Mixed Bag, Twentyteen Edition

Haaay. Long time no post. I was on vacation, and then I got a new job, and I've been going through this weird phase where I only listen to the same 10 songs all the time. Would it be too oversharey to say I also listen to these songs under the covers with headphones on when I get early-morning insomnia, which is often? I find it oddly satisfying, like I'm stealing time (I am stealing time, from myself, valuable sleep time).

ANYWAY. Fellow Chi bloggers Boy Kings sent over their latest intallment of BKTV featuring a live performance from local dance-rock band Gemini Club. Do you think the girls in this —who are depicted as the inconsequential eye candy for the old boy's club— are their girlfriends or just incredibly amenable friends? "French each other! Now french that guy!" As a former AV nerd I appreciate how nicely done these videos are from a production standpoint. I also like what I've heard from Gemini Club and the lead singer looks like the petri dish child of one of my exes and Logan Huntzberger, which I'm pretty into.

Speaking of videos: I can't believe I had never seen the commercial for Booty Pop before this weekend. Apparently the people watching Saturday afternoon repeats of "The Outer Limits" are the target demographic for buttcheek inserts, i.e. me. You know, it's becoming increasingly clear that I should be an inventor. I bet this person is making thousands of hundreds of dollars and it probably all started with two shoulder pads + some really tight underwear + a dream.

Only slightly more gross than Booty Pop is my discovery via Videogum that someone in the world calls himself a "swagger coach" and may get paid actual money by Justin Bieber('s creepy stage parents, probably). From what I can gather he is like a combination of the two Jays from ATNM except for guys.

And finally — look how many different kinds of Kit Kats you can get in Japan! No seriously look how many, and this is just the tip of the iceberg apparently. I want a wasabi one so bad.