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21 July 2005
Shoutout Hotpants Not as cool as dame's - but still essential for your next meet-up.
as much as i'd like you in some new underwear
i need some too
i think i have to wait for mid august
*can't stop dancing but is using motown moves*
i have to burn this for a belldancing friend of mine, must borrow the outfit for mechat video upload
If I buy new drawers, then I'll wind up buying new socks and it'll all snowball and I'll end up highlighting my hair and getting manicures. It's a slippery slope, I tell ya! We must be ever vigilant!
Well, I actually went to the store, but yeah. I love that store--the girl who works there thinks I'm totally silly, because the first time I went, I got an "I heart boys in speedos" tee & then I got the undies. Also they sell casettes for $2 each, so I got some A-Ha and Duran Duran.
You are totally silly! Thanks for the tip. Maybe because I never had days of the week panties as a child, I am now an avid consumer of undies that say things.
actually all of my underwear is plaid patterned boxers bought at the dicount store for $5 a 3 pack. Sadly the pattern on my drawers never matches my flannel shirt.
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Reminds me of a time (long ago) when I read thrasher magazine and people would write in and debate the spelling of poser/poseur without any sense of if they were so caught up, clearly they were posin'.
See, I can like cheesy eighties and eighties-inspired electro *and* like rock'n'roll. But you wouldn't understand catholic music tastes would you Mr. Mmmmmm-Bop.
A-ha and Duran Duran were for the chicks, man. It was those electronic drumbeats, fey vocals, and too-bright keyboard melodies being inescapable in my early adolescence that drove me first to metal, then to all my other enthusiasms. The synth-pop is where I draw the line (even electronica and goth coughed up a few goodies.)
Treat Her Right, Mark Sandman's pre-Morphine band put it this way:
Aw models, critics, wimpy art-school punks
Gettin' on my nerves
They're killing all the fun in rock 'n roll
I hope it's not too late
To save the only thing I ever loved
Hey! I got a gun, know how to use it
I got a gun, now you know
I got a gun, know how to use it
I got a gun, now you know
Jon, you missed the point. Hanson didn't ruin music for me and if you think art-school whatever ruined it for you, then you're stupid. But I know you aren't stupid, so this must just be a pose, hey?
you think art-school whatever ruined it for you, then you're stupid. But I know you aren't stupid, so this must just be a pose, hey?
Nah, it just made it very hard and lonely for guys like me for a long stretch. And we're in one of those stretches again, it seems. I still got my old stuff to listen to, but I don't want it all turning into musty museum pieces.
Also, never listen to put "Piano Man," on the jukebox in a Queens dive, unless you're prepared to go home and stick your head in the oven. or at least the microwave.
Clothing: I'm not much of a joiner. Didn't get the OP corduroy shorts in the fifth grade either.
Piano Man: There are only two things I hate about New York. One is all the fucking Billy Joel on the air and all the Joely-rollers who tell me he's not such a sack'o'sap.
Duran Duran: Rio is one for the ages. The rest doesn't measure up, with or without eyeshadow.
My complaints about the music scene stands though. You forget, I look at and listen to music for a living. It's gotten to the point where I can't even bear looking at the New Releases in a record store.
Plus, yesterday, the companies new CEO called my department to a meeting. Near the end, he talked about how he's "maintaing an apartment in the city," and how he's been to ten concerts in the two months he's been here, then mentioned that he'd been a roadie for the Dead back in '67. I felt like throwing my car keys at him.
One is all the fucking Billy Joel on the air and all the Joely-rollers who tell me he's not such a sack'o'sap.
Oh he's a complete sack of sap, but he's our sack of sap. City folk like their corn, too. You have to have grown up in the tri-state area and/or have older male relatives from the outer boroughs to truly "get," Mr. Joel. But even I'll admit he hasn't done anything good since before The Nylon Curtain.
*making up for the fact that I can't play audio files at work and I don't have a computer at home (and if I did, it would be a supersecure ultrasecret box unplugged from the wall, filled with files on ALL Y'ALL MOTHERFUCKERS) so I'll probably never know how cool jonmc's "....." link was*
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