i don’t know if it was worth it, but this poster made me laugh and then I had to have it in my phone.
the price i paid: it did slip out of my hand and touch the bathroom floor.
on the bright side, it didn’t go into the toilet. so there’s that.
back in the day, i drove a bronco.
a manly machine that only got about eight miles to the gallon and that children needed a boost to get into (i assume, as i never allowed children in my machomobile), it automatically gave me a pass into an extremely proud group.
bronco drivers, i learned, respect each other and acknowledge each other on the road. somehow, since we drive the same kind of uniquely masculine car, we were birds of a feather, compadres, made of a stronger, tougher stuff than those lame-os in the VWs. and we required acknowledgment. it was freely given and freely receieved. we were a community of like-minded folk. brothers, even.
the first few times i got a wave from shaggy haired hollywood hipsters in v-neck t shirts and leopard vests, looking like they were on their way to d.j. somewhere, i avoided eye contact, ducked my head. i couldn’t see them, i hoped htey thought, and that was why i didn’t acknowledge them. i wasn’t sure they were even waving to me. i mean, what did we have in common?
as i started to understand that Bronco Guy mentality, i began to think that yes, i was special. i was like them (only cooler, since i wasn’t a predictably cheezeball hipster [which i probably was, in reality, and just didn't want to admit it]). after a while, i started to notice them first, and seek out some eye contact. i would wave first, letting them know that i knew. we were in The Club together, and i threw my hand up as our secret sign of brotherhood.
but the truth was that i never felt like we were the same. i was always a poser. i never was a Bronco Guy, i just enjoyed thinking that they thought i was. if i nodded confidantly, then they assumed i was a cool-as-hell bronco guy. and that made me feel cool and superior, cause i had infiltrated their ranks, and they didn’t even know it. i was like a geeky spy behind Cool Guy lines.
here in austin, i am a bronco-less guy, and feel better without it. never mind the price of gas or the fact taht that bronco actually spent as much time behind a tow truck as on city streets. the disguise is gone, and i don’t have to play a part. i’m just some dude.
and when the guys on their bicycles wave to me on mine, i can wave back without feeling self-consious. cause those are actually my people.
Filed under: fun, random, visual | Tags: david letterman, Mr. T, video, youtube
For reasons I don’t think are interesting enough to go into, I have been researching the speaking habits of one Mr. T
In my search for good quotes, I came across this interview on David Letterman:
here’s the last part–you REALLY have to watch this one:
now, never mind that mr. t can come out looking like he’s going to do some bozo the clown schtick and still intimidate the hell out of everyone in the room. just get the level of commitment he had to this whole “i’m deadly, fool!” gambit. i don’t know how he did it.
i was pretty young when he was a superstar, so i imagine i was a bit more interested in b.a. from the a-team than i was in the actor who played him
but wow. is all i’m sayin’.
(no disrespect, t. seriously.)
douchebag
ridiculous
huzzah
interweb (incl. interwebbings, interwebs, etc.)
whatnot
i’m sure there’s more. i will add to this list in the future, i feel certain.
ADDED LATER: ginornmous. (it’s gigantic! it’s enormous! it’s ginormous! ugh.)
the shaved head has grown out a lot. not that i’m looking less ROTC-y yet, but it’s almost long enough to lay down. just…not quite
what that means, as b has pointed out, is that myhead looks soft and downy, like a chick (a baby chicken, not a girl).
baby bird head. my new nickname.
lucky me.
i have finally finished your first three seasons. in the past couple of weeks. so i’m officially a fan.
but more than a fan of the show, i was definitely a fan of the whole “different band playing the theme song every episode” stunt you pulled. nice one. and good bands too!
and now that i’m on the fourth season, and i see that (SPOILER ALERT, people as far behind as me!) there is no more town full of “little boxes” and the opening theme is gone, i know it’s pointless but i just wanted to say this–
tom waits would have KILLED that song. i mean, like, sold a trillion copies of that on itunes. i would be singing it right now.
just…if you ever get a chance–think about it, wouldja?
otherwise, good job, good show, blah blah blah…
