Check out my hot wheels. So nice to have a car again. It's a little silver Protege that drives pretty nice... not my trademark redmobile, but then choices are limited when your car's trade-in value tops out at 300 thanks to the power-steering rack broken by the mechanics! AAAARRGGHHHH! I'm ok. (see last month's "Nefarious Plot to Un-car Me!" segment for background) Anyway, when casting around for names for my new mobile I noticed that some combination of the license plate numbers and letters sounds like "Faruzdo". Informally however, while waiting for the perfect name to materialize, I kind of started calling the car Nellie-Belle. This has resulted in the rather awful name of Faruzdo Nellie-Belle, and NOW IT WON'T LEAVE. So there you have it, though I never really liked hyphenated names. Darn feminists.
Who craves a shopping binge mere weeks before Christmas? I do. That's who. Unlike my fondness for illegal music, my sometimes cementlike attachment to fun wrist cuffs (wristlets, if you will)and cute hats is not free and therefore potentially highly damaging to my bank account and thus overall standard of living. That sentence rocked. Just kidding about the illegal music. In other words, I'd really like to shop but I'm poor. I like to make sense. What?
A bad review of "Kill Bill" from someone who "gets it". It's widely known that when you go see a Quentin Tarantino movie, you're in for gratuitous violence. Like all directors, the man has a style, and using violence and comedy in conjunction is often part of the formula. "Bill" attempts to emulate a 1970's kung-fu movie, right down to the pissed-off main character on a quest for revenge and the all-wise-and-worldweary Japanese swordsmith fond of spouting life truisms. Bearing that, and also the fact that I loved Pulp Fiction, in mind, this movie was just simply too much for me. I could pick out the parts that were "supposed to be" funny, but after a solid hour of sadism, I just couldn't really muster much more than a weak laugh. I got nothing but "go see it"'s from friends on this one, so what I honestly wonder is this: Have we been so conditioned to love Tarantino movies that we are now scared to say we didn't like one for fear of sounding like we don't "get it"? Or did they all just really like it for real and my taste and theirs just went radically different directions on this one? Who knows? All I know is, great film techniques and respect for the director aside, I won't be haulin' out to see Volume Two. Pass.
Cool band of the week: U2. "All I Want is You." Beautiful song. Enough said.
Venti Mocha Dave and His Musical Menagerie. So we have this customer named Dave, and he comes in pretty much every day and does two things: 1) orders a "'high-test' (caffienated) venti mocha", and 2) asks us baristas a musical question of the day. This is great for me because it is resharpening my once-vast useless musical knowledge store.
Five Musical Questions Courtesy of Venti Mocha Dave:
1. "If I leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me?" (name song and group this lyric is from)
2. Name three members of the Rat Pack.
3. There is a "shock rock" song playing in the background of the scene where Neo enters the club in the first Matrix movie. What is it and who is it by?.
4. The group Foghat once had a lady drummer who later had a song that became a musical linchpin in the feminist movement. What was her name?
5. Name the three musicians who were killed in that fateful plane crash "the day the music died".
What's in my CD player this week? (like you care) Paloalto- "Heroes and Villains", U2- "Best of 1980-1990", The Cars- "Greatest Hits".
Quote of the Week : "Your mashed potatoes...sweet potatoes...oh baby...pass the butter." -Brak
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