Friday, August 31, 2012
|I mean, I already have a|
tennis/cricket sweater, for god's sake.
Old money: Canon in D
or whatever. I can't remember the others, and the magazine is at home. But you know: "More Than This," Chemical Brothers, that sort of thing. "Crazy in Love."
Of course, she was gorgeous. Who wouldn't want a glamorous woman to show up with her iPod/Pad and upload her hyper-"curated" (ugh) setlist to your gizmo and everyone nods sagely as "Do You Really Want to Hurt Me?" lilts out?
Point being: Chooch and I need to quit our jobs and do this. Fly places, deliver "She's Losing It" by Belle and Sebastian to Chanel staffers like we wrote it, have lunch, get paid, fly home. WE HAVE DONE OUR HOMEWORK.
I single-handedly caused the "Elonore" revival the other week, did I not?
Hello, people of the future!
Thursday, August 30, 2012
|Sorry, Chris Glass, MS Paint|
didn't have a feature to turn
this guy orange.
Anyway, he did not. I suppose he'd remember HIS first tv better.
We did discuss the effed-up color adjustment levers with which one could turn Kermit ORANGE.
|Face looks like DeForest|
Kelly with a beard, yes
Don, if you're reading this and payback is needed, remember I pulled your pants up Monday.
"You did what?"
My whole neighborhood was mostly Catholics and I can truthfully say that I often felt left out, what with the shiny-seeming papist kids going to CCD and whatnot. Also, I remember being bodily tossed in a wet patch of yard (collected rainwater) by JohnPaul M_______ (identical twins, both referred to by the other kids as a unit) and the B_______s.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
|Some children of divorce, yesterday|
Featured bands were to be:
Seether, Sick Puppies, 10 Years, Dropkick Murphys, Filter, Pop Evil, Falling in Reverse, Kyng, Young Guns and Dangerkids
There was also to be a mechanical bull and 50-yard zipline!
Slow sales was given as the reason for the calling off of the event.
I mean, it would be because of the economy, then, but it's such great news that this shitshow of yuk is not happening that you have to at least consider riding out the status quo?
|Me, last week, next week and|
Anyway, I need titles. "So Long, Baby," that sort of thing.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
The movement of the priest, the acolyte, and the communicants are like some vestige of a pavane.
Looked it up, for YOU!:
1. A slow, stately court dance of the 16th and 17th centuries, usually in duple meter.
2. A piece of music for this dance.
Then it becomes quite difficult to not sing "Pamplemoussey!" all day at the baby to the tune of this:
Anyway, I was all orange and the Bride was on berry. Then we went to Savannah and our hosts had the pamplemousse (grapefruit) kind and I was like, well, Duh!, you always liked Squirt, dumbass.
So now it's all pamplemousse.