Hard-Core Helter Skelter
It's been almost two weeks since my last little bit of nowhere, and I'm still catching my breath from having been on a near-constant run from one thing to the next. From city to city, from place to place, from work to elsewhere, this Good Friday marks the first day in a while that I've actually been able to catch my breath, attempt to recall & reflect what's transpired in the meantime, and be amazed that the pron-spammers have been slacking off in pummelling my Email account with the usual pornobabble ads.
But that's not an offer or request for them to resume their former pace.
There's a lot I could go into detail on, but I'm still tired enough to prefer to shorten them all to anecdotes, and let other peoples' blogs & livejournals give the synopses in my stead. So in two weeks, here's not a lot of accumulated useless observations and rantings. Enjoy!
Curse of the Day: curse you, Clay Aiken! Curse you and your well-coiffed hair! Why must I be constantly seeing your
Invisible music video with you prancing around atop a car in the middle of traffic, with your adoring throngs worshipping your well-coiffed hair? Why must the store across from ours play your video so much? For that matter, why must you try and notably fail at what U2 and the Beatles did so well in years past?
Morbid Observation (and the curse's corollary) of the Day: while I'm sure Aiken's voice makes the lyrics for
Invisible sound very romantic...has anyone noticed how disturbing they are? "If I was invisible/I would just watch you in your room?" Admittedly, if someone told me that, I don't think I'd scream excitedly and have a near-fainting spell. No, the first word that comes to mind is *coughSTALKERcough*.
The same thing holds true for
The Police's Every Breath You Take. Yes, it's a fun melody, but does anyone else get a case of the willies when they look at the lyrics? "Every breath you take/Every move you make/Every step you take/I'll be watching you." Yeah, I'll be standing over there with the mace and the restraining order, if you don't mind.
Silly Purse Fashion of the Day: our store is now the proud owner of purses and matching wallets that (I kid you not) are Barbarella Bikini purses. It's like they took all those old costumes from the 1970's Sci-Fi B movies, where apparently all the female (and might I add, remarkably humanoid) aliens wore sparkling silver spandex bikinis, and skinned them to make our new purses. I half expect to see some old B movie actress come by and cheerfully remark, "Hey, I used to wear shorts that looked like this!" I wonder how many teenage girls would buy our Barbarella Bikini purses once they heard that....
Radio Fanboy Lesson of the Day: we have too much fun doing what we do. Period. Between the Anime horoscopes, the "If Dr. Seuss Wrote Anime" titles, the "Everything I Need To Know I Learned From Anime" titles, the Choose-Your-Own-Disaster fic reading, and just our usual silliness, we damn near took the radio broadcast over entirely, much to my sincere enjoyment. Today the airwaves, tomorrow the world!
Gracious Thanks of the Day: to Ina-chan, for letting us take over her J-Mix Radio broadcast this past Monday and fill it with rampant silliness, gratuitous insanity and very bad puns. I apologize for all the listeners of yours we scared away!
Redundancy of the Day! as seen on a bin of chocolate-covered peanuts: warning, may contain peanuts. Of course, if this isn't a case of redundancy, it does make me worry about what other chocolate-covered peanuts are made from. Are they like grocery store hotdogs, where some weiners might actually contain meat? Have all the chocolate-covered peanuts I've been eating up until now been Soilent Nuts?
posted by Phillip at 2:31 PM
