The Best Grandfather Ever 12/24/24-1/10/07

Thomas Sloan Young III.

We love and miss you.

Your favorite,

"Kripswitch"

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I like this site--kinda like a more accessible, Friendster-esque version of Apartment Therapy.

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WHO??!?!?!?!?!?!

This is what people are talking about. A LOT.




I remember once I read a Byron Coley (i think it was him) piece in Spin in the early 90's where he said in all seriousness that he had not heard Janet Jackson (this was when her s/t record was out, I believe). I was in line at Walgreens and I snorted so loud that the Talking Christmas Tree fell off the counter. I thought "God, he is so full of shit. What a FUCKING LIAR." Well, here it is 13 or so years later and I can honestly say I would not know The Hold Steady from Boris. Well, I'd probably guess Boris as I think they are a "heavy" band while these jokers look like substitute teachers. In Brooklyn. Or Portland.

So, call me what you will, but I don't know shit about what is going on with with music today, unless it is rap, and then I might know. It once was what defined me and it was an uncomfortable definition. I felt like the Rain Man of obscure independent music circa 1977-1998, with subspecializations in Southern Classic Rock, Afternoon Rock, 50's radio hits, Disco and last but fo' sho not least, early-mid 1980's rap/electro/hiphop. It still fills my brain. So much so that I just like to let a few musical things trickle in so I can have room for the other stuff that was always so interesting, but I left it by the wayside to buy a record or see a show.

There is my explanation. P.S. I am dying to hear Boris.

Friends.

Me y Liz at the Red Fang/Fed X show last night at Tube,



All other photos may stay away from this blog as we all look far too in our cups...as we were.

ALPHA DOG! WOOF!

Oh wow. Guess what I will be dragging my husband to see during our first week in Florida??? The trailer looks like total shit. This true crime story is one of my all-time faves. I first saw it as a classic America's Most Wanted segment that they showed about 80 zillion times and it featured a party, a lot of wiggers and slowed-down video to approximate the weed haze these small time suburban weed dealers were in. Then I read an expanded version of the story in one of the America's Best Crime Writing anthologies as I lounged in a drunken haze of my own on the beach in Mexico. I immediately started looking around the dinky surf town for Jesse James Hollywood.



http://www.alphadogmovie.com/main.html

Sellin' Thangs.

Yep. Selling the Obi Wan hoodie from Diesel I never wore! Selling things on eBay just got me into an etiquette quandry. A woman I "met" years back selling Alley Cat by Betsey Johnson clothing on eBay gave me as an unexpected gift years ago a stretchy vintage Betsey skirt with a classic tattoo "flash" print, i.e. NOT my style. Well, I kept it while I was skinny enough to wear it cos it was a good bikini coverup, but now I am a fat ass and we are moving and I am basically selling everything I do not need at all. I listed it today on eBay and promptly receive the following:

If this is the skirt I gave you, then why don't you just come to Arizona on your way to Florida and slap my face? Thanks, Kristin. You are some piece of work.


Ummmmm? What do you think? Should we all just rent out storage spaces for gifts we no longer need or want so we don't hurt people's fragile feelings or what? I would not give a fuck if some girl I never met was selling a skirt of questionable taste that I gave her 4 years ago. God, people suck so damn bad. Or is it me? Should I have sent it back to her and said, "Gee, we are moving and HERE is that skirt back you gave me a long time ago." WHAT IS RIGHT, Emily Post?

The Best Grandfather Ever, July 2006.