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Where the Dirty Hipsters Are. It’s like Where the Wild Things are… but with hipsters. Which is kinda like Where the Wild Things Are. Let’s be honest, that movie is total hipster. Spike Jonze? Hipster. Karen O? Queen of the Hipsters. This parody is very meta. Which is pretty hipster of me to point out. Which is why I always say, ‘The only people who hate hipsters are probably hipsters.’ Yea, I quoted myself. Where are my white sunglasses and silly pants?
Oh, I did like Where the Wild Things Are. I didn’t think it went anywhere or did anything or really inspired me too much (which is what I was hoping for) but it was fun to watch and I did like the kid playing Max. AAAaaanyways, let the wild rumpus start. Or something.
Fall. Best season. By far. The woods turn color. Night rolls in a little earlier, giving space for all the ghoulish things that have been hibernating all summer. Mystery comes back into the world as we watch our breath curl out into the night. I love this season. My friend gave me an earful of Dead Man’s Bones over the weekend. I think it’s pretty great.
Had a great birthday. And then, how long will this song be stuck in my head? Probably forever.
Happy Friday. Go outside.
It does not necessarily follow that the aged have any wisdom, but generally…anyways something occurred to me.
Have you ever heard someone say, “If I had to do it over, I’d do it all the same?” I’ve heard it and I think these people are either not thinking about what they’re saying or they’re absolutely nuts. If I were given the chance to do it again, I’d do EVERYTHING different. Not because I regret anything, I just don’t see the point in doing the same thing twice. Especially with my life! Who said that first? They should be hit in the mouth for yolking us with that terrible overly romantic and non-sensical idea. For instance- I would skip EVERYDAY of Junior High. Know why? Because. I could. Plus, I don’t think I retained anything from those years.
Also, having no regrets. Who has no regrets? Raise your hand. You’re a dick. Have you never made a mistake or do you just refuse to admit you’re wrong? Regrets aren’t bad. It means you’re paying attention and maybe at some point you did something that, well wasn’t the BEST choice. Like, oooo, shouldn’t have eaten the deviled eggs at the community picnic. Next time I won’t. Or, I wish I hadn’t said that. If you never regret anything that leads me to think that you think you’re infallible and guess what? You’re not and if you wouldn’t like to try life over as, say, as a mountain goat I feel like you might be lacking some imagination.
And you should listen to me. Today I am old.
The new trend in Birthday Cards is to confuse whoever you’re sending it to. It’s my Birthday today and I’m loving the attention. But why is it birthday cards come in two varieties, schmaltzy and mean?
I got one that’s like, hey you get money- psyche! The dog ate it. Then I got another one that was like, hey open me- psyche! you can’t open this card. Arg!! Now, it’s not like you actually fall for it, b/c well once you pass the age of two you’re not so easy to fool (or so my parents used to tell me). But, it still burns a bit. I’m getting old. I get it. Stop trying to test whether I’m going senile.
Anyways, Happy Birthday to such geniuses as F. Scott Fitzgerald, Jim Henson, Phil Hartman, Jody Abbott and also me.
Ah! Why is there hair growing there?
Okay, I bought my girlfriend’s ticket too, but I still stand by that statement. Actually, I awkwardly dance in a crowded room where lots of other people stand by that statement.
But you know what? The opening act was, was, was… just astounding. Wildbirds and Peacedrums are amazing. Two piece. Voice. Percussion. What else do you need? Apparently not too much else, if you sing with one of those husky, sexy voices and you play the drums like you have eight pairs of testicles. Whoa. I tried to video a little on my phone but it came out like toilet, so here’s a video off youtube. It’s really not as cool as them live.
Not that I didn’t like Fanfarlo. They were awesome too. I just like a surprise.
Are those tears of joy or sadness welling up in your eyes? Or is that some sort of autonomic response brought about by years of evolution to protect your brain from the site of the absolutely absurd?
Figure on that, then go check out People of Walmart if you ain’t been there yet. Yes, another one of those wonderful blogs aggregating all the reasons I’ve lost faith in Democracy.
Where’d that wonderful title for this post come from? It’s a Country Song. Other songs of note?
-I Got In At 2 With A 10 And Woke Up At 10 With A 2
-I Fell In A Pile Of You And Got Love All Over Me
-Get Your Tongue Outta My Mouth ‘Cause I’m Kissing You Goodbye
-At the Gas Station of Love, I Got the Self Service Pump
This doesn’t really count as Americana, right? Or does it?