Year: 2006

25 Years Ago This Week

Yer Humble Host, twenty-five years ago this week. I was mopping the floor at the now-departed McDonald’s in Greensboro’s Four Seasons Mall. I’m very happy that the words “McDonald’s” and “mall” are pretty much no longer in my vocabulary, and that “mopping” is only a peripheral part, at best.

What the photo doesn’t show is that I’m about to hit the little brat over the head with my mop handle for walking across my just-mopped floor. I’m also very happy that the words “hit the little brat over the head” are still very much a part of my vocabulary.

Clean and Shiny

Happiness is a shiny, sparkling, clean Oldsmobile. I’m really looking forward to having my own driveway and my own hose. I’d forgotten just how nice it is to be able to wash the car properly.

Grups?

Grups (via Scrubbles):

No wonder Grups like today’s indie music: It sounds exactly like the indie music of their youth. Which, as it happens, is what kids today like, too, which is why today’s new music all sounds like it’s twenty years old. And thus the culture grinds to a halt, in a screech of guitar feedback.

I think I have a headcahe…

The Lottery

I’d forgotten that today was the opening day for the North Carolina state lottery. I really couldn’t give a damn about the morals of the whole thing; people can do whatever they want with their money, including throwing it out the windows of their cars or wiping their bums with it, for all I care.

As someone who lived in a state with a lottery for thirteen years, my biggest gripe with the lottery is that, as of today, no conveniece store in North Carolina will ever be convenient again. Every time I walk into one hoping to grab a quick soda or candy bar, I’ll be forced to stand behind some moron spending ten minutes trying to sort out his fucking lottery tickets and Powerball scan sheets.

I’m glad I don’t smoke anymore; that at least cuts down somewhat on how much this will affect me personally.