Stoppage Time

What About Philly?
I was listening to a song by the Living Things this morning called “Bom-Bom-Bom.” It is a very cool song, but one thing really bothers me about it. Now, it’s not anything about the music, the band, or the singer. No, my beef is really a stupid one. During one part of the song, the lyrics go, “I said: No NYC, Los Angeles … No Saint Louis … no New Orleans.” I was miffed by these lyrics, because they did not include “Philly” in them. Why does this bother me so much? I’m sure nobody else cares that “Detroit,” or “Akron” wasn’t mentioned in the song, so why does it affect me so much? Is it because of the lack of sports championships that makes me feel this way? Maybe it’s because New York is like Philly’s big brother, getting all the accolades and acclaim, while Philly gets pushed into the background (sitting at the “little-city’s” table during holiday dinners). Maybe it’s me – maybe I’ve sniffed too much glue in the past, that trivial things like this bother me. I just wanted to hear your thoughts on this?

Another Thing That Annoys Me for Inexplicable Reasons:
Let me first apologize to friends and family who read this blog and have done this in the past – the best part about living in this country is that we can all basically decide on our own what is cool and what is not cool. One thing that I really find uncool is when fathers name their kids after themselves (such as John, John, Jr. and so on). Seriously, do you really have that big of an ego that you have to eliminate your son’s individuality by naming him the same name as you? You know, you could’ve just have given that honor to his middle name, you pompous egotistical jerks. Please, spare me the reasoning, I don’t want to hear it. Why don’t you just go name that tree in your front yard after yourself, and be done with it … phew, I feel better.

Seriously, You Pedestrians are Really Starting to Get on my Nerves:
Look, I have no problems with normal pedestrians – you know, the ones that follow the rules – cross when the light is green, walking a little more briskly across certain crosswalks – that sort of thing. But you other ones, the ones that think that the world is named after them, the ones who pretend that cars don’t even exist – you guys are assholes, and I debated about using that term because I know it gives assholes a bad name. C’mon, humor me – why not just place a mattress in the middle of the busy intersection and take a nap. You do realize that a lot of the traffic problems that you complain about on a regular basis are because of your ignorant slow ass that takes his/her time to cross the street, don’t you? Or are you oblivious to everything? Wow, now I REALLY feel better.

“Song I Can’t Seem To Stop Playing” of the Week:
Bones by the Killers. I bought their new cd, Sam’s Place this week, and while I’ll probably need to give it a few spins before I can give a fair assessment of it, I just can’t seem to stop playing the song Bones. It’s definitely more bubble-gum poppy, but the horns in the main chorus are so addicting – just this morning I listened to the song five times in a row. Download this from I-Tunes immediately.


Best Bargain of the Week:
I bought a 5+ whole beef tenderloin at $3.99 a pound, and the butcher even cut it for free! I’m not sure why I’m so happy about this. I can’t talk enough about great deals, especially when I partake in them. I’m such a grocery shopping whore.

Stupid Los Joke of the Week:
“That’s odd.” “Like the number three?” Ink said the first comment during one of our conversations (all of our conversations are odd), so I had to add the zinger in, because that’s just the way I am.

“The Quote That Basically Sums it all Up” of the Week:
“There’s good things about it, and there’s bad things about it. I choose to see the bad things about it today.” Ink, obviously in a bad mood.

“That’s What She Said” Quote of the Week:“
You have to keep your manhood in there.” If you read this, you probably are thinking to yourself, there is no way that the person who uttered this wasn’t talking about sex … Well, actually, B really wasn’t talking about “bumpin’ uglies” when he came up with this knee-slapper.