Thursday, July 21, 2005
These are my earth shattering observations and revelations, my truths if you will. Please refrain from genuflecting in my presense after reading these. A simple "Your wisdom astounds me and I hope to be like you someday" would suffice.
You can stop laughing now and just read on, thanks.
The "Vintage Concert Shirt"
I have come to grips with the fact that all the concert shirts I own from the 80's are now considered "vintage."
Vintage...as in old, classic even.
It is quite fabulous and all that I have that stylized look with these shirts without trying or spending God aweful amounts of money, but to admit that I actually went to that 1987 Billy Idol concert is a little disconcerting. The reactions of "Oh wow...you were THERE?" have humbled me more than anything I can think of at the moment.
Cereal: We all must embrace our inner child
I eat Waffle Crisps. I used to eat Special K Red Berries, but I realize that cereal should be an experience that harkens back to when one used to sit with the family for about 30 minutes before work and school to eat breakfast, TOGETHER. Cereal should be sugary sweet and make your milk the colors of chocolate and strawberries...if I wanted nuts and granola, I'll eat a bag of trail mix. You keep your Shredded Wheat...I'll be very happy with my Lucky Charms, Coco Puffs, and Captain Crunch thank you very much.
Why am I NEVER around when things like THIS happen?
COFFEE CONNOISSEUR FIRTH FIGHTS FOR FAIR TRADE
Colin Firth.
Serving coffee.
All he would need at that point is a slice of cheesecake in the other hand and nothing on but a smile and...ok, that's enough. I have to stop or I would need a cigarette, and I don't smoke.
John Mayer is smarter than you
And me, too. He is clever, that Mayer kid. For instance, I didn't like Jack FM (100.7 in San Diego) at first, but here's something he said that made me think a little more about it:
Jack-FM: During my most recent three-day stay in L. A., I never once changed the radio station. Imagine a place on the dial that interviews you and your friends, asks what songs you like, and then plays them one after another. The station is called Jack-FM, and I've come to find there are more and more Jack stations cropping up across the country. Almost no DJs, few commercials, and lots of songs you forgot you loved. It's radio turned inside out.
When I first heard that Star 100.7 FM had changed formats, I was shocked. They had just completed the highly successful "Fugative" contest (which my friends and I could have won...but we were on the wrong side of the mall...if you're lost, don't worry about it...it's over and we didn't win $20,000), I thought all was right in the world of Star 100.7. A few weeks later, this "Jack FM" thing started to take over, telling us "We play what we want to, so deal with it". It put me off for a good couple of months. I thought, "Fuck YOU Jack, I'll listen to my iPod."
So I decided to listen after reading John's observation (which can be found in his monthly column in Esquire magazine), and he's right. Actually, it was like listening to my iPod, but with every hit song played on the radio from 1960-2005, in addition to my own collection. They played "Policy of Truth" by Depeche Mode for God's sake. Other Top 40 stations here barely play "Just Can't Get Enough" or "Personal Jesus".
Good guys are COOL (and so are good gals)
I saw this on a shirt that I will eventually purchase. It's got Superman on the shirt, but I want one with Wonder Woman on it.
Wonder Woman IS cool. Wonder Woman has a "lasso of truth" and an invisible jet. I don't have that.
Oh shut up because neither do you. But if you do...uh, call me, thanks.
Iambic Pentameter
I just wanted to type that out because it popped into my head. Makes me want to write a sonnet...
"We hold these truths to be self-evident"
Well, *I* do at least.
CLOSING THOUGHT
Remember:
When the pimp's in the crib, yo, drop it like it's hott.
(I reserve the right to edit at whim...and ad nauseum)
You can stop laughing now and just read on, thanks.
The "Vintage Concert Shirt"
I have come to grips with the fact that all the concert shirts I own from the 80's are now considered "vintage."
Vintage...as in old, classic even.
It is quite fabulous and all that I have that stylized look with these shirts without trying or spending God aweful amounts of money, but to admit that I actually went to that 1987 Billy Idol concert is a little disconcerting. The reactions of "Oh wow...you were THERE?" have humbled me more than anything I can think of at the moment.
Cereal: We all must embrace our inner child
I eat Waffle Crisps. I used to eat Special K Red Berries, but I realize that cereal should be an experience that harkens back to when one used to sit with the family for about 30 minutes before work and school to eat breakfast, TOGETHER. Cereal should be sugary sweet and make your milk the colors of chocolate and strawberries...if I wanted nuts and granola, I'll eat a bag of trail mix. You keep your Shredded Wheat...I'll be very happy with my Lucky Charms, Coco Puffs, and Captain Crunch thank you very much.
Why am I NEVER around when things like THIS happen?
COFFEE CONNOISSEUR FIRTH FIGHTS FOR FAIR TRADE
Colin Firth.
Serving coffee.
All he would need at that point is a slice of cheesecake in the other hand and nothing on but a smile and...ok, that's enough. I have to stop or I would need a cigarette, and I don't smoke.
John Mayer is smarter than you
And me, too. He is clever, that Mayer kid. For instance, I didn't like Jack FM (100.7 in San Diego) at first, but here's something he said that made me think a little more about it:
Jack-FM: During my most recent three-day stay in L. A., I never once changed the radio station. Imagine a place on the dial that interviews you and your friends, asks what songs you like, and then plays them one after another. The station is called Jack-FM, and I've come to find there are more and more Jack stations cropping up across the country. Almost no DJs, few commercials, and lots of songs you forgot you loved. It's radio turned inside out.
When I first heard that Star 100.7 FM had changed formats, I was shocked. They had just completed the highly successful "Fugative" contest (which my friends and I could have won...but we were on the wrong side of the mall...if you're lost, don't worry about it...it's over and we didn't win $20,000), I thought all was right in the world of Star 100.7. A few weeks later, this "Jack FM" thing started to take over, telling us "We play what we want to, so deal with it". It put me off for a good couple of months. I thought, "Fuck YOU Jack, I'll listen to my iPod."
So I decided to listen after reading John's observation (which can be found in his monthly column in Esquire magazine), and he's right. Actually, it was like listening to my iPod, but with every hit song played on the radio from 1960-2005, in addition to my own collection. They played "Policy of Truth" by Depeche Mode for God's sake. Other Top 40 stations here barely play "Just Can't Get Enough" or "Personal Jesus".
Good guys are COOL (and so are good gals)
I saw this on a shirt that I will eventually purchase. It's got Superman on the shirt, but I want one with Wonder Woman on it.
Wonder Woman IS cool. Wonder Woman has a "lasso of truth" and an invisible jet. I don't have that.
Oh shut up because neither do you. But if you do...uh, call me, thanks.
Iambic Pentameter
I just wanted to type that out because it popped into my head. Makes me want to write a sonnet...
"We hold these truths to be self-evident"
Well, *I* do at least.
CLOSING THOUGHT
Remember:
When the pimp's in the crib, yo, drop it like it's hott.
(I reserve the right to edit at whim...and ad nauseum)
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