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Here's how thoroughly ingrained in my head some pieces of MTV became between the ages of 5 and 20: While watching VH1 Classic's weekend-long MTV celebration, they showed a clip from an MTV Movie Awards. When Scarlett Johansson and Jake Gyllenhaal were announced, I immediately thought, "MAPS! MAPSMAPSMAPSMAPSMAPS." And then there they were, against that beautifully-designed scenery, Karen, Nick, and Brian.

Wait, they don't love you like I love you...

Thanks, Ondi.

For the record, the vuvuzelas don't bother me whatsoever. I'm sure it'd be a different story were I actually in the stadium with them, of course. But on TV, they're OK in my book.

6 6 6 (in order...)

Chuck Klosterman books:
Downtown Owl
Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs
Killing Yourself to Live
Chuck Klosterman IV
Fargo Rock City
Eating the Dinosaur

Wes Anderson films:
The Royal Tenenbaums
The Fantastic Mr. Fox
The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou
The Darjeeling Limited
Bottle Rocket

The White Stripes albums:
White Blood Cells
Get Behind Me Satan
Icky Thump
The White Stripes
De Stijl

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Man, it was sooooooo nice to do absolutely nothing for a day. Was it as nice as hanging with friends? Of course not. But it was probably more necessary.

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Why do I keep getting Facebook friended by people I don't know? And I don't mean complete strangers or spam/sexbots, I mean people I obviously went to school with at some point, and with whom I share mutual FB friends, but who I don't remember whatsoever.