Buzz Guide: Ian Somerhalder and ‘I Don’t Care About Your Band’


Garfunkel and Oates

This comedic duo was an opener for Motion City Soundtrack when I went to see them at House of Blues on Valentine’s Day. I’m usually not a huge supporter of joke-rock, no matter how funny or what great vocal range they have. Tenacious D? No. MC Lars or MC Chris? In small doses, perhaps. Maybe I just couldn’t relate. But on Valentine’s Day 2010, Kate Micucci and Riki Lindhome hit the HOB stage and made me laugh. And well, every time I laugh I fall in love a little bit.

Try and deny this greatness:

Please also check out the song “Pregnant Women Are Smug” on their music page. HILAR.


Shutter Island

Oooh, how I love a good psychological thriller! Short synopsis: A psychotic killer vanishes from the insitution for the criminally insane, and U.S. Marshals (played by Leonardo DiCaprio and Mark Ruffalo) are called in to find out what happened.

It’s based on the 2003 novel by Dennis Lehane, which Mark gives a solid thumbs up to. Watch the trailer here. It hits theaters this Friday (2/19)


I’m not about to be a hypocrite, because I hopped on this bandwagon weeks ago, but if Patrick Stump thought Twitter was encouraging oversharing… well, has anyone introduced him to FormSpring? Before you jump on mine to ask “When did Patrick Stump’s hypothetical reactions become a measure of what’s good and right in the world?” I’ll tell you–I don’t know. It just DID.

Gawker calls it the crack cocaine of oversharing. What is its appeal? The ability to ask anonymously? The potential to ask really private or awkward questions? Because I read some people’s and… well, from what I’ve seen there would be nothing wrong with asking those questions via some other social network–or even *gasp* TO THEIR FACE. Is it that getting interviewed makes us feel important? Is it because we can’t really motivate ourselves to speak our minds or vent without being prompted? Is it just a trend we’re trying on for size, or do you think it can be used in a really effective, revolutionary way? Talk to me, people.


I Don’t Care About Your Band: What I Learned From Indie Rockers, Trust Funders, Pornographers, Felons, Faux-Sensitive Hipsters, And Other Guys I’ve Dated

I haven’t read it, but the snap-judger in me was reeled in by the title and the cover art. Jezebel calls it a dating book they can get behind. You’re probably too young to have been bored to death by a musician who looks damn good in a promo photo but only recites techical monologues on the phone and makes your face break out because he WONT WASH HIS HAIR. Given the interests of the majority on Buzznet, I can say that I think one day, you’ll understand. Arm yourselves.


Ian Somerhalder

One of the things I’m loving about Lost’s ‘flash sideways’ this season is rare glimpses of Boone Carlyle. Do I love him enough to watch him on Vampire Diaries? No, because it’s a shallow kind of love. And I’m okay with that.

Need moar? Me too. Picspam me, babies!