Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Forget-Me-Nots
I do have stuff to transcribe and share, stuff so valuable and important that it pains me, metaphorically, not to get into it with you right here and now. But as trenchant as my rants about words or laundry or that dude with the little cup may be, I am instead going to disabuse myself of the following pieces of intellectual flotsam. Use a q-tip after reading. IN YOUR EYE.
1) Why am I getting multiple advisories for oldies tribute shows 400 miles from my home? It’s one thing to get invited to “Tribute to The King” Elvis-wannabe concerts. I suppose there’s an assumption that EVERYBODY loves Elvis, perhaps even in a physical way. I’m a bit nonplussed, though, by the notices I get for Neil Diamond tribute shows. Is he even dead yet? Is there something about my pants that implies to Messers. Gugle et al at Omniscience Incorporated ("We’ve Got Your Number") that I’m itching to get down with the rockabilly rehashes and mid-century boogies of (but not *by*) two of America’s most imitated performers, imitated yet again for my self-deception pleasure? (The thing that makes these shows different: They’re in Thousand Oaks. You know what that means - Oxnard adjacent! And you know what’s adjacent to an ox’s nards. Let’s roll that video.)
2) I am not interested in the rehash boogie. I like the new boogie. In particular, and currently, I mean the new Goldfish boogie. I’d love to link via a screencapture photo but that’s not possible for me in the here and now. Instead, satisfy yourself with this. I discovered it on Channel Frederator (via TiVo’s on-line updates options) and since then we’ve been playing it a lot lately. Some days it’s the main reason we have the internet. I mean, other than the obvious. And a nod’s as good as a wink to a blind bat. Nudge nudge.
3) Roshambo, or Rock-Paper-Scissors, actually has a two-century heritage going back to the Revolutionary War. I’d be happy to expound all over this subject but I’d be depriving you the joy of discovery, so surf it yourself, sucker. I’m just here to let you know that when you and 100 other like-minded vacillators need to make a decision, now you have the option of playing Roshambo 101. Let me know how that turns out for you.
This has been another episode of “Now I’d Better Get the Hell Back to Work.” More later, but maybe I’ve already lost you.
