I've updated the playlist on the MP3 player.

Been listening to Mr. Townshend's song Slit Skirts lately. Reminds me of the days when MTV showed videos. And we looked forward to the videos coming out as much as the albums coming out. Even if they were a little cheesy.

Labels: Borat, Lily Allen, MTV, music, Tom Waits

1. Matty B.: So, you all don't celebrate St. Patrick's Day?

Me: No, not really.

Matty B.: Because you're a Kven?

2. Me: I'm telling you, trailer in the country, lots of cats, and I'll sit on the front porch with a shotgun and keep the world at bay.

The missus: That's starting to sound good.

3. Me (an internal monologue): We could fly to London, take the train to Chester or Wolverhampton, catch an EPL match, then see the reunited Squeeze, all in one weekend. How much could that be?

[Mouse clicks, keyboard clicks, several "hmms" later]

$3,000 is a little steep for an adolescent obsession and a weekend. They better come to the States.

4. Pete: I tell people I'm 40 and they act surprised. Then I tell them I'm immature for my age and they agree.

5. The missus, upon Spencer appearing on the screen: I think I just threw up a little in the back of my mouth.

Labels: family, humor, Laguna Beach, LC, MTV, Shows I don't watch, Squeeze, Team Heidi, The Hills, travel, Weirdness

I'll bet you're wondering, "Why, Rob's sister just had a birthday and every year he puts up a photo of his sister and those beautiful nieces. Where's this one?"

No worries:



Cocktail hour for the girls: Kyra, Stacey, and Anabelle.

I honor the event in a mature manner:



I'll bet the girls will never let a guy come between them, unlike Heidi and LC. LC is totally right by the way and Heidi is the only one who can't see that Spencer is like completely playing her for a fool and coming all to all these other skanks.

Of course, now she sees because the show is on the air and I bet last night Heidi and LC were cruising the TMZ liquored up on wine coolers and looking for Spencer to John Wayne Bobbitt him.

Not that I watch The Hills. It was on when I was reading.

Labels: family, MTV, Shows I don't watch, Stacey, twin princesses

Worked out, 45 minutes on the elliptical, weights, yadayadayada. Music: Rancid, Allen Ginsberg reading America, Billy Joe Shaver, and Squeeze.

I am Mr. Eclectic.

I've decided that the next time American Idol has tryouts, I'm there. I'm going to be one of those crazy people who says they're the next idol and then sings like the Lion from Wizard of Oz. Except I'm going to sing David Courtney by Rancid. You can download the song here. You want to get in good with your boss? Play it real loud at work. It'll make everyone fear and respect you. Maybe just fear you.

So last night I'm reading À la recherche du temps perdu (yes, Proust in the original French, there's really no other way) when the missus puts on one of those gauche shows, Maui Fever.

I put down the book, I have to, the show is so loud. It's a stupid reality show about some stupid kids who live in Maui. Completely uninteresting, especially since I'd just watched it the other day. Well, it was on while I was doing stuff around the house.

Anyway, there's one character on there, Corbin, who I maintain is not a human being, but a genetically altered chimp. I guarantee you he'll be flinging fecal matter at the other cast members before the series is over.

Labels: Ginsberg, Maui Fever, MTV, Proust