I found this list the other day. one that I made before christmas. something I was going to post, but didn't. when I wrote it i was feeling down. in a rut. the rut likes to cycle through every month or so; sometimes it's deeper, sometimes shallower, always makes me eat a shit-ton of cookies. i find my self making more lists like these as I get older. it's mostly boring thoughts I am forced to contemplate:
-do I buy the cream throw rug or the brown? cream or brown?
-how much life insurance should I carry now that I am married?
-need to research rechargeable battery kits to buy for husband for x-mas (and he got one..)
-why do I constantly reorganize the bedroom furniture in my mind? this compulsiveness needs to stop.
-wondering how hard it's going to be to clean that cat puke off the carpet that I found this morning and didn't have time to deal with.
02 March 2008
07 February 2008
Brought home by Bateman
I fell in love with Jason Bateman in Juno. He made it okay for me to listen to grunge rock again. the mere five seconds of hearing him and Ellen Page jam out 'Doll Parts' was awesome.
I drifted away from grunge because I felt betrayed. Big music took the original sound of the early 90's west coast music scene and turned it into something for everyone (i.e. Candlebox or Better Than Ezra). I identified with the heartache embodied in grunge rock. I felt it in my teenage soul. Seeing middle-aged people 'bop' to some toned-down version of Smells Like Teen Spirit pissed.me. off. And when the king fell, I moved on.
Really, I should thank big music. What they did to grunge rock opened my eyes to how flush old white dudes rule the world. Without it, I may not have become the music listener I am today. I may never have quit listening to that brain-washing-junk on the radio. Not accepting cookie-cutter music made me a braver person. Someone willing to take chances, and not just with music.
After a decade-plus of following my own path, I am able to go back to grunge with new appreciation. I also have a deeper appreciation for Jason Bateman. His performance in Juno nearly wiped Teen Wolf 2 from my memory.. Almost.
I drifted away from grunge because I felt betrayed. Big music took the original sound of the early 90's west coast music scene and turned it into something for everyone (i.e. Candlebox or Better Than Ezra). I identified with the heartache embodied in grunge rock. I felt it in my teenage soul. Seeing middle-aged people 'bop' to some toned-down version of Smells Like Teen Spirit pissed.me. off. And when the king fell, I moved on.
Really, I should thank big music. What they did to grunge rock opened my eyes to how flush old white dudes rule the world. Without it, I may not have become the music listener I am today. I may never have quit listening to that brain-washing-junk on the radio. Not accepting cookie-cutter music made me a braver person. Someone willing to take chances, and not just with music.
After a decade-plus of following my own path, I am able to go back to grunge with new appreciation. I also have a deeper appreciation for Jason Bateman. His performance in Juno nearly wiped Teen Wolf 2 from my memory.. Almost.
02 February 2008
home of the real 'wing'
'buffalo wild wings: fun for kids and mom can get a drink'. When did it become acceptable to take your kids to the bar? BWW = bar. with fast food and games for kids. I guess most of the chain restaurants also serve drinks and have the bar area, BWW just seems so blatant. and I find it odd that parents find it an acceptable dinner locale.
I remember when it was called BW3. Dropping the 'weck' from the name makes it okay for family's. or something like that.
I remember when it was called BW3. Dropping the 'weck' from the name makes it okay for family's. or something like that.
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