Monday, May 2, 2005

My mom thinks you're lame

  • Last night, the girl with no title, Vanessa (is she my brother's girlfriend? His concubine?) scored points with me by using an obscure reference to Corey "I Wear My Sunglasses at Night" Hart, and, not surprisingly, my mother was befuddled.
    "Oh, I should really do more to keep up with modern artists," she said.* "You know, I tried listening to that radio station -- they say they're current in the name. Surely that can't be current music, though. I can't imagine young people wanting to listen to that. It makes me sleepy."
    You hear that, hipsters? My mom thinks you're lame.

  • Actual ridiculous language music in pop music: "Girl, I been knowin' you since we was 10."

  • Another reason my wife and I are going to Fargo in two weeks.

  • My worker pod at the headquarters of my benevolent employer is located right next to a window, and the headquarters of my benevolent employer are located beneath the flight path for Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport. As such, I am able to monitor the incoming traffic. I realized today that perhaps I monitor it a bit much. At 9:57 a.m. today I found myself thinking: "That big long plane (probably an international flight) that comes by every day is late today."
    I'm a dork.

    *Side note to this story. Many, many, many years ago, my mother brought home Corey Hart's "Boy in the Box" album (in actual vinyl form) from the library because it was listed as popular music and she thought I would like it. For some reason we never returned the album and it still sits on a shelf in my parents' basement.
  • 2 comments:

    Astrid said...

    That's it, your blog is too funny, so I've made an official link from my blog to yours! Let the traffic jams arise!

    OldHorsetailSnake said...

    You're going to Fargo to get pot? Or pizza? Neither will help you run fast. Stick to steroids.