Thursday, April 14, 2005
High Five (Blog the Catskills)
Roxanne, damn her, has sent another one of these damn blog things my way.
Here's the five:
There you go. The gods are appeased. Next in line:
Corndog! You just finished the book thingy, so you're in a meme state of mind. This'll be a cakewalk.
Norbizness! I choose you!
And, uh... Glenn Reynolds. That'll show the smug bastard. |
Behold, the Caesar’s Bath meme! List five things that people in your circle of friends or peer group are wild about, but you can’t really understand the fuss over. To use the words of Caesar (from History of the World Part I), "Nice. Nice. Not thrilling . . . but nice."
Here's the five:
- Jeans with pumps. Old lady pumps. This one may not count, because I can't actually think of any of my personal friends who do it, but every other girl in New York is rocking this hideous and wrong-headed look. Here's an example. Old lady pumps are fine; you want to claim them for the young and hip, be my guest. But poking out from under young lady jeans, they just look stupid.
- A trash tv affinity that no longer makes any claims on irony. This is big right now. Particularly popular: The O.C. Some have tried to convince me that it's intentionally bad (as if that means anything anymore) -- but I know camp when I see it, and brother, that ain't camp.
- Radiohead and their ilk. Who knew it was possible to start your musical career as a U2 knock-off, and then became even more insufferable. And don't get me started on their Muzak-for-hipsters buddies, Seeger Ross (refusal to spell artists' name correctly copyright Great Pop Things).
- Podcasting. I may not really know what it is, but I do know that it's useless.
- iPods. If every moment you spend out of your room you feel the need to process only self-selected aural input, I think you're reverting to adolescence (I know I'm not the only one who stalked the halls of high school listening to music that no one else would understand, man, just to get through the day). If you want something to distract you while waiting for the subway, read a book or scrawl funny graffiti. And it's just a damn walkman! Everyone who has one might as well be wearing a giant sign that says "market to me!"
There you go. The gods are appeased. Next in line:
Corndog! You just finished the book thingy, so you're in a meme state of mind. This'll be a cakewalk.
Norbizness! I choose you!
And, uh... Glenn Reynolds. That'll show the smug bastard. |
