Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Lack Of Action

Yep, I've been noticing a lack of action here too. And I humbly apologize, but life is hectic right now. I'll eventually get back to some semi-regular posts awash in nostalgia and current day angst, but for now: how about a band from Georgia I like:

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Paris in the klink and other random things

I will cop to doing one great Paris Hilton imitation: I find something completely inane and say with a falsetto voice, "That's hot" and the room explodes with laughter. Well, I made up that last part. And while I did watch some of the first season of The Simple Life; it's not like I go out of my way for Paris Hilton info. Lately such info has been everywhere. It's in the air you breathe and that air is downright poisonous. My workplace was filled with people chortling over the heiress crying in the back of the squad car when she went back to jail. And as usual I was living out a Minor Threat song. I was "Out Of Step" with the world again because I actually felt pity for Paris. Sure she's a billionaire whose ego surely needed deflating, but c'mon...releasing someone from jail and then hauling them back a day later is uncool.

Other random things:

I never (gasp) watched The Sopranos. But the buzz from the series has penetrated my subconscious - Last night I dreamed me and the wife had to eliminate a couple of gangsters. We got into an argument about whether we should bury them or chop them up.

Our son Liam doesn't talk much at the age of 2. His sisters were chatterboxes by then. But last night at the dinner table after Emily made a rude noise Liam looked at me, grinned, and said "Daddy, Emmy pooted." So he can talk if somebody farts at the table.

So I didn't see the end of The Sopranos; I did see the finale of Ned's Declassified which was one of the most consistently entertaining kid's shows around. You gotta love a show where we're told they all lived happily ever after.

The Dangers Of Being A Critic

In my in box this morning: a comment on an ancient review I wrote for Blogcritics about a band called Ninja Gun. The main man, Jonathan Coody, of the band lobbed this grenade at me:

I don't mean to be the guy who gets a bad review and lashes out at the douchebag who served it up, but here goes...I'm sure your failed attempt at "success" in rock'n'roll could have been the catalyst for your bile, but I think it's kind of pathetic for a hack/failure like yourself who really has nothing to say to write some review to probably impress a small group of nerdy hack friends. If you came to our show looking for a bunch of illiterate punks in cowboy boots trying to pimp out some form of fashion, then I'm sure you were both confused and let down. You see, people of your ilk can only comprehend superficiality. Originality is most likely lost on you. If it wasn't, you would be contributing something to culture by creating. Unfortunately for you, those who can't Oh yeah, Nashville sucks. I would get my lame family and get out of there as soon as possible if I were you. Here's a news flash doesn't live there. Never has.

This is the kind of stuff you get to live with if you dare to voice an opinion. And honestly; I find it incredibly funny.