOOOWN&lt;br /&gt;WORKING IT OUT.&lt;br /&gt;BUT B-TOWN. WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT SHOWING THEM THIGHS AROUND SKINNY LADIES?&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;EXCUSE ME, LIPSYNCHING MUCH BEYONCE? OR IS THAT JUST MY TV?&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;LIPSYNCING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:55PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;BBVAG NEEDS TO DIABFOR&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL HAS NO PLACE AT THE OSCARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:57PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this started out really well, but is kind of falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;as soon as hsm came. it was over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:02PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG CHRIS WALKEN, YES.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;whens the last time cuba gooding jr. was at the oscars? lol&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;1996.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;he had me at hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:09PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T STOP CRYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:16PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;epic frenchman&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;i love the french&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:18PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;too far away&lt;br /&gt;they need to sit winners close to the stage&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;wasn't there a year where they tried giving it to them in their seats? and it was awkward as hell?&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:26PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;I ALMOST CHOKED. WHO WRITES THIS SHIT? "UPS HIS DAILY DOSE OF IRON"?&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;lololololololl&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A SURPRISE&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;HOMEBOY IF YOU TALK FOR A LONG TIME. I MIGHT HAVE TO CUT SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;OH JEEBUS THERES FOUR OF THEM&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;That's so "oscar" of them. Giving visual effects to the fucking oscar bait nominee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:35PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;the set for this show is pretty dope&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;it really is.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe they took some cnn technology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:38PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;the guy who was the millionaire host? He kills me everytime he talks about it&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;lol right?&lt;br /&gt;WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLLAHNAIR.&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;I ALWAYS SAY IT LIKE THAT IN MY HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;like, even when it's meredith viera shit lol.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE HOW ELSE ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO SAY IT NOW THAT YOUVE HEARD IT LIKE THAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:41PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;UGH. EDDIE. I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID TO MEL B.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;didn't he leave the oscars right after he lost?&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;SORE LOSER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:52PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;no singing?&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;oh. its score&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;fuck i hate SCORE&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;its music you study too&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;I remember for like, 1 month in like 8th grade I really liked listening to instrumentals&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;lolol&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;and i was obsessed with the score from gladiator, and from lord of the rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:11PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;omg why is she singing?&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;iRdk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:18PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;reeeeeese&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;fail.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;wtf is that dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:20PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. Slumdog overload.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;lol right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:28PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;gawd dont start yet kate!&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;im going to die!&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:30PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;HOLY GEEZ&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOLMG, SOPHIA LOREN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:32PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;BREATH&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:39PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;SEAN PENN. ROASTED.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;BOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:42PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;RPATTZ&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;RPATTTTZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAACK&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;HES DOOING HIS DAZZLE LOOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:43PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;OH SNAP?&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thought Mickey was a lock for this.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;I know?&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe its some sort of political statement!&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;COMMIE HOMO LOVING SONS OF GUNS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:52PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;HOW. SHOCKING.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;lolol&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL THEY ALL WANT TO G O UP&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;omg anwar is crying!&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;ANWAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-850459478305448025?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/850459478305448025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=850459478305448025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/850459478305448025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/850459478305448025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/liveblog-academy-awards-style.html' title='LIVEBLOG - Academy Awards Style: HELLOOOOOO OSCAR!'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-7956198565652024419</id><published>2009-02-17T02:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T02:59:35.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Right Kind Of Wrong</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, when I get incredibly bored and I don't have any papers due in the immediate future I start feeling a little nostalgic. So rather that go the usual route and pull &lt;i&gt;Clueless&lt;/i&gt; off the shelf, I decided to revisit another gem from my younger years: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coyote Ugly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coyote Ugly is one of those movies that was totally awesome when seen through your 13 year old eyes, and well, still kind of is through um, somewhat older ones. Plus, it has a wicked soundtrack. Don't deny it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get to the gif tribute I've got lined up, I need to mention something. I don't know how this dvd sat on my shelf for 9 years without me realizing it had cast audio commentary on it. Maybe I just didn't give a fuck about audio commentary when I was 12, but I'm sad I waited this long for it. You know why? Because of Tyra Banks. Remember how it was sort of a big deal that she was going to be in this movie, but then basically only had 2 scenes? Well, you wouldn't be able to tell based on the commentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the first 20 or so minutes she:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Freaks out about seeing her name in the credits.&lt;br /&gt;-Talks about how much she loves karaoke, and gives a brief demonstration.&lt;br /&gt;-Talks about her first apartment in Paris, while the others talk about living at the Y and in Women's Shelters with nuns.&lt;br /&gt;-Makes that scene with the fierce receptionist all about her saying she's "been there".&lt;br /&gt;-Complains that she was too skinny (ironic, no?) during the diner scene because she "wasn't eating carbs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to know Tyra was still "Tyra" even before ANTM. She even does that switching between being extra articulate and kind of ghetto thing too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, gif time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/dr8qr4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I've ever tried to whore up my own t-shirts, but that is not how that shit works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/bgxvg8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were Violet Sanford, and the last place I worked was a pizza parlour, I'd probably just slowly back out and admit I made a mistake when I applied for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2d95q1s.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess they er... decided to throw in something for the ladies too. After this, Mr. O'Donnell went on to star in blockbuster films like Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/22mjki.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish and $100: the one sure way to a woman's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2wrp0dh.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm down John Goodman. It's just a little water and dancing on a bar. It's not like she's put her dreams on hold and tossed aside her dignity or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/j81r0w.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this came out, all my friends told me that out of the coyotes I was "the bitch." I'm still not sure if I should have been offended by that or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/21evw1x.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the movie has a storybook ending. Violet Sanford sells her song to ... Leanne Rimes? Ok. I guess that works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-7956198565652024419?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7956198565652024419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=7956198565652024419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/7956198565652024419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/7956198565652024419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/right-kind-of-wrong.html' title='The Right Kind Of Wrong'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/dr8qr4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-4486666820931528789</id><published>2009-02-15T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:49:34.572-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.I.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>What [I'm] Turning #10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=busta-ti.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 429px; height: 394px;" src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/busta-ti.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Busta Rhymes&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Number One&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(feat. T.I. and Akon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Predictable I know&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but I need my T.I. fix before he goes to prison and we don't hear from him for a year and a day.  The song really does it for me, and not just because of obvious reasons.  I was a little hesitant to listen to this song, because I already have enough Akon plays than I care to admit, but irregardless, Bussa Bus really rips this one [which isn't so surprising, though, I try to pretend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arab Money&lt;/span&gt; never happened].  Plus, Cool and Dre do nothing wrong with the production on this song either.  Well worth the 30 plays in the last two days (which isn't bad considering my history of overplaying songs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=low_band.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 407px; height: 279px;" src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/low_band.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie, since the days of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The O.C.&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt;, and back when I watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy &lt;/span&gt;and cried during every episode, I've been getting a lot of my independent music choices from TV. This one came of the most recent episode of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skins&lt;/span&gt;  [Poor Panda. And I don't care what anyone says: EFFIE AND FREDDIE = SHIPPED.] This song has, what are likely the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most &lt;/span&gt;emo lyrics I have ever heard (granted there aren't that many lyrics to begin with), but that doesn't take away from the epic-ness that is the song that I will likely listen to in my room in the dark when I'm on my period. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(PS: I think it's weird that they're kind of old. Just saying.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also turned &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm On A Boat&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lonely Island &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;boys&lt;/span&gt; far too many than I would EVER care to mention... I'm an embarrassment, this I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: Don't worry ["who's worrying," you ask? I ask that too.], we haven't killed the blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-4486666820931528789?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/4486666820931528789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=4486666820931528789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/4486666820931528789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/4486666820931528789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-im-turning-10.html' title='What [I&apos;m] Turning #10'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-2351386804279198512</id><published>2009-01-08T22:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:53:35.291-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>What We Turned in 2008</title><content type='html'>Last year [JEEBUS, TIME! STOP MOVING SO FAST!], more than most years I can think of, I was  that "OMG, I HEARD THIS SONG 18,392 MONTHS AGO. AND SO I'M THAT MUCH BETTER THAN YOU" girl. (What can I say. I'm a pretentious cunt.) Anyway, here's our list of what we turned in '08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. The Kills - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hook and Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0045377798006564274 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/utcoTY_rHvQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/utcoTY_rHvQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/utcoTY_rHvQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I sort of forgot about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Kills&lt;/span&gt; for a while between records, but then they came back with this record and this song that reminded me of every reason why I loved the Kills. It's raw, dirty, and apparently perfect for tv show soundtracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09. Beyonce - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0045377798006564274 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/4cE3iciNDdg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4cE3iciNDdg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4cE3iciNDdg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasha Fierce made me want to listen to the radio again.  So I did. Then I immediately turned it back off.  Irregardless.  Song made me dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08. Sam Sparro - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black &amp;amp; Gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0045377798006564274 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0qQSW2p1IvE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0qQSW2p1IvE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0qQSW2p1IvE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appropriate for either the dance floor or doing your homework, this song has a sick electro-inspired beat with just a hint of soul. I dare you to listen and not get hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07. Gym Class Heroes feat. The-Dream -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cookie Jar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0045377798006564274 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/sVSRqEwKe9A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sVSRqEwKe9A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sVSRqEwKe9A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; secret &lt;/span&gt;love affair with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The-Dream &lt;/span&gt;since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Luv Your Girl&lt;/span&gt; ("secret" because homeboy is ugly as shit) but only after annoying &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; over the phone by playing this song on repeat did we really come out as a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;06. N*E*R*D feat. CRS and Pusha T - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone Nose (Remix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0045377798006564274 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/PAGPRzV5AeQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PAGPRzV5AeQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PAGPRzV5AeQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song has everything we could want in a song: a Britney refernce, a Laloo reference, a MK reference, and Kanye &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rapping&lt;/span&gt;.  What more could you want? Plus, I'm a firm believer that Lupe's verse is talks to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;05. Young Jeezy feat. NaS - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My President&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0045377798006564274 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ZAuY4ULNcE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ZAuY4ULNcE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ZAuY4ULNcE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song made me cry on the day of the election. In the morning before the results, after the results came in, and the next day.  This plus the SNL Weekend Update Song about the voting machine problems, only made my election day fever rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;04.  Mariah Carey feat. Young Jeezy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Side Effects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0045377798006564274 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Jalnt3aLa4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Jalnt3aLa4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Jalnt3aLa4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a damn shame that Mariah's label decided to put this on the backburner and not release it as an official single.  Not only is the song fucking epic, it's dope as fuck and she performed it live effortlessly (as evidenced above).  And Jeezy on the record doesn't hurt it much either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03.  Lil Wayne feat. Kanye West &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Lollipop (Remix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0045377798006564274 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/AU0bp_-RQA4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AU0bp_-RQA4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AU0bp_-RQA4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had "YOU'RE NOW FUCKING WITH THE BEST IN THE WORLD" as a ringtone for over 7 months now.  I first heard this shit on a video on Kanye's blog --he was playing it as he played Connect 4 with Jonah Hill.  I spun this shit a million times before we went to see Samantha Ronson, so by the time she put this shit on, I was screaming the lyrics at the top of my lungs --much to the chagrin of the older, more G', clubgoers on stage who had the "How the fuck does this little asian girl and this weird mexican girl with curly hair know all the words to this song that we haven't even fucking heard!?" face on the entire damn time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;02. Lindsay Lohan -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bossy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0045377798006564274 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/2FDlRMrpT-w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2FDlRMrpT-w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2FDlRMrpT-w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we're majorly dissapointed that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spirit In The Dark&lt;/span&gt; didn't come out this year, we're glad that we at least got this.  It made for some fucking epic times when Samantha Ronson played it, and we were the only ones who knew it. We are all "OMG OMG OMG CALM DOWN CALM DOWN CALM DOWN LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL JUST A LITTLE BOSSY OMG OMG OMG OMG LLOLOLOLOL" X 1890489128410924182409 the entire fucking time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;01.  T.I. - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever You Like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0045377798006564274 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/PvhcyE1n9oY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PvhcyE1n9oY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PvhcyE1n9oY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course he's fucking number one.  Couldn't leave my husband off this fucking list.  While we both thoroughlt enjoyed all of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paper Trail&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever You Like&lt;/span&gt; seemed to be the most played for both of us this year, with T playing it 109 times and me playing it a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; recorded&lt;/span&gt; 425 (that doesn't include the number of times I watched the video, or listened to it in the car with my family).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-2351386804279198512?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2351386804279198512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=2351386804279198512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/2351386804279198512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/2351386804279198512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-we-turned-in-2008.html' title='What We Turned in 2008'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-37053898170582797</id><published>2008-12-28T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T02:48:41.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008. (We're both too tired to be clever.)</title><content type='html'>This list is a random assortment of stuff that happened to us, and happened to some of our favourite celebrities (because let's face it, our lives aren't really that interesting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;01. Met Samantha Fucking Ronson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/2008metsam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life changing moment. She played Kristine's fucking song. [EDIT: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;THE MUSIC HAD STOPPED, AND SHE SAID "WAIT, I NEED TO PLAY ONE MORE SONG" LEANED OVER HER COMPUTER AND POINTED AT ME AND SAID "THIS ONE'S FOR YOU" AND I DIED&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Epic is not a strong enough word. Video of said moment here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08296595153190499 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/FxBYEwET_oQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08296595153190499 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/FxBYEwET_oQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08296595153190499 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/FxBYEwET_oQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08296595153190499 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/FxBYEwET_oQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FxBYEwET_oQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FxBYEwET_oQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;02. T.I. Got out of jail. Remained sexy while doing so.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 370px; height: 246px;" src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/ti.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;03. We went home&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/2008home.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we're not really from there, but New York felt more like home than this stupid city ever has. And yeah, that is one of us sleeping under a map. And no, I'm not going to explain how that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;04. Twilight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 364px; height: 205px;" src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/RUNRUNRUN.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can we even begin with Twilight? I can't even count the lulz that this book and movie brought. It also introduced the world to the wonders of RPattz and KStew so we can't exactly say we're complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;05. Move Back and Calm Down&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08296595153190499 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDPJBPapYx0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08296595153190499 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDPJBPapYx0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08296595153190499 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDPJBPapYx0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08296595153190499 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDPJBPapYx0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDPJBPapYx0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDPJBPapYx0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;06. Hit a Paparazzi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/2008hitapap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven't noticed, yeah, we kind of like Lindsay Lohan. I can't seem to find any good of video of this incident, but it gave us the photo for our header and that's good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;07. Cannes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/2008cannes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was sort of the definitive moment for one of our favourite celebrity couples of the year. Thanks to these photos, a thousand "I hug my best friend all the time and we're not lesbians" conversations happened, and many, many lolz were had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;08. Got a pair of Supras&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/2008supras.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may not sound like a big moment, but we had to run all the fuck over New York to find a pair in the right size. It also kickstarted a serious and expensive obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;09. The Rachel Zoe Project airs. It's bananas amazing. We die.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/rz.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Mary Kate wears a hat that makes her look like she's from a Shakespearean tale &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 374px; height: 192px;" src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/marykate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Sarah Palin puts Alaska on the failboat. Meanwhile, Tina Fey becomes like, really famous.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/2008sarahtina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Colin Powell, Oprah, and Jesse Jackson make Kristine and Tahnee cry. A lot. For real. Like buckets. For days.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/2008jesse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Mariah Carey is epic. Gets fed by french woman. Marries Nick Cannon (not so epic).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/2008mariah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14.Radar posts questions from Scientology. Scares Kristine. Gives Tahnee Tom and Katie nightmares.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 230px;" src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/tomcruise.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Jennifer Lopez had babies. Remained frighteningly before doing so.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/jlo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, neither is Tahnee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. Kristine and Tahnee discover the lohan kareoke video.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08296595153190499 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/uKQOprHHpcM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08296595153190499 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/uKQOprHHpcM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08296595153190499 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/uKQOprHHpcM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08296595153190499 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/uKQOprHHpcM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uKQOprHHpcM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uKQOprHHpcM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Beyonce stays Beyonce. Remains epic while doing so.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/2008beyonce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. The Dark Knight comes out. Confuses the hell out of Kristine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/the-dark-knight-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. T.I. makes Whatever You Like. Dedicates it to Kristine (in her mind).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 380px; height: 138px;" src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/ti2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[EDIT] &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;NOT IN MY MIND. ITS WAS REALLY DEDICATED TO ME, AND IT WAS ABOUT ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. Lauren Conrad figures out she's a lesbian. Oh wait, that's next year.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 388px; height: 236px;" src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/2008lauren.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-37053898170582797?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/37053898170582797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=37053898170582797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/37053898170582797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/37053898170582797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-were-both-too-tired-to-be-clever.html' title='2008. (We&apos;re both too tired to be clever.)'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-3509265520594005569</id><published>2008-12-19T01:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T01:08:44.597-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>What We're Turning #9</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/pcd.jpg" height="400" width="400"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't abandoned this blog (yet), it's just that the end of the semester tends to ruin a person's life and that makes blogging a little difficult. I don't know if my being in that broken state of mind has anything to do with this week's pick, but this record is just the kind of thing I need right now. I'm a little embarrassed to admit it, but I can't turn this shit off. It's actually a really solid pop album, and "When I Grow Up" isn't exactly indicative of its quality. So, if you want to party, or just dance around your room like a fool, get this record. For real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-3509265520594005569?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3509265520594005569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=3509265520594005569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/3509265520594005569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/3509265520594005569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-were-turning-9.html' title='What We&apos;re Turning #9'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-521738621305877215</id><published>2008-11-25T20:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:55:21.220-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kanye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>808s &amp; Heartbreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/kanyecd.jpg" height="400" width="400"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised I'd reserve judgement on this record until I actually heard all the songs, and not that I have, I'm gonna let it rip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be upfront. I don't like this shit. Well, that's a lie. I like two and a half songs (those being &lt;i&gt;Heartless, Robocop&lt;/i&gt; and half of &lt;i&gt;Paranoid&lt;/i&gt;, but even with those my main complaint holds true). I'm still hoping that maybe after 20 more listens I'll change my mind on this one an d love it, but I really don't think that's going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how great Kanye West thinks he is, he's just not a good singer. That's my number one problem with this record. He's no Boby Dylan either, so I'm not just going to let that slide. Especially when he's throwing his voice up at the forefront of these tracks, counting on that for the hook rather than some decent lyrics (see: &lt;i&gt;Amazing&lt;/i&gt;). I mean, have you seen him try to sing this stuff live? Ouch. Some of these songs even start out pretty good, then the chorus hits and it just all falls apart. I really believe that if anyone else had made this record, people would not be all over it. It sounds like he layed down some demo vocals and just left them, thinking they were good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen quite a few people saying that all the hate on this record is coming from people who were expecting a rap record and don't like that he's taken a new direction. I want to make it clear that's not where I'm coming from. I like it when artists try something new. Some of my favourite records are the ones where people took a chance and reinvented themselves. I get it. Artists have to evolve. I'm not asking Kanye to make &lt;i&gt;The College Dropout pt. 4&lt;/i&gt;. That would be boring. I'd even say that some of what he's doing on this record isn't that different from the direction you could feel him going in with &lt;i&gt;Graduation&lt;/i&gt; and the stuff he was doing on the &lt;i&gt;Glow in the Dark Tour&lt;/i&gt;. But here's the thing: just because he's trying something different doesn't mean it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been getting the vibe from some comments I've read around the internet that some people feel like because this record is "emotionally honest," it's not okay to criticize it. It's true that sometimes Kanye does get a little real on this record. At least he tries, but this record just feels like such a vanity project. If it helps him work his issues out, makes him feel better, then good for him. I just feel like his ego gets in the way of getting emotion across on this record. It's pretty hard to separate art from artist when it comes to Kanye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wrap this mess up, I'll at least give Kanye some credit and saw at least most of the beats are pretty sick. He's still a solid producers. Just work on the singing. Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-521738621305877215?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/521738621305877215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=521738621305877215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/521738621305877215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/521738621305877215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2008/11/808s-heartbreak.html' title='808s &amp; Heartbreak'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-579832863551219418</id><published>2008-11-25T18:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:47:52.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What We're Turning #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SSy21JDrIAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5YqImlhMJAA/s1600-h/juirtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SSy21JDrIAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5YqImlhMJAA/s320/juirtle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272790287824658434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kanye West - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amazing (feat. Young Jeezy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably the only other song (aside from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heartless &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RoboCop) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;off of Kanye's new one, &lt;/span&gt;that I am currently turning. Mostly because Jeezy rips it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-579832863551219418?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/579832863551219418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=579832863551219418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/579832863551219418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/579832863551219418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-were-turning-8.html' title='What We&apos;re Turning #8'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SSy21JDrIAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5YqImlhMJAA/s72-c/juirtle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-751993824825336208</id><published>2008-11-19T00:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:02:50.816-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='privileged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>OMG OMG OMG OMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SSPVRZA41UI/AAAAAAAAAIc/p559HLmHNm0/s1600-h/willandmegan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SSPVRZA41UI/AAAAAAAAAIc/p559HLmHNm0/s320/willandmegan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270290483702715714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG OMG OMG. I HAVE THE TV BOYFRIEND SHAKES.&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE READS THIS BLOG ANYWAY:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE WILL I LOVE WILL I LOVE WIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's currently number 2 on my current boyfriend list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend number 1 can still do whatever he likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.privilegedfan.com"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-751993824825336208?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/751993824825336208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=751993824825336208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/751993824825336208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/751993824825336208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg-omg-omg-omg.html' title='OMG OMG OMG OMG'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SSPVRZA41UI/AAAAAAAAAIc/p559HLmHNm0/s72-c/willandmegan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-2412415445833038314</id><published>2008-11-04T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:08:15.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What We're Turning  #7 (!!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SRE4RGsHq7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/_g_phtc-DB8/s1600-h/change2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SRE4RGsHq7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/_g_phtc-DB8/s320/change2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265051305877416882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Young Jeezy feat. Nas - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My President is Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After skipping school to watch the events unfold, followed by an hour and a half of balling my eyes out, I have no words for what is truly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt; historic moment.  And I'm not even American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, America. Tonight, you inspired the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Stuntin on Martin Luther I'm feeling just like a king... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guess this is what he meant, when he said that he had a dream."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-2412415445833038314?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2412415445833038314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=2412415445833038314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/2412415445833038314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/2412415445833038314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-were-turning-7.html' title='What We&apos;re Turning  #7 (!!!)'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SRE4RGsHq7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/_g_phtc-DB8/s72-c/change2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-7543602157568215709</id><published>2008-11-03T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T00:17:08.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Why Aren't You Watching Pushing Daisies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/pushingdaisies.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Why aren't you? There's talk everywhere about whether this show is going to make it through the season or not and I find that disturbing. There are even rumours going around that the producers have been told by ABC to treat episode 13 as a potential series finale. Ratings were up nearly a million last week, but I'm pretty sure this show is still getting beat by Knight Rider and that shit just ain't right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you all know what the show is about. Pie-maker touches dead people and brings them back to life, but only for a minute. Sort of a ridiculous premise, but it works. One complaint I read about the show a lot is that it's just too sweet, but I don't think so. It's funny, smart, and has some genuinely interesting and well developed characters. Plus, it probably has the best set design of any show on primetime right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing Daises is a breath of fresh air in primetime, when every hour-long program seems to be some crime show or a medical drama. Sometimes I think this show should have been on cable, where it could have found it's niche and all this ratings drama wouldn't be such a problem. But please guys, if you aren't watching already, give this show a chance (I promise it's better than Top Model). Don't let it get thrown into the pile of great shows that got axed far too soon. This one deserves a full run, and a proper ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-7543602157568215709?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7543602157568215709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=7543602157568215709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/7543602157568215709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/7543602157568215709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-arent-you-watching-pushing-daisies.html' title='Why Aren&apos;t You Watching Pushing Daisies?'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-5930611644747232490</id><published>2008-11-03T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T00:14:45.926-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>Missy Higgins @ The Commodore</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missy Higgins w/ Joshua Radin&lt;br /&gt;November 1, 2008&lt;br /&gt;The Commodore Ballroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate boys at concerts. Okay, maybe I should be a little more specific because that sounded kind of sexist. I hate loud obnoxious boys who look like they are probably in a fraternity, who make multiple beer runs through the crowd and feel the need to stand in the middle even though they're all about a foot taller than everyone else there. Now, to the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/joshuaradin"&gt;Joshua Radin&lt;/a&gt; opened, and he sounded great, but I felt a little bad for the guy. He was up there by himself with just his guitar and the crowd was being ridiculously noisy. I was pretty close, and sometimes it was hard to hear him between songs. He pointed it out repeatedly too. It was a little awkward. For his last song, he just unplugged his guitar and microphone and sang it for the people up front who were paying attention. Sometimes I don't think the Commodore is a good place for quiet acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what felt like an eternity and a Grey's Anatomy soundtrack or two, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/missyhiggins"&gt;Missy Higgins&lt;/a&gt; finally came on stage. She played for a solid 90 minutes and sounded amazing. I'm always impressed when someone actually sounds better live than they do on record. She talked quite a bit, but it wasn't a problem. She was hilarious, talking about what she did for Halloween and telling us about a bad experience with some wine while in Italy. I was excited she played both “They Weren't There” and “The Special Two.” She pulled Joshua Radin out with her to sing a cover, which I thought was nice. Their voices go well together. She didn't bother with an encore, warning the crowd beforehand that she thought they were dishonest (I agreed. I hate clapping for 4 minutes knowing they're going to come back anyway, I've only ever seen one spontaneous encore). She ended with “Scar” and the crowd sang along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-5930611644747232490?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5930611644747232490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=5930611644747232490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/5930611644747232490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/5930611644747232490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2008/11/missy-higgins-commodore.html' title='Missy Higgins @ The Commodore'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-2527465212914627505</id><published>2008-10-29T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:58:35.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Belated] What [I'm] Turning #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SQlZgV5nonI/AAAAAAAAAH8/euirW_kOezg/s1600-h/t.i..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SQlZgV5nonI/AAAAAAAAAH8/euirW_kOezg/s320/t.i..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262836051728638578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T.I. Featuring Akon - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; I've become a little predictable with this stuff (or should I say stud BAHA), but whatever. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hero&lt;/span&gt; is suprisingly a heat-y song (well, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; surprising, since my boyfriend is on the track).  Even with Akon's "kooonvict muuusicc", T.I. still manages to rip this song and it kind of makes me sad that this song didn't show up on the album, but whatever, it wouldn't have fit in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does mention "being a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guido&lt;/span&gt;" in his first verse, which totally caught me off guard, but a long time ago, I remember someone mentioning he was like part Italian, or something ridiculous, so that might explain the "guido" reference, and his reppin' Italia in the picture. Then again, I could be wrong. Given my undeniable need for a hearing aid at 21 years of age, he could have said something like "being a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;G though&lt;/span&gt;" and I just heard it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and just because I'm a crazy fangirl, &lt;a href="http://itshiphop.blogspot.com/2008/10/funny-interview-with-ti-chelsea-lately.html"&gt;here's the most adorable/hilarious T.I. interview&lt;/a&gt; I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit] And yea, the longer I think about it, and after another listen, he probably does say "being a G though" so that entire last paragraph was a waste of time.  Whatever, as long as I have that big boy in my life, I'm all goood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-2527465212914627505?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2527465212914627505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=2527465212914627505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/2527465212914627505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/2527465212914627505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2008/10/belated-what-im-turning-6.html' title='[Belated] What [I&apos;m] Turning #6'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SQlZgV5nonI/AAAAAAAAAH8/euirW_kOezg/s72-c/t.i..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-6232923067213753849</id><published>2008-10-21T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:24:23.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>What We're Turning #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/Kanye.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kanye West - &lt;i&gt;Heartless&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a few listens for me to warm up to this track, and I like it a lot more than &lt;i&gt;Love Lockdown&lt;/i&gt; but it's still got me wondering what the fuck Kanye is up to with this new record. His beats are still sick, and the songs we've heard so far are well, decent, but what is with the singing? You are not a singer Kanye, and not amount of auto-tune is going to cover that up. It works for this song, but what about the rest of the record? The chorus on Love Lockdown is just so weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cool that he wants to branch out and experiment a little. No one wants him to just keep making &lt;i&gt;The College Dropout&lt;/i&gt; over and over again. And I guess we've got to let him work out whatever he needs to work out in his music, but sometimes you should just stick to what you know. I mean, Michael Jordan could play baseball, but really, who wanted to see that shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this makes me sound like a hater, but I'm still going to pick up &lt;i&gt;808s &amp; Heartbreak&lt;/i&gt; when it drops, and I'm going to keep an open mind. Who knows? Maybe it'll blow me away. All I'm saying is that I'm a little worried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-6232923067213753849?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6232923067213753849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=6232923067213753849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/6232923067213753849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/6232923067213753849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-were-turning-5.html' title='What We&apos;re Turning #5'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-1956931510270243988</id><published>2008-10-21T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:38:02.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not my uncle... Spiderman's uncle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SP5g33YxuyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/gp74bxlHdKU/s1600-h/surviving-the-filthy-rich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SP5g33YxuyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/gp74bxlHdKU/s320/surviving-the-filthy-rich.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259747927692262178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was hard trying to figure out why I even watched this show every Tuesday night [on the CW after 90210].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie.  I started watching because, I was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reba&lt;/span&gt; fan.  I mean, Barbara Jean? Van? and Cheyenne? Are you joking?  That show was ridiculous, obnoxious, and fantastically amazing (and not in an ironic way). I still watch re-runs with my dad on CMT (yea, I said it. Jealous?).   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I spent most of the first episode, and every episode since then, putting the TV on mute and would run out the room yelling, or hide behind a pillow and plug my ears during the most embarrassing points of the show (which is essentially, whenever Megan, the main character opened her mouth). I kept thinking, "That person does NOT actually exist".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she absolutely does exist. She's me. (Or, I'm her... whatever. You get it. I'm getting cheese fries). And as embarrassing as that is, I find Megan insanely relatable.  I die every time she says, or does something that I would totally do.  And I die a little more every time Will (her rich, womanizing neighbor, who is one of my many television boyfriends) shows up on the screen. And I die even more when I see how much of a beast Sage is (she is SO Khloe Kardashian, I mean...).  Then, I come back to life, and die again, when they try to push the virtues of abstinence through an entire episode, and follow it up with a PSA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is bananas, and even though we predicted it's death as a show since episode one, everyone NEEDS to watch this show, before it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dead and Gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I actually thought I wasn't going to be able to put a T.I. reference in this entire post. Luckily, I'm a genius.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-1956931510270243988?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1956931510270243988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=1956931510270243988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/1956931510270243988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/1956931510270243988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2008/10/shout-out-to-uncle-ben-not-my-uncle.html' title='Not my uncle... Spiderman&apos;s uncle.'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SP5g33YxuyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/gp74bxlHdKU/s72-c/surviving-the-filthy-rich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-8843214595067551458</id><published>2008-10-15T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T17:04:24.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>Ya'll Are As Good As Your CD</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/TheVirgins01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Black Kids w/ The Virgins&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 11, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Richard's on Richards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We showed up to this show a little too early. And by a little too early, I mean we were literally about the tenth people to walk through the door. That gave us a lot of time to people watch. Being a show featuring two blog buzz bands, I think you can figure out the general make up of the crowd. Mostly indie kids and quite a few, well, you know, plus a couple people who are probably just there because they heard a song on &lt;i&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/i&gt; (not that there's anything wrong with that). Five years later and "&lt;i&gt;The OC&lt;/i&gt; effect" is still going strong, and I still don't know if that's a bad thing or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/TheVirgins02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, looking like they came straight out of 1991, was &lt;b&gt;The Virgins&lt;/b&gt;. They played an energetic set, and were kind enough to only make one pot reference (we get that shit a lot out here). For all you "the EP was better" types, I'll admit that they did benefit from being away from the gloss of the studio. They make the kind of music that sounds better a little dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/BlackKids01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They might still be a little green on stage, but &lt;b&gt;Black Kids&lt;/b&gt; sure know how to bring the party. As with the Virgins, they sounded a little better live than they do on record. They busted out essentially every song they've ever written, and ended the show at around 9:30. Yeah, I said 9:30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-8843214595067551458?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8843214595067551458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=8843214595067551458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/8843214595067551458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/8843214595067551458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2008/10/yall-are-as-good-as-your-cd.html' title='Ya&apos;ll Are As Good As Your CD'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-8200615719355904104</id><published>2008-10-15T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:06:52.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>What We're Turning #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/matesofstate.jpg" height="400" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this one was released way back in May, but it took a while for me to finally get around to picking it up and giving it a listen. With &lt;i&gt;Re-Arrange Us&lt;/i&gt;, the husband/wife duo &lt;b&gt;Mates of State&lt;/b&gt; are back with another offering of expertly crafted indie-pop. I think reactions to this disc have been pretty mixed, but I love it. It's a little more laid back, and more consistent than 2006's &lt;i&gt;Bring it Back&lt;/i&gt;. If you like this band, or just twee pop in general, you should give this record a spin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-8200615719355904104?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8200615719355904104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=8200615719355904104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/8200615719355904104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/8200615719355904104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-were-turning-4.html' title='What We&apos;re Turning #4'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-3390176256017959462</id><published>2008-10-07T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:39:39.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>What We're Turning #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/blackkids.jpg" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irregardless of what &lt;a href="http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/record_review/51246-black-kids-partie-traumatic"&gt;Pitchfork has to say&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Black Kids&lt;/b&gt;'s &lt;i&gt;Partie Traumatic&lt;/i&gt; is a pretty solid record. It's got decent hooks, is pretty danceable, and is definitely worth a listen (but maybe my opinion is tainted because I didn't buy into the intial blog hype). We're seeing these guys on Saturday night, so we'll let you know if they're any good live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-3390176256017959462?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3390176256017959462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=3390176256017959462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/3390176256017959462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/3390176256017959462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-were-turning-3.html' title='What We&apos;re Turning #3'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-8339842015080447136</id><published>2008-10-06T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:54:00.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hipster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>Yea we smoke great, and we drink good, then we ball hard, just like G's should.</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to lie. When I peruse the pages of the EYE section in W, or the People + Parties tab on style.com, I'm there for three reasons: fashion, people and parties (duh). I'm mostly just wishing I had been there (or that the very least had been invited to, but regretfully had to decline because I was too busy hanging out with T.I. and the whole Grand Hustle family at a BBQ in the A).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could be given a disapproving looks from the likes of Jen Brill, or The Trainas at Beatrice Inn; or to have been one of the few to overhear "Lindsay are you leaving? Are leaving!? She's leaving!? She's leaving! She's gone!" at the Waverly, my life would be officially complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to celebrate the end of Paris Fashion Week: here are the parties I wish I had attended the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Kick Off: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Kisa Party @ Caviar Kaspia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Notable attendees included...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SOsG9c4EUyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tW6ugMIbsHQ/s1600-h/mmissioni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SOsG9c4EUyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tW6ugMIbsHQ/s320/mmissioni.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254301043050959650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. Margherita Missoni (looking trés geek chic --yea, I said it)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SOsG9tb6YeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-1EGqtHZ9u0/s1600-h/littleroitfeldandeugenie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SOsG9tb6YeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-1EGqtHZ9u0/s320/littleroitfeldandeugenie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254301047496270306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... and Little Roitfeld, Eugenie Niarchos (she's adorable, and has seen with my bff MK).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Token Hipster Rager: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Purple Magazine Party @ Le Baron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Attendees? A million hipsters including... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SOsG9ivKtnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6dW_CbfF7NA/s1600-h/hipstermodels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SOsG9ivKtnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6dW_CbfF7NA/s320/hipstermodels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254301044624242290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... Milla Jovovich, Angela Lindvall (obvs.), Irina Lazareanu (obvs.)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SOsG93c6DTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EvBlBsron0Y/s1600-h/ckennedy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SOsG93c6DTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EvBlBsron0Y/s320/ckennedy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254301050184797490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and Cory Kennedy (OBVS.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Closer:&lt;/span&gt; GrandLife and Opening Ceremony @ Regine's&lt;br /&gt;Lovers and friends included...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SOsG9wr8aqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/BednJDOVbuM/s1600-h/katebosworth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SOsG9wr8aqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/BednJDOVbuM/s320/katebosworth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254301048368818850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... Kate Bosworth (I own sunglasses that she's worn)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SOsHbPN6jiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/TDdPCg8FJqw/s1600-h/MKandeugenie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SOsHbPN6jiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/TDdPCg8FJqw/s320/MKandeugenie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254301554780573218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...MK and Eugenie (old bff meets new bff)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SOsHbBMH7EI/AAAAAAAAAGM/JHXnN5Cs6ww/s1600-h/lilyd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SOsHbBMH7EI/AAAAAAAAAGM/JHXnN5Cs6ww/s320/lilyd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254301551014964290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and Lily D (I wish I could part my hair down the middle without looking like a retard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, to dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.style.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-8339842015080447136?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8339842015080447136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=8339842015080447136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/8339842015080447136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/8339842015080447136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2008/10/yea-we-smoke-great-and-we-drink-good.html' title='Yea we smoke great, and we drink good, then we ball hard, just like G&apos;s should.'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SOsG9c4EUyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tW6ugMIbsHQ/s72-c/mmissioni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-4792965296863248479</id><published>2008-10-05T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:41:09.609-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sneakers'/><title type='text'>Bet You Never Seen A Pair Of Kicks Like Mine</title><content type='html'>Supra just keeps stepping up their game. Here's three reasons why I wish I had more than $60 to my name right now:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/Supra01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Teal/Snakeskin Vaider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/supra02.jpg" width="400" height="267"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chrome Mesh Fishnet Suprano High. Allegedly, only 1000 made. It breaks my heart that I'll never get to cop a pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/Supra03.jpg" width="400" height="267"&gt;&lt;br&gt;A little less stunning, but still nice G-Skate Skytop. Also only 1000 made. To be honest though, I wish I could just buy every skytop out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-4792965296863248479?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/4792965296863248479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=4792965296863248479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/4792965296863248479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/4792965296863248479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2008/10/bet-you-never-seen-pair-of-kicks-like.html' title='Bet You Never Seen A Pair Of Kicks Like Mine'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-1391203569878917502</id><published>2008-10-04T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:55:50.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Don't Kid Yourself, You're An Indie Clone</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/nicknorah.jpg" width="400" height="268"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate October 3rd (&lt;i&gt;Mean Girls&lt;/i&gt;. Watch it.) we decided to catch &lt;b&gt;Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist&lt;/b&gt;. I'm going to be honest, this movie more or less felt like what would happen if an issue of Nylon puked all over a reel of film. Everything from the premise (trying to catch a secret show by a favourite band), to the opening credits (which listed every act on the soundtrack), to the cameo by Bishop Allen, to every damn poster on Nick's wall (this list could go on for pages), screamed "hipster" with a capital "H." Not that there's anything wrong with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the film's obvious efforts to be "cool," it somehow manages to be pretty enjoyable. Unlike certain other Michael Cera starring pseudo-indie movies, the references and dialogue rarely get in the way of your enjoyment and none of the characters make you want to punch them in the face every time they open their mouths. As long as you don't take the movie, or yourself, too seriously and can laugh instead of roll your eyes when Nick tries to one up Norah about how early he liked a band, you'll probably like this movie. So throw on your Wayfarers, Chucks, overpriced plaid shirt from Urban Outfitters, get on your one speed bike and go see this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if your looking for some laughs, check out the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0981227/board"&gt;IMDB boards&lt;/a&gt; for this one. Shit is hysterical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-1391203569878917502?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1391203569878917502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=1391203569878917502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/1391203569878917502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/1391203569878917502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-kid-yourself-youre-indie-clone.html' title='Don&apos;t Kid Yourself, You&apos;re An Indie Clone'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-7224360039836533996</id><published>2008-09-30T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T22:15:26.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><title type='text'>What We're Turning #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SOLg08fLpnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/GnnXtLSwqOw/s1600-h/T.I._Papertrail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SOLg08fLpnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/GnnXtLSwqOw/s400/T.I._Papertrail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252007315662153330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's what you should be turning too. The King's back with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paper Trail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and, regardless of his status as the love of my life, homeboy came hard with this album.  But with him on his way to jail and all,  I guess he had to, right? (Don't worry love, I'll be waiting for you on your release date!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend reunites with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DJ Toomp&lt;/span&gt; (finally! I missed them together since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What You Know&lt;/span&gt;) and kicks it with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drumma Boy&lt;/span&gt; (who, despite the annoying synths in almost every song he produces, has produced most of the music that I am currently turning)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now, I'm no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; hip hop head, so I know I'm not qualified to discuss "lyrical content", or "production style", but what I do know is that this album is fiya&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please &lt;/span&gt;believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This album will undoubtedly up my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; T.I. &lt;/span&gt;play count to well over 7,000 (it's currently at 4, 406).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;favorites&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Every Chance I Get; What Up, What's Haapnin'; I'm Illy; My Life Your Entertainment (feat. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Urrr&lt;/span&gt;sher);  and Whatever You Like (which was, last time I checked, at 403 plays).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[Edit]&lt;/span&gt; And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; favorites:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Whatever You Like; Dead and Gone (feat. Justin Timberlake); Swing Ya Rag (feat. Swizz Beats);  You Ain't Missin' Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-7224360039836533996?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7224360039836533996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=7224360039836533996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/7224360039836533996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/7224360039836533996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-were-turning-2.html' title='What We&apos;re Turning #2'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/SOLg08fLpnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/GnnXtLSwqOw/s72-c/T.I._Papertrail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-5560671840912070798</id><published>2008-09-29T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:47:14.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>What You Should Be Watching</title><content type='html'>Ghost Town (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/ghosttown.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ten days of being in release &lt;b&gt;Ghost Town&lt;/b&gt; hasn't managed to crack the $10 million mark at the box office. This is not right.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a little predictable, but still funny and endearing, Ghost Town is simply about a man who dies a little bit during a routine medical procedure and then comes back with the ability to see ghosts. Hilarity and life lessons then ensue. Ricky Gervais is, as always, brilliant. There movie also features strong supporting performances from Greg Kinnear and even Tea Leoni.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, get out there and see it people and save yourself from wasting your money on &lt;b&gt;Eagle Eye&lt;/b&gt;. It's worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-5560671840912070798?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5560671840912070798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=5560671840912070798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/5560671840912070798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/5560671840912070798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-you-should-be-watching.html' title='What You Should Be Watching'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-2810473369365713255</id><published>2008-09-23T20:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:33:09.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What We're Turning #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/recession.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Kristine&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;i need a vaaaaycaaaaaaaaytionnnnnnn\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Let me shine for you.&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;uuuugggghhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Let me shine for you.&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO DACATUR WHERE IT'S GREATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Kristine&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;see if i can stack me up som PAPAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Let me shine for you.&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A VACAAAATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Kristine&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;is dacatur a real place? or like what is he even saying there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Let me shine for you.&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;idk how you spell it, but year, it's a real place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Let me shine for you.&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;decatur? decateur? idk. it's a place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Kristine&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;oh, jeezy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Kristine&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;you speak real words. I feel it. in my &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, just because...&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/rz.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-2810473369365713255?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2810473369365713255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=2810473369365713255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/2810473369365713255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/2810473369365713255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-were-turning-1.html' title='What We&apos;re Turning #1'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-1592455491556326790</id><published>2008-09-20T00:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T01:04:50.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Raconteurs w/ The Kills @ Malkin Bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/cc336/tothebeatlikewhat/thekills.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[My one shitty picture of the Kills because my camera is a piece of shit with a flash that apparently is only good for objects about 12 cm away or something]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always a bit of a downer being one of maybe three people who are more excited to see the opening act, than the headliner, but I'll take what I can get. After years of being under-age and one or two missed opportunities I finally got to see &lt;b&gt;The Kills&lt;/b&gt; and they were worth the wait. They sounded amazing and had some incredible stage chemistry. It's too bad most of the crowd didn't really seem into it and was pretty subdued the whole time. I wish they could have played longer, and I definitely won't be missing them again next time they come through town.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the break while they set up for the Raconteurs it became pretty clear that at least a few people in this crowd weren't going to just peacefully enjoy the show. Just once I'd like to not be near that one group of drunken asshole frat boys who decided to push their way to the front and try to start a mosh pit when clearly no one else is feeling it. Simple rule: if you're out at an all ages show and you notice no one else is drunk, maybe you should slip that mickey of Fireball you snuck in with you back in your pocket and sit the fuck down.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be honest, I've been a little disappointed by &lt;b&gt;the Raconteurs&lt;/b&gt; recorded work (I think it has to do with me liking Jack so much more than Brendan), but they know how to put on an amazing show. They were really loose and seemed to be enjoying themselves (unlike their gig at the Commodore back in April), and played a pretty varied set, throwing in at least one cover and reworking a couple of favourites. They ended their too brief performance with a singalong of “Carolina Drama” and brought the show to a close at around 9:40, which is something I can appreciate on a school night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-1592455491556326790?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1592455491556326790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=1592455491556326790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/1592455491556326790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/1592455491556326790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2008/09/raconteurs-w-kills-malkin-bowl.html' title='The Raconteurs w/ The Kills @ Malkin Bowl'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052022436420818256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-676123894046842017</id><published>2008-09-18T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T19:37:54.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Ain't Trickin' If You Got It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/CpfkPpUx54kq1TaP"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/CpfkPpUx54kq1TaP" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irregardless of what my husband (T.I.) says, we found that, &lt;a href="http://www.solecollector.com/forums/it-ain-t-trickin-if-you-got-it-t781117-15.html"&gt;trickin' still trickin', whether you got it or not.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-676123894046842017?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/676123894046842017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=676123894046842017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/676123894046842017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/676123894046842017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-aint-trickin-if-you-got-it.html' title='It Ain&apos;t Trickin&apos; If You Got It.'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415395509723416850.post-5728213899544250037</id><published>2008-09-15T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:09:49.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're gonna beeeee a shining staar, in fancy cloooothes, and fancy caaars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Kristine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i dont want to do any homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UUUUGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Let me shine for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;riiiiiiiiiight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who invented homework anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wonder when rachel zoe airs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe thats something i could download&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its fucking tuesdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;looool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just what we need. MORE shit to watch on tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what is there to watch on tuesday? NOT THAT MUCH just, house, 90210, privledge (before it dies).... nothing else i can think of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mondays a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i spent 3 and half hours in front of the tv today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and i can't imagine what im going to do when all of tv comes back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because thats chuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bbt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;House, 90210? that's TWO HOURS already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I think Pushing Daisies aired on Tuesdays on CTV? I remember I always watched it a different day from you. I can't remember though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and heroes (most likely).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;omg. LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and for one half hour today i half watched one tree hill and J&amp;amp;K+8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like, why can't shit be on Friday? I watch NOTHING on friday. at least, right now nothing on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it was difficult, but i couldn't go BACK to tv later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;looool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why do we watch so many shows?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;omg. monday is hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and WHY DO WE WATCH PRIVILEDGED? lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIGHT?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT'S LIKE I HAVE TOURETTES OR SOMETHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOUT OUT TO UNCLE BEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT MY UNCLE. SPIDERMAN'S UNCLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY ARE WE QUOTING A SHOW WE DIDN'T EVEN REALLY LIKE?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IDKKKKKKKKK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything to avoid homework I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ugh. Something epic needs to be posted somewhere now. I need distraction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at least dirty sexy money is on wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND CAN I JUST TELL YOU THAT TODAY SOMEONE PULLED THAT POSTING PORN SHIT ON ONTD, and i'm seriously fucking scarred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT'S TWO DAYS IN A ROW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DIDN'T NEED TO SEE THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and it was like, sick asian porn too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pushing daisies is on wednesdays on abc atleast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and i think im goign to have to resist and wait for wednesday because i have clinical on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wednesday.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. sent 9/15/2008 8:20 PM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ugh. its been so long since tv, i can't even remember mys cheduel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fuck buzzsugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;put on up already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like, i just have to check the guide every day to make sure i'm not missing the premiere of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and next week its big bang theory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND THE OFFICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;once everything comes back im going to have to prioritize weekly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;decide which to download, which ones are worth sitting through commercials for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because shit is going to be ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ugh. too much tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for reals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i dont know how i managed last year?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lol, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;looking back on it i'm like "this is probably half the reason i failed life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;especially because i was so in love with my new tv at the time. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i have a serious problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS: someone commented that they've listened to whatever you like too many times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and i want to like scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I BET YOU HAVEN'T LISTENED TO IT 328 TIEMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. sent 9/15/2008 8:35 PM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loooooooool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. sent 9/15/2008 8:35 PM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you should say that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are you doing homework?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;k good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lets start homework together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;im going to take a shower first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but not righ tnow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M LOOKING FOR THINGS TO REPLY TO ON POSTS ON ONTD I'VE ALREADY REPLIED TO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIke, that's how bad i don't want to touch my homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;omg. LIFEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FACCCCCCCCCk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ps i went to mcdonalds today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and because those coupons started today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there was an INSANE line up at the drive through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then i laughed at how fat burnaby is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then i got depressed about my fatness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;looooooool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and how when i sit down my fat is a shelf for my arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lol, whatever. at least you ain't burnaby fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lol. shelf for arms isn't so bad. I use my to hold up my pop can. like homer simpson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ps: "throw my hands up in the air to the beat like WHAT" should be out blog name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then people would abbreviate it to something like tmhuitattblWHAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tmhuinathblw.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;winners&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;im making it now because....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this should be a blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but our title will be the whole thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all i neets is a pictures of our outfits for today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and then a lolcats picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loooool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seriously. create it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the title is too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that's why just make it "tothebeatlikewhat"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;people can remember that. it's shorter than several music blogs i read. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lol. ok. winners we are. for rael.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;frick now i have to jump into my fucking jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. i could jump back into my homer simpson boxers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kristine says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe we'll start it tommorow. because im not getting out of my leggings that have ice cream&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stains on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me shine for you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/09/12/funny-pictures-why-u-get-camera/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1780717" title="funny-pictures-cat-is-asking-for-help-so-why-are-you-taking-photos" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/09/funny-pictures-cat-is-asking-for-help-so-why-are-you-taking-photos.jpg" alt="cat" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;animals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415395509723416850-5728213899544250037?l=tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5728213899544250037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415395509723416850&amp;postID=5728213899544250037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/5728213899544250037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415395509723416850/posts/default/5728213899544250037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothebeatlikewhat.blogspot.com/2008/09/youre-gonna-beeeee-shining-staar-in.html' title='You&apos;re gonna beeeee a shining staar, in fancy cloooothes, and fancy caaars.'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025194243553674685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTuwLjJylCI/Suk41y1BOFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DdKT9RmekRo/S220/chloebags1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
