and here's to you, Mr. Patterson
July 28, 2001, 12:58 am When I was making the decision to move to Louisville, one of the pros was that I'd be close to shows, especially Krazy Fest. It's funny, I went to the first one in 1998, when I was living in Elizabethtown, but haven't been to one since (even when I lived in the same fucking city!). The thing is, I'm just not that interested in it. I'm not really krazy (with a k) about any of the bands playing. If The Get Up Kids or Sunny Day Real Estate (despite their broken-up-ness) or The Promise Ring or Jimmy Eat World were playing, I'd be all about it and go. If I go, it'll be on Sunday (unofficially "emo day") and I'd probably only be going to see if a particular girl is there...While thinking about this whole KrazyFest issue, I went to their website to see the bands that will be playing this weekend. I was clicking around and whatnot when I saw the Past Events section that has pictures. I looked at the pictures from 1998, when I discovered Holy Shit! There's a picture of me rockin' out to the Enkindels.
I'm in the bottom right corner with a black shirt on and black, greasy hair.
Everyone at work except me and The Boss went to eat at India Hut. I'm not all that big on indian food, especially when I could get something I really like for multiple dollars less. So I went to the Penn Station on the Bardstown Rd and that girl was there. The cute one that shaved her head once, but now wears her hair really short. I order the usual: {small, medium} cheesebread with pizza sauce, a "soda", for here, my name is "John" (they write "John" even if I tell them my name is Jonathan). Exactly like that. Perfectly formulated so that there is as little interaction as possible. I get incredibly pissed when the older lady is working the register because she wants to talk to me all freakin' day. She constantly interrupts me when I'm giving my order to ask, Do you want a drink? And I'm thinking, Well you annoying jerk, if you'd let me finish speaking, you would've heard me specify: a "soda".
After I gave my order, that girl turns around and says, Lemme guess: cheesebread with pizza sauce? What size? I smile when the cash-register-girl says, Small. Then that girl looks at me and asks, Are you a vegetarian? I humbly nod, not because I'm ultra-humble, but because it's a girl and I'm all nervous and dumb. She probably thinks my name is "John". She sees the National Acrobat shirt I'm wearing and probably thinks I'm into metal or something. She probably thinks that I'm going to Krazy Fest. *sigh*
It's a similar situation to the potentially cute and very smart looking and sounding drive-through-teller-girl at my bank. I come there every-other-week to deposit my check and as I drive through, she always knows my name. Hi Jonathan. How's it going? I haven't even given her my check or told her my acccount number or anything... she knows my face. But the sucky thing is that there's no casual way for me to find out her name. They don't wear nametags, they don't have a nameplate sign in the window. I'd have to say something like, Hi, my name's Jonathan, but you already knew that. I think it's unfair that you know my name but I don't know yours. That's just way too bold for this boy.
I played Space Channel 5 for Dreamcast the other day. Man, it was really fun and cool and other good things. I anticipate that BestBuy will likely lower their price for this game to $9.99. That's what they did with Jet Grind Radio and Hydro Thunder; those games used to be $19.99 (like Space Channel 5 is). It creeps me out how cute Ulala (the character the user plays as) is. I just now realized that phonetic_converter("Ulala") == "Oooh la la". Wow, I sure can be incredibly dim.
I've been listening to Kid A and Amnesiac in my car for the past month or so and so today I was listening to the radio. Things I like about radio:
- sometimes you get a wide variety of music
- being reminded of songs that I used to like when I was a kid (aka 80's music)
- the abso-fucking-lutely amazing concept (we're so fucking cool WE SEND EACH OTHER MUSIC AND VIDEO THROUGH THE FUCKING AIR!!! AND THEN OTHER PEOPLE USE "DEVICES" TO LISTEN TO MUSIC AND WATCH VIDEO THAT COMES FROM THE AIR!! How maniacal is that?!?)
- my dad used to be on the radio and I like thinking about that. he has a nice voice that would be neat to hear. Sometimes I dream about traveling "back in time" (just like that movie with Chrisopher Llyod) and hearing my dad on the radio.)
Things I don't like about radio:
- all "radio personalities" are dumb
- 100.5 (MHz) The Fox (sucks)
- extremely long commercials
- extremely annoying radio station jingles
- the fact that talking about the radio has cause me to make an unordered list with very long list item tags!
Back to the story... I was listening to this "oldies" station and they played Mrs. Robinson by the Simon and the Garfunkel. Man, I don't think people appreciate Simon and Garfunkel enough for the courage they displayed at writing a song where a significant portion of the vocals consist of "hey hey hey" and "woo woo woo". I mean, that's awesome. But I didn't know the words so I had to make up some of my own:
burn off my face, Mr. Patterson
Thank you for all the rock 'n' roll
hey hey hey
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