“ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME?”
This blog is once again undergoing some changes. I was thinking about converting it into a commentary on books, movies, and music, but then someone told me she was going to the theater to see either “Argo” or “Looper,” and since I’d never heard of either film, I started thinking the movie part might not work out – not unless I can write 200 posts about “Goodfellas,” which was the last movie I saw back in 1905.
Wait, that’s not true. I also saw Kill Bill. What year was that? Is Bill dead yet? Yes, he died at the end of Kill Bill Volume 2. SPOILER ALERT! Oh damn, I probably should have put that in front of the spoiler, right? I told you this wasn’t going to work out.
For the record, kids, there is no Santa Claus and I shot the Easter bunny. But we’ll talk about that another time.
Anyway, the last book I read was Cecy Robson’s novella, “The Weird Girls.” I’ll be interviewing Cecy here on Thursday, so you can hear all about it then. I also recently read Christopher Moore’s latest novel, “Sacre Bleu,” which is a dazzling display of comic ingenuity that’s typical of his style – but I generally don’t read enough new books because there are so many old books I haven’t gotten to yet. Maybe I’ll create the “Ye Olde Book Blog” or something like that. But what will my hip, modern sponsors say?
Let me call them and ask:
“Yeah, is this Joe? Are you the sponsor for the Happy Joe blog?”
“Yeah, this is Joe.”
“Hey, this is Joe, too. Well, it looks like we’re the same person. So what do you think we should do?”
“Whatever you want to do is fine with me.”
Okay, that went real well. Of course, I’m not sure what we decided. I’ll try to find out later.
Anyway, this leaves the issue of music. So I decided to start listening to college radio again, thinking it will get me in touch with some trendy new underground stuff. I turned on WRSU, and they were playing Taylor Swift, which I can hear on any lame pop station, followed by The Mamas & The Papas singing “California Dreaming,” which was recorded right about the time John Phillip Sousa fell off his wooly mammoth. So that wasn’t too successful.
I tend to think I don’t want to do a “music blog,” anyway. WhiIe I do listen to some new music, I hate the whole “music blog thing” where idiots with inflatable girlfriends spend hours at a time arguing about whether “Pearl Jam” was a better band than “Fishbone” before heading to a porno site to jerk off.
I’m only interested in writing about stuff I like. I’ll leave the snarky comments to the spectating snipers, who are very good at judging what others do while doing nothing themselves.
Speaking of someone who is doing something, come back Thursday to hear from Cecy and her “Weird Girls.” I’m not going to say Cecy is actually a witch with awesome power, but I will say that if you don’t return you might just find yourself turned into a sausage. If you’re already a sausage, you will be turned into a soy product.