Wednesday, December 10, 2008

obsolete technology-lest we forget

on the way to the laundromat/subway this morning, walking through the first major snowfall of the season (it’s been going steady now for over 24 hours), i spoke with my mellow about the changing of the times:

me: “i had a dot matrix printer until i graduated high school.”
mellow: “i took my dot matrix printer to university.”
me: “yeah, but what was the internet then?”
mellow: “you could get on line and there were a few bulletin boards and stuff, but people weren’t taking it seriously”
me: “certainly not as credible-those were times when people would laugh at the credibility of the internet”
mellow: “i remember using the card catalogue at the library”
me: “and now people, (and the CBC) quote wikipedia (and facebook)  on the regular as a source”

but the new common album is serious though (even if it’s only 38 minutes long, ADD much?)

me: “it’s the REAL electric circus-stand up”
mellow: “this is some bambaataa shit, it’s funny how people are recycling the same beats after 25 years”
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floss-ary

bullshit shy-these are the people who claim to by “shy” but in truth, they’re just choosy muthafuckas about who they want to talk to, so they’re not really unable to speak, they are just unwilling. they just recognize that they are socially inept (but are in denial/defiance) and conscious enough to be ashamed, so they hide behind this guise of being “shy” so that they can justify their stony silence/lurking and/or general mood-reckery. fuckers.
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Tuesday, December 9, 2008

charming metro stories-not so charming

so, as the first real “tempette” descends on montrill, the metros were packed today (though the green line going towards Angrignon at about 4:30pm was surprisingly empty) and though we’ve lost the ability to actually use our words (is “excuse me” that hard to say, “excusez-moi”?) it would seem that we are forced to get very intimate. case in point, today, i was close enough to be mortifyingly mesmerized by one woman’s horrible nail care-yo, red nail polish is nobody’s friend, especially when it starts to chip off, but it’s infinitely worse when it’s chipping off an otherwise not maintained raggedy ass jagged edge dirty, long set of nails. eeew. also, i examined the split ends in the head of the girl in front of me whose ass was pressed so firmly into my front that i swear we were vertically spooning. shoot.
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