It’s that time of year again! One of the best things about Christmas (besides those sweet porcelain villages complete with a horse-drawn carriage, woman in a petticoat and a town crier standing outside the church) is the music.
Sure, everybody has their favorite Christmas jingle, but have you actually listened to the lyrics of some of these songs?
The last time the topic of online dating was brought up on this website, it ended in a Welch’s-drinking pedophile and a lonely birthday cake. Because of this, I shelved the idea for a few months and decided I would let fate do all the work for me. Everybody knows you’ll never find your man if you’re out looking for him!
COLIN: You know my feelings on brunch. Particularly, brunch on a Sunday. I hate to be the designated driver of the Sunday Funday set, but boys (and bois) and girls (and grrrls), let’s be realistic. Do you really want to wake up at 8:30 p.m. sweaty and cotton-mouthed, with home fries in your hair, wondering where your phone is and why your roommate is hanging half out of the bathroom, clutching a crumbly tube of Ritz crackers to her chest?
Hello you beautiful people!
While the site has been quiet, Buntology Headquarters has been a-bustle the last few days in preparation for Super Ball IX!!!
Held in Watkins Glen, NY, Phish’s 3-day festy is rumored to be housing more than 30,000 people this Fourth of July weekend!
Holy crap, we are excited.
Angela and her posse are heading down a day early to set up camp and begin the alleged “raging,” so check our FACEBOOK PAGE and TWITTER PAGE all weekend for live updates! At least until her phone dies.
My friend and I thought it would be fun to go with her boyfriend’s band to a couple of their shows last weekend.
While I was able to fulfill my lifelong fantasy of being a merch girl- or, the girl who carries a box of t-shirts from the van to the venue- I ultimately realized that being in a band seems like way too much work. I’m exhausted and all I did was dance and pass out in the back of my friend’s Acton all weekend.
Check out some of the pics I snapped on the trip that took me from NYC to Boston to Vermont and back…
I’m sure by now everybody has heard about the big Anthony Weiner sexting scandal.
You know, the one where the New York democratic rep. sent sexy-time pics and messages to a plethora of young female fans over Twitter and Facebook?
The messages, some of which included Weiner shirtless or with “bulging-underpants,” were leaked earlier this month to a shocked and appalled country, and now the (married) politician is doing some serious damage control.
What happens when the very quality that makes something so unique is the same quality that seemingly exploits it? When the “special thing” that sets something apart is the very same thing that allows it to gain popularity?
I found myself pondering such quandaries during my time at Strange Creek Music Festival, held last weekend in Greenfield, Mass., as I frolicked among the hippies who also opted to spend their Memorial Day weekends dancing in a field eating grilled cheeses rather than sitting at a barbecue eating guacamole.
I’m sure there is some poetic expression for this type of thing- nothing gold can stay? All good things must come to an end? If a tree falls in the woods… nah, not that one.
Certainly the implication that Strange Creek is “coming to an end” is a false one, considering the festival sold out for the first time in its 9-year history last weekend. But, while the Western Mass festy- known for its intimate number of attendees and strong familial vibe- has gained major popularity over the years, it also may have lost something along the way.
Sometimes I feel like I’m the only single gal I know. In my family, group of friends, and even at my place of business, it often seems that I’m the only Single White Female within the 5-mile radius.
For the most part, I have no problem with this. I think singledom suits me. I travel a lot, try to stay career-focused, and happen to live in a city crawling with hot men.
After enduring one of the longest and most brutal winters the east coast has seen in years, festival season is almost upon us!!!
As much as we’d all like to kick off our shoes and enjoy every festy the summer has to offer, the reality is that with full-time jobs and bills to pay, most of us have to be a bit more selective about the ones we attend.
Because of this, Buntology has enlisted the help of five expert panelists to offer their infinite wisdom and expertise on the subject, and to make sure that YOU get the most bang for your buck this summer…
When I was a kid all I cared about was buying music.
Every week when I got paid from whatever dinky job I was working (solely to support this cd-purchasing habit), I would cash my check, head to the mall and salivate down the aisles of Best Buy until I picked out whatever obscure-ass shit my 7th grade self was listening to.
By the time I graduated high-school I had a massive music collection which I kept alphabetized in a humongous booklet. I was meticulous with my CDs; they were in perfect condition.
In college I was spoiled and able to get new music for free from the radio station I DJed at. This was around the same time that Metallica started ruining free music distribution for everybody- and my college campus didn’t allow file-sharing programs- so the radio station thing worked out nicely. Plus, being a college student meant I was way too poor to shell out $17.99 for an album that may or may not suck.
Now, at age 23, I’m in a position where I can afford to pay for my music. And with Itunes becoming the predominant (and reasonably priced!!!) way to get such things, I’m back on the cd-a-week bandwagon. Giddyup!
Check out what I’ve been digging on over the last few weeks…