Ummm...seriously?
Can most people play instruments? I am going to go ahead and tell you right now, internet, that I have absolutely NO musical ability. I can identify songs by the first two notes. I can recognize the screech of Axl Rose from 15.3 miles away. I once even tugged on Damian Marley's dreadlocks with both hands and he didn't kill me. But I couldn't play the triangle to save my life.
So, I thought, "Well, hell, how the hell is someone as inept as me supposed to answer this question?" But then I realized..."I CAN PLAY THE KAZOO!" And I don't care what you say, internet, the kazoo is a musical instrument. It makes melodies. And I can play it.
Which brought me to my choice of song.
Enjoy!
Showing posts with label the 90's. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the 90's. Show all posts
11.16.2010
Conversation with a Coworker
Her: Wacko, Texas??
Me: It's Waco.
Her: Oh. How do you know that?
Me: You don't know about Waco, TX?
Her: No. Why? What happened?
Me: What year were you born?
Her: 1990.
Me: Excuse me. I have to go kill myself.
Waco happened in 1993. Fuuuuuuuuuck.
3.25.2010
Smells like...Emo?
Sometimes, Internet, I really wish it was, like, 1994. Remember 1994? (If you don't, get out. You are too young to read this blog. Your mother will kill you.)
In 1994, if you were sad and wore plaid, you were normal. Now? If you are sad, you are emo, and while I am really not sure if that is good or not, it means you dress really...badly...and if you wear plaid, you are trendy (read: slutty, because everything that is plaid now, is really short and frightening and this is not how we did it...You...ummmm...no.)
I liked 1994. I did. If you looked sad, you were cool. And even if you weren't sad, you tried to look as if you were because then you could walk around the 8th grade hallways and no one would fuck with you. But now? There is no Nirvana. You can't get away with the cute sad. The thing is, if you weren't sad in 1994 when it WAS cute, right? And you are sad in 2010 when it isn't cute...what the hell do you do? Now it is called "Emo" evidently...what is that? What IS that?!
I miss 1994. When people screamed about things that mattered. Like, deodorant and daddy issues.
In 1994, if you were sad and wore plaid, you were normal. Now? If you are sad, you are emo, and while I am really not sure if that is good or not, it means you dress really...badly...and if you wear plaid, you are trendy (read: slutty, because everything that is plaid now, is really short and frightening and this is not how we did it...You...ummmm...no.)
I liked 1994. I did. If you looked sad, you were cool. And even if you weren't sad, you tried to look as if you were because then you could walk around the 8th grade hallways and no one would fuck with you. But now? There is no Nirvana. You can't get away with the cute sad. The thing is, if you weren't sad in 1994 when it WAS cute, right? And you are sad in 2010 when it isn't cute...what the hell do you do? Now it is called "Emo" evidently...what is that? What IS that?!
I miss 1994. When people screamed about things that mattered. Like, deodorant and daddy issues.
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