Monday, November 19, 2001

Zook INcandenZA

Go away, make me miss this some more.

Let's talk about that new Pink song, "I'm Coming Out". That's good stuff. We were talking at work yesterday about how good that song is, and we decided that as a collective (we being the royal we) that we are going to buy the CD, or at least tape the song from the Radio. Probably tape it.

I've never busted a malt.

Actual scene at Deadpan Alley Records yesterday:
Girl A (19ish, dressed Gap-esque, probably in a higher end sorority): Oooh. The new dismemberment plan. (pauses, files through the G's). Oooooh. I love the get up kids. (long pause, accentuated by a sigh of Molly Ringwald in Sixteen Candles proportions. Picks up the new hey mercedes record and puts it to her chest, as if hugging a long lost love). Oooooooh. Bob Nanna.

Well played.

Next five people who would fall off the face of the earth in a perfect world: Mancow the shock Jock ( for Christine ); the guy from a tobacco company who compared people's addiction to smoking to the extreme pleasure he receives from eating gummy bears (I shit you knot, his exact words "I mean, I love the little things. I can't stay away from them. But I'm not addicted to them, it's just a habit"); the 35 year old from the backstreet boys; Gwyneth Paltrow; and (of course) your choice.

in the stereo: Ben Davis

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