Thursday, July 28, 2005

The Ron Wood Curse

Have you ever noticed how Ron Wood is so entwined with the Rolling Stones image? Now, consider this: The Rolling Stones have done nothing noteworthy (sans make rediculous amounts of money) while Ron Wood has been in the band. He is like a succubus. He takes all the glory and brings nothing to the table except for the fact that he is like Keith Richards Lite. Has the same moves and is almost as shriveled. Just wanted to point that out.

Also, what's up with the bass player? The same bass player has been playing with the Rolling Stones for over a decade now. And is he in any of the group photos? No! Is he in any of the videos? No!! Again, I blame it on Ron Wood.

Now, yet again, no one cool on the train. However, on the way to the train this morning I saw a guy with cut off jeans, a disgusting white tank top and red hair walk by. He kind of looked like the red haired white gang member in Colors. But resemblance does not butter the bread.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

August 19th

The date. Just not any date. It's an opening. An opening of an icon. 'Supercross - The Movie!' I cannot imagine how amazing this film will be. It is like 'Torque' sans Ice Cube.

My main question is when did motocross become supercross? What is different between the two? Is it because motocross just kinda sit on the bike and ride and jump and supercross riders jump off the bike and flip the bird. Truly that is super.

So until August 19th we will have to live in ignorance.

Why??

Why must people feel so compelled to walk down the street rapping? I do not particularly like rap but I also do not have anything against it. However, I do not understand why people do this. I mean, imagine if I was walking down the street singing 'and as we walk on down the road' in my best Robert Plant voice (which, by the way, is awful) you would think I was utterly nuts.

Now, I know what you are saying. The two scenarios are completely different. But are they?

I think what it comes down to is this. I am utterly nuts no matter what I do. Take this scenario: I am walking down the street rapping.

It's not a white/black thing. It's a 'Howie is crazy' thing.

Oh. And no one really cool on the train. I guess I can pick a coolest person. But that might make someone think the person was cool. No dice. I did help 4 Midwestern types get up to Yankee Stadium. So, I guess I was the coolest person I saw on the train.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

A day that will live in infamy ...

It was one year ago today that I started my current job. Wow. Oddly enough today is the day that we have our group lunch (me and 200 of my closest co-workers) and they will announce that I have been here a year. I also brought my lunch today. Planning: not a strong point.

I would like to tell you about someone cool that I saw on my commute this morning. But I cannot. It was Lamesville. Instead I will tell you the tale of two cool people I have seen commuting in the past several years.

The first was a scumbag that was listening to Stryper on the PATH train. And I don't mean that he was listening to a Stryper song. He was listening to a Stryper album.

The next guy is a gent who was wearing a Overkill shirt on the V train. Cool to the max. And the shirt was ultra-grody.

I hope I can tell you of someone new and cool by tomorrow. But I cannot promise anything.

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