friday filler fun

Well, we were sup­posed to have a new mix up for you by now, but, well… Mike left the coffee pot on and when it died a fiery death in the wee hours of the morning, no one knew how to cope. I mean, the fire put itself out and no one was hurt—or at least, not directly. But unable to get their caf­feine fix in this sad state of affairs, Mike, Niina, Joel, Jason, and the home­less guy who’s been crashing under Joel’s desk var­i­ously lapsed into comas and/or delirium. The hardiest of the bunch, Niina man­aged to crawl down­stairs and around the corner to Star­bucks, using her dying strength and the chipped and cracked edges of her fin­ger­nails to drag her­self toward a $4.99 Amer­i­cano. This she gra­ciously shared with the rest of us, caring soul that she is. Well, except for me, because I don’t drink coffee. So while the rest of the crew are on the DL, here’s some wacky internet shit I’ve dug up to hold you over:

First up we’ve got this curious and heart­breaking Youtube video in which a group of brave, mis­guided teens from the frost­bitten wastes of Canada go on public access tele­vi­sion to give you their vision of the sub­lime. As the uploader put it, “The band is called Mental Note, and they appeared on a show called Johnny Sizzle’s Enter­tain­ment Watch, which aired on the Win­nipeg Public Access channel in 1992.” Enjoy! Wow, what an incred­ible solo, amirite? Rem­i­nis­cent of Creed Shreds 3: You Shit Here With Me, don’t you think?

Up next is a gem of a remix—a reworking of Lady Gaga’s “Paparazzi” by long­time hipinion.com boarder j_brooks. Now, I hate brooks as much as the next guy, but this remix… well, it’s good. Someone in the thread where brooks outed it described it as “shits like audio ambien,” to which brooks replied, “ambien is like my main musical influ­ence.” Thrilling, no? It sounds like exactly what you’d expect, given that exchange.

Lady Gaga — “Paparazzi (Élite Gym­nas­tics Remix)”

And actu­ally that’s all we’ve got for today. I have to go tend to the sick and wounded (I think I hear Jason calling for a mocha drip), and get that mixed fin­ished up for (we hope) tomorrow. Please send all get-well-soon cards and/or packets of instant coffee via overnight ship­ping to Girl­pants, Inc., at the address in our Con­tact Us page.