My day has been ruined and a new mid-life crisis has been prematurely entered. I was stretching my legs while walking at work. Kind of rocking the Frankenstein walk to clear my knees out a little and stretch the hammies. This guy asks why I’m limping and I joked that I was getting old. The reply? “Old? Come on. You’re only, what, mid thirties?” I searched his face for a hint of joking. He wasn’t. I protested his assessment. “Mid-thirties!? Are you kidding?” His response was “32? 31?”
After I get off work I’m buying a box of Just For Men, and scheduling a face lift.
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How the heck did we do that? The latest version of “Get unfat” starts tomorrow. I was working out in the garage a little bit ago and finally got around to fixing my bike*. To make sure it was fixed I decided to take it once around the block. Now I’m sitting here huffing like an emphysemic. Granted we live on a rather steep and long hill, but still, it was a wake up call. Catching up to 30 soon. Don’t have a lot of time left in this (relatively young) body to get it in shape before everything starts going downhill.
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This just made my day. This guy is my hero. Rock on, dude.
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No, seriously. It’s true. Back in a millennium gone by, they were actually decent. It wasn’t until the arrival of Fergie that they began to truly suck. “Fergie is the shark that the Black Eyed Peas jumped” – Cameron Strang. While the lyrics would never be mistaken for having been written by KRS1, the overall flow was still true to original hip-hop with some R&B elements. After the introduction of Fergie, they turned into a second rate backing band for what is essentially her solo act.
The Black Eyed Peas have officially written the worst song ever.
Garbage. Now contrast that with this, from 1998.
Now again, the lyrics aren’t going to win any awards, but there was a heck of a lot more meat to it than the current drivel spilling from their mouths.
“Yea” rhymes with way, say, play, tray, and hay.
That is all.
Called Sarpy County Sheriff’s department to find out what was going on with hiring. “If you haven’t gotten anything from us by now, we’re not lookin’ at you.”
Two down. One more rejection to go.
Okay, so the feedback on the green was split at best, so we’re back in black.
So I was helping this customer figure out how to install themes for his WordPress blog. He liked this one but it was broken when he uploaded and activated it. To see if whether his WP installation was borked or if the theme was bogus I tossed it up here real quick. After the call I went back to the blog and it hit me. “That’s kinda hot….” So, I guess we have a new theme, at least for now. Hit me up with the comments and let me know what you think. Yep, all three of you.
I really never intended for this to be a “Hay, guise, check out this youtube video!” / musical review blog, but that’s the way it’s gone lately. Sorry. Music is a huge part of who/how I am so I can justify it that way, I guess.
Today, I present you with something that makes no sense. I really don’t like techno/house/electronica/whateverthey’recallingithesedays. I don’t get the people who pee their pants over it. I think, as a whole, it’s ridiculously overhyped and overvalued.
I *love* Daft Punk. I just can’t get enough. This also makes no sense. There’s practically nothing original about the music. It’s mostly recycled riffs from obscure songs from the 70s and 80s with new drums, bass, and synth dubbed in. The “lyrics” are minimal. Heck, in one song there’s only three words that repeat throughout the track. By my usual standards, it’s absurd. It’s dumb, yet… I love it. There’s just something about what these two weird French guys in robot costumes put out that makes me smile and bob my head. I’ve always though people going to see Moby or other DJs live was about the dumbest thing since Carrot Top, but I would have killed to have been at this show:
Better, Harder, Faster Stronger / Around The World Mixup.