Could the ending of tonight’s Lost have been any more anti-climactic?! The entire episode was tense, and then the end wasn’t frightening at all. The glass shattering while Hurley was being interrogated? Terrifying. Guy who visited Hurley from “Oceanic Airlines”? I had to close my eyes. I mean, damn, that parachuting dude was cute, not scary. And if I’ve learned anything from date rape videos in high school, it’s that attractive guys will never do anything bad, or ever try to hurt you.

I just want to know who the rest of the Oceanic Six are…

Sound Tribe Sector 9 is playing at Canopy tonight, and tickets are still $17 in advance. If the rave reviews of their live shows are anything close to the truth, then it should be bomb.

Oh, and just so you all know, I’m not seeing Lost until after the concert. If you tell me what happened in the season premiere, prepare to die.

It seems as though Katie Holmes may have been lying about completing the NY Marathon.

Let’s hope that her alien baby is proven false soon, too. I’m dying for that thing to sprout antennae.

I love this photo. It makes me think of the type of career I want — fabulously draining.

For $20, I should get it. But, I’m just buying too many things to hang on my wall and need to take a break.

NOOOOOOOO!!!

How could this happen?
How could we let John Edwards pull out of the presidential race?
I hate you, stupid Americans. Do you really think “change” is going to fix this country? What we needed was a hot fucking president to make other foreign leaders weak at the knees, and we let him slip through our fingers like gorgeous putty. We need looks and charm to flirt other countries into siding with us while keeping all the crazy racist hicks from the south under control. Only Edwards could make trailer trash swoon and Ahmadinejad weak in the knees with his beautiful side-swooped hair, glittering eyes and entrancing smile.

This is tragedy. Fuck this. I’m moving to London.

Just got this in my inbox:

“The Jewish Federation of Metropolitan Chicago is pleased to announce that the Marvin S. Corwin Scholarship Fund will be available for the 2008-2009 academic year. Awards total approximately $8000 annually in amounts ranging from $2000 to $6000.

Be Jewish
Be enrolled full-time at the College of Communications, University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign
Be domiciled in the Chicago metropolitan community
Demonstrate career promise”

Yes…Yes…Yes…Yes! I’m all four!
I’m always shut out because I’m not interested in newspapers or because I’m not a different skin color or a total fucking genius, but this one works perfectly. The only way this scholarship could be a better fit is if they paid in cheese fries and concert tickets instead of sweet cash money.

I’m currently listening to the new Les Savy Fav KEXP live in-studio podcast, during which they mentioned that The Dodos were opening for their Seattle show. I’m already Les Miserables about missing Ra Ra Riot and The Virgins in Chicago on Friday, and this just adds to it.

I really dig a lot about Champaign-Urbana — elsinore, the bread at Strawberry Fields, Murphy’s Thursday nights, $2 Latte Day at Espresso Royale — but when I hear about shows like these, I just get so sick of living in a cornfield instead of a big city.

PS - Why, oh why, are the female DJs for KEXP — a fantastic radio station — such fucking dolts? They can’t hold a fluid conversation to save their life, and it’s totally starting to ruin the podcasts.

“These messages were sent while you were offline:

9:08 AM Erin: carlye?
9:27 AM Erin: caaaaaarlyyyeee
caaaaaarlyyyeee
ahhh
ahhh
9:47 AM Erin: por que no estas en el internet?”

This is what happens when one of your two friends goes away to Spain. Wah.

“Absolutely perfect! I could not be more happy with how this turned out. Cheers to the first of many columns.” — my editor for College News, the magazine I now write a sex/relationship column for.

I tried something new, and just went for it. Hell, I’m just glad to know I don’t have to write an entire new one.

Carlye Wisel loves Noah Kalina.

It’s true. I do.

UPDATE: The feeling is mututal. (Scroll down a bit to see.)