I have been a Cheap Trick fan since I was about ten years old. Unlike Kiss, I can still listen to these gents without a trace of guilt. Unfortunately, I was pretty disappointed in the last couple of albums and I hate to say that about one of my all-time favorite bands. However, if the rest of The Latest has the energy of this tune...
I think I will have to change my pants.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Is it that time of year already?
An odd thing happens about this time each year.
When we acquire new equipment at the workplace, it has a tendency to come in styrofoam packing material (a rare example of packaging that doesn't suck!!). Rather than instantly plug up a landfill with the styrofoam and environmentally-hostile crapola, some social deviant (no names, please) commandeers the art gallery that is vacated for the summer and puts on an impromptu art show...until the real art folks come over and remove these masterpieces and put up some inferior crap in its place.
The first year was the best, because so many people walked by and didn't know what to make of it. They would stop and cautiously poke at it to confirm that it was indeed styrofoam. This was usually followed by a puzzled expression before they walked off in a complete state of bamboozledness (patent pending). I have to wonder how many of them thought that it was an actual work of art and not some kind of performance art/bad comedy.
Perhaps the best part is when the art department show up to put student work on display and throw away the styrofoam works of subgenius. What they may not realize is that my "artwork" will outlive their art in the landfill, so in the end, I win.
This year, I gave it a little credibility by titling each work and printing up name tags. Of course, these works are for sale to anyone with a keen eye for art and a large amount of ca$h that they're willing to share. We'll see how long the show lasts before the art cops show up.
When we acquire new equipment at the workplace, it has a tendency to come in styrofoam packing material (a rare example of packaging that doesn't suck!!). Rather than instantly plug up a landfill with the styrofoam and environmentally-hostile crapola, some social deviant (no names, please) commandeers the art gallery that is vacated for the summer and puts on an impromptu art show...until the real art folks come over and remove these masterpieces and put up some inferior crap in its place.
The first year was the best, because so many people walked by and didn't know what to make of it. They would stop and cautiously poke at it to confirm that it was indeed styrofoam. This was usually followed by a puzzled expression before they walked off in a complete state of bamboozledness (patent pending). I have to wonder how many of them thought that it was an actual work of art and not some kind of performance art/bad comedy.
Perhaps the best part is when the art department show up to put student work on display and throw away the styrofoam works of subgenius. What they may not realize is that my "artwork" will outlive their art in the landfill, so in the end, I win.
This year, I gave it a little credibility by titling each work and printing up name tags. Of course, these works are for sale to anyone with a keen eye for art and a large amount of ca$h that they're willing to share. We'll see how long the show lasts before the art cops show up.
"When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro" --Hunter S. Thompson
Saturday, May 09, 2009
On Today's Hit Parade
It's growing harder and harder for me to post here, folks. Sorry, but I guess my interest waned, waxed and went to Halifax.
What you may not know is that I sat down several times and actually typed up shit, saved it, only later to decide to just not post it at all. I typed up a fine Mr. Bloggerific Himself-styled post this very morning, about 99% complete, edits and all...and just chose not to post it. Not sure what it's about completely, maybe I'm just being selfish in my old age.
Completely unrelated to the above, and unrelated to that "unpost"...the last few days I've held some strange conversations with people. That's not new for me, at all, but looking back they seemed oddly connected, like there was a message I'm supposed to be getting and I'm just. Not. Getting it. One of these conversations I had with somebody close to me, shot me ahead to a future I know is coming, but not planning for. I could give you every word of the conversation and it wouldn't likely indicate anything out of the ordinary to you, but it wasn't the wording, it was the feeling of powerlessness I got from it. If that's not odd enough, I was somehow also feeling "I know it's coming, I know I can't change it, so while it won't be fun, I'm about as ready for it as I'll ever be." Not that I'm trying to hurry that along by any means, but more of "go away powerlessness, don't bother me".
So, um, there you go. Some out-and-out WTF brought to you by Your Packaging Sucks!!
Black Joe Lewis and the Honeybears, play us out, won't you:
(good vid, but embedding disabled on this one)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6UOJUbiWC5M
(good song, but bad vid on this embedding enabled one, go figure)
What you may not know is that I sat down several times and actually typed up shit, saved it, only later to decide to just not post it at all. I typed up a fine Mr. Bloggerific Himself-styled post this very morning, about 99% complete, edits and all...and just chose not to post it. Not sure what it's about completely, maybe I'm just being selfish in my old age.
Completely unrelated to the above, and unrelated to that "unpost"...the last few days I've held some strange conversations with people. That's not new for me, at all, but looking back they seemed oddly connected, like there was a message I'm supposed to be getting and I'm just. Not. Getting it. One of these conversations I had with somebody close to me, shot me ahead to a future I know is coming, but not planning for. I could give you every word of the conversation and it wouldn't likely indicate anything out of the ordinary to you, but it wasn't the wording, it was the feeling of powerlessness I got from it. If that's not odd enough, I was somehow also feeling "I know it's coming, I know I can't change it, so while it won't be fun, I'm about as ready for it as I'll ever be." Not that I'm trying to hurry that along by any means, but more of "go away powerlessness, don't bother me".
So, um, there you go. Some out-and-out WTF brought to you by Your Packaging Sucks!!
Black Joe Lewis and the Honeybears, play us out, won't you:
(good vid, but embedding disabled on this one)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6UOJUbiWC5M
(good song, but bad vid on this embedding enabled one, go figure)
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