Wednesday, November 27, 2013
No New Year's Eve party
Thinking of not hosting New Year's Eve shenanigans for the first time in about five hundred years - most of our peeps will be gone - and doing nothing. At least that's what we're going to say. Try coming by on 12/31, though. Huh! No one home.
Room 237
That skier at left? A minotaur, actually, according to some dipshit. |
How did they miss out on this?
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
A lesson in openmindedness
Bought a pair of Levi 501's at Marshalls or TJ Maxx one day many months back while the Bride was trying shit on...the right size, like twenty bucks. Got home, touched them and was dismayed - oh, noes, 2% stretchy shit! Ick! That can't be right. So I just tossed them in the back of the pile o' pants, hopefully never to be found again. Then last week I was folding/sorting/disposing of pants and said, oh, screw it, wear them on a Saturday and if you get them messed up doing some he-man outdoor bullshit, big deal. Well, after a day, I liked them a lot! Maybe they won't fade right as time goes on...but in the midst of life we are in death and I am likely to be struck down in the thick of things long before the stretch leaves these dungarees. What was I saying? Oh, I need to give shit a chance.
Belle and Sebastian problem
I know I've said it before, young uns, but I grew up in a perfect time, with New Order and Smiths and shit. I mean, I bought License to Ill, "Ask" and the Egg Hunt single the same day, as has been said. What worries is me is that are no more bookish nerd kids who love Smiths-like crap, or, more to the point, if these kids do exist, what new is there to listen to? Are there smart bands that have a whole fey-ass lifestyle attached? I'm losing sleep over this. What will happen to the bun?
Oh, and the Band
Lisa Vanderpump, who is famous, at left
This, of course, provokes me to no end and makes me want to mount a staged production of the entirety of ABC's Mantrap (the movie tie-in made to capitalize on the success of Lexicon of Love) or maybe go on as a senior on X-Factor doing "Killing of a Flashboy."
Oh, wait, I promised to gripe, right?
Had friends over for dinner on Saturday and ended up in a conversation where I was made to defend my decision to not give a shit about Bob Dylan Self Portrait. I have earned the right to this decisiveness.
Steinbeck sea change
Dali Kelley
Why Barnes and Noble is dying
Heard a commercial thingy on NPR which said that featured artists right now include: Mumford and Sons, Bonnie Raitt, Half Moon Run, Christian [Somebody] and Dawes. Never mind the Nook debacle.
Nick Eddy Relents: Heading Toward Zero Actual Content?
Had a discussion on Saturday wherein I was basically apologizing to a reader for the lack of actual readable content on the blog. Baby pictures, dumb shit I've seen...where are the spittle-flecked screeds of yestermonth? Well, I'm busy. But I will try to step it up! In fact, I will try today to bring the hammer down on any number of items which are provoking me. I don't want this blog to be, as we said in Texas when I was there for a week a year and a half ago, all hat and no cattle.
Monday, November 25, 2013
Memories of a gentler time
Not timely, exactly, but brilliant marketing!
Saw this box of Kleenex at the Bride's office...what did it remind me of? Oh, right, the back cover of Purple Rain. And it makes a lot of sense, too: listening to "Beautiful Ones" and remembering That Special Night can lead to storms of tears.
Bun at pediatrician
Extra effort noted in Savannah, GA:
Gabe saw this guy in RUN-DMC catz tee shirt and asked if he could take his picture, and not only did RUN-DMC catz guy say sure, but he ran out to his car to get his hat!
Prison wine question:
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Which of these dudes who both died in 1948 is more badass?
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
VACUUM HOUSE!
Oh, New York magazine...
From their "154 Lost Classics" listicle:
1. that should read "as good as - or better than - Bowie's own records?"
2. Yeah, what if that happened? Because it sure didn't happen with this half-written pile of shit! ZING!
Jobriath, Jobriath (1973) - What if the most shameless David Bowie impersonator you've ever heard made a high-camp sci-fi glam-rock concept album as good - or better - than Bowie's own records?
1. that should read "as good as - or better than - Bowie's own records?"
2. Yeah, what if that happened? Because it sure didn't happen with this half-written pile of shit! ZING!
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
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