P-p-pedal down the foothills, wheelies on the front

Despite my obsession with all things electro since I started college in 2005, hiphop will always be close to my heart. And while I couldn’t be whiter if I tried, it allows me to indulge my ‘ghetto’ side.

I recently (and randomly) came across these guys:

The Cool Kids are old skool hip-hop at its absolute best. And when I say old skool, I mean old skool. Their beats are straight outta the 80s and their lyrics take the p*ss out of all the other hip-hop artists who rap about nothing more than their 22-inch rims and hustlin’ lifestyles.
The Cool Kids are Antoine “Mikey Rocks” Reed (from Illinois) and Evan “Chuck Inglish” Ingersoll (from Michigan). They were listed in Rolling Stone’s Ten Artists To Watch In 2008 .
Do yourself a favour and check ‘em out on Myspace.

Listen to:
‘88
Black Mags
Flossin’

bring your jukebox money

It came as quite a shock to me to learn that the B-52s (of ‘Love Shack’ fame) have a new album out.

Entitled Funplex, it’s their first in almost 20 years.  Surely they’re a tad too old…?

Nope!  They’re back, as crazy as ever (like ‘cheerleaders buzzing with sugar’) and are about to go on tour with none other than Cyndi Lauper.

Visit their myspace.

Take the day off

I heart this stuff so much it’s not even funny… It’s the best makeup remover EVER!

great Friday?

Today is Good Friday. If my Catholic upbringing serves me correctly, it’s the anniversary of Jesus’ death.

It’s also a meat-free day. This means we have to eat fish.

I hate fish when they’re swimming in our lakes and rivers. I hate them even more when they’re on my dinner plate.
While I can stomach fish fingers and a bit of haddock, anything else makes me gag.

And my mom doesn’t exactly help when she refuses to tell me what kind of fish she’s cooking.

Is your life a musical?

I wish…

I have a new obsession

and it comes in the form of Spring Awakening.

Based on the 1891 play by Frank Wedekind, it won 8 awards at last year’s Tonys (including Best Musical).

Hopefully it will still be on Broadway the next time I’m in New York. Until then I’ll have to be content with listening to the soundtrack on repeat.

OHMYGOSH!!!

Look at her shoes!

As seen on Facehunter

Rain, rain, go away…

I love a good ole rainstorm on a Sunday, when I can be all bundled up indoors in front of the fire, listening to the rain with either a good book or a good film at hand, lots of tea and no reason for me to set foot outside.

On any other occasion, I detest the rain.

Summer ‘07 was by far the rainiest in my memory. I’ve no idea how many days I rolled into work looking like a drowned rat, or slipped my way down Grafton Street or sidestepped a puddle only to end up in an even bigger one.

I also went through five umbrellas in the space of four weeks. Note to everybody: Never spend more than €6 on an umbrella, especially not in Ireland. Just pop into Penneys. Sorted.

Last summer I also found myself wishing I didn’t have a thing against wellies.

Y’see, I grew up in Kerry. Wellies did not translate as rainboots. Oh no! Wellies screamed farmer. And I was no farmer, I’ll have you know.
But since puddles = wet shoes = wet socks = wet feet = sick Lyndsay, I eventually had to cave and get a pair. A white pair with red polka dots. A cute pair.

Nonetheless, I’ve only worn them twice and they sit forlornly in the corner of my bedroom, gathering dust.

Now the rain is back with vengeance and, after getting soaked from head to toe by two buses AND a car today, I’ve been stealing a glance every so often in their direction…

Hmmm…

What is all the fuss about…

Cory Kennedy?

I stumbled across this lil lady’s blog a while back and didn’t really take any notice. From what I could see she was just some chick who partied a lot and thought she was awesome.

Sometimes I like to perv on Cobrasnake’s party pics (purely to see what all the hip n cool scenesters are wearing and try to gauge just how coked out of it they are) when low and behold who’s the main attraction at some upcoming party? Yep, Cory Kennedy.

In an effort to avoid doing anything thesis-related, I decided it was time for me to actually find out who she is.

And guess what? SHE’S ONLY 18! Which is all well and good ‘cept she’s had supposed IT-girl status since she was 16 and all thanks to Mr Cobrasnake himself. The two even used to date (eeew).

Isn’t there something slightly endearing about her though? I think it’s mostly her age and the fact that she can only be heading somewhere disastrous (she was previously diagnosed as clinically depressed).

Most images taken from the Fashion Spot and I dunno where they got them from…

And they’re from her Myspace

Nylon call her their ‘favourite rascal’ and she’s currently the SS08 face of Urban Decay.

I don’t know why but she kinda reminds me of Cassie from Skins…

How to be famous for doing nothing

spunk rock…

We need sperm donations… you need festival tickets… wanna strike a deal?

…Huh?

A new website has been launched offering free tickets to any festival in Europe in exchange for sperm donations.

Spermfortickets.com is trying to aid Ireland’s sperm clinics who have suffered a 40% fall in donations in the past four years.

But if you’re interested in receiving a ‘donation pack’, you’ve missed out, as the website just posted an urgent message announcing that they are calling a halt to applications.

It’s not the idea of spermfortickets that weirds me out, it’s the amount of applications it’s received…