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Things We Can All Do Without, Part 2: The Plain White T’s

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Dear Plain White T’s,

My son has very cool tastes in music. He’s five years old and he likes Johnny Cash, Weezer, The Avett Broth­ers, The Pix­ies and other hardly-ever-on-the-charts bands. He doesn’t like girl singers, just boy singers, but the boy singers he likes by and large are pretty awe­some and I’m proud to say that, yes, my son knows the words to Cash’s “Sea of Heart­break” and The Avett Broth­ers “Die Die Die”.

My wife on the other hand does not always lis­ten to cool music. She grav­i­tates towards the ‘mix’ sta­tions, and that’s where our trou­ble starts.

If you ever lis­ten to any of these ‘mix’ sta­tions you’ll real­ize that they are pretty much easy lis­ten­ing for 30 year olds. Songs you used to shake your fist in the air to, like Bon Jovi, or piano bal­lads from Elton John, or the offi­cial band of the ‘mix’ sta­tion, The Fray. These songs were once cool, long ago, and now are not, but these ‘mix’ sta­tions con­tinue to pump out these songs every hour so peo­ple lis­ten­ing in office build­ings can hum along to some­thing and hope­fully, god will­ing, get them through the day.

Sev­eral months ago one of the big songs on these ‘mix’ sta­tions was “Hey There Delilah”, a sappy syrupy love song writ­ten, I guess, to the singer’s girl­friend. The song is pretty lame, but for some rea­son my son, who has very cool tastes in music, loves it.

Plain White T’s! Grum­ble grum­ble grumble.

Where did you emo wannabe’s come from? Will you ever leave us? Prob­a­bly not, now that you have some other crummy song called “1, 2, 3, 4″ on the radio, on that ‘mix’ sta­tion that my wife lis­tens to and my son hears as my wife dri­ves him around Dal­las. Why can’t my wife lis­ten to some­thing awe­some like Hüsker Dü or Wilco or Grandaddy or some­thing like that? Isn’t there a law against music like this? Aren’t we clos­ing the prison at Guan­tanamo Bay because of peo­ple like The Plain White T’s?

Maybe we should water­board The Plain White T’s. That would be satisfying.

I’m Having a Hard Time Not Saying “Frak” Anymore

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When the new Bat­tlestar Galac­tica came on the air sev­eral years ago one of the fun fan­boy things to say was “frak”, which was the Colonial’s way of say­ing The F Word. You could say it and it was like an in-joke and also it didn’t really mean any­thing, so you could say it in front of your kids (like I did) or other in-the-know nerds.

And now that show is over. Com­pletely over. And I can’t stop say­ing “frak”.

I’ll say it in front of Kim1 my par­ents, peo­ple I don’t even know, and I can’t stop say­ing it. I am a junkie for “frak”.

Lords of Kobol, hear my prayer, and, for frak’s sake, help me stop say­ing “frak”. Pretty please?

  1. I’ll say it in the car when the kids are around and she rolls her eyes every time and then chas­tises me. []

Things We Can All Do Without, Part 1 : Cute Colorful Expensive Rain Boots

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Dear Cute Col­or­ful Expen­sive Rain Boots,

Why are you a fash­ion trend? Who thought that tak­ing a pair of $2 rub­ber rain boots and adding col­or­ful paint was a good idea? Who­ever it was has made a lot of money off of all of the moms at my oldest’s school. Doing the min­i­mal amount of research for this post, I saw that Neiman Mar­cus sells a pair of rain boots for $225.00. They’re the Burberry Check Rain Boot, and I’m sure that Mr. Burberry will be laugh­ing the whole way to the bank as some silly woman drops down her AmEx Tita­nium card for a pair of them.

I once bought a pair of util­i­tar­ian, black rub­ber ones for walk­ing around the muddy lot that my house was being built on after destroy­ing a pair of ten­nis shoes. I got them from Wal-Mart and they were worth every penny of the $8 that I spent on them 3 years ago. I still have them. Maybe I’ll wear them to school some­time to try to fit in with the trendy ladies. Then again, I’m not a lady, so they might take it as a slight or an insult that I’m wear­ing rain boots minus col­or­ful paint­ing emblazened on them.

Do we really need things like these? And why do peo­ple feel that they have to spend tons of money on some­thing like this? It’s a free coun­try, I know, but come on, people.

A Post About How ‘Lost’ Does This Stupid Repetitive Dialogue Cliche

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I love ‘Lost’. This cur­rent sea­son is so great I would marry it if I wasn’t already married.

But I’ve noticed that ‘Lost’, which is prob­a­bly one of the best shows cur­rently on tele­vi­sion, keeps doing this stu­pid stu­pid dia­logue con­ven­tion over and over and over until you could make a drink­ing game out of it. Maybe you haven’t noticed it, but that’s my job, to notice the mun­dane and pointless.

It goes like this — two peo­ple are going some­where on the island, doesn’t mat­ter where, but they are alone, walk­ing, or eat­ing some­thing, or lis­ten­ing to a record, and one of them will sud­denly say a seem­ing non sequitor, the other will be con­fused, reply, “What?” or some­thing like that, and the other per­son will explain. In an episode a cou­ple of weeks ago they did it not once but three times in one episode. Like I said, you could have a drink­ing game.

So this is the way I would write it if I were writ­ing the show -

Locke and Sawyer are trudg­ing through the jun­gle, not a care in the world about Oth­ers or Smokey or Chris­t­ian pop­ping out or any­thing, just trudg­ing through the jun­gle. They haven’t spo­ken in some time.

LOCKE — “Five.“
SAWYER — Looks around con­fused, focus­ing on LOCKE. “What’d you say?“
LOCKE — “Five. I said five, James.“
SAWYER — Still con­fused. “…Five what?“
LOCKE — Now con­fused too. “…Uh…you know, about what you said ear­lier. There are five. Five.“
SAWYER — Now look­ing peeved. “I have no idea what you’re talk­ing about.“
LOCKE — Spread­ing his hands, ever the teacher. “About…2 hours ago we were talk­ing about…you know, that thing we were talking…about.“
SAWYER — “John, I have no idea what you’re talk­ing about. I don’t know what “five” means.“
LOCKE — Now very con­fused. “You don’t?“
SAWYER — “…No.“
There is a long silence as Locke looks at Sawyer. He is very con­fused now, to say the least, and try­ing to fig­ure out what “five” refers to.
LOCKE — “Hmm…I don’t know what “five” means either.“
Sawyer smirks. “Nice one.” He begins trudg­ing again.
Locke stands in the jun­gle, then fol­lows Sawyer. “I’ll think of what it means in a minute!“
SAWYER — “Sure you will, Sherlock.”

He heads off into the jun­gle. Locke quizzi­cally follows.

It would be funny. And then maybe the ‘Lost’ writ­ers wouldn’t do it anymore.