they (the ones who control the media today) tell me that i'm becoming predictable and in my predictability i've become shallow and unappealing ...
What I'm listening to today:
Head Automatica
Other media in the background:
Kids in the Hall (You'll understand someday)
Mood:
Pulled apart.
Verb to describe today:
Awash.
They Keep Pulling Me Back ...
I'm completely infatuated with William Shatner. It's the season. I usually get really into (i.e. stuck on/obsessed with) a fringe celebrity. Or band. Once it was Billy Squier. Usually, I imitate them. Sometimes, I seek out their work to treasure it.
One time, it was the band Night Ranger. What I tend to do is just talk about them incessantly, until everyone is sick and tired of me and whomever it seems to be I'm hung up on.
This one time, before I met my wife, I really couldn't quite get over Charlie Sheen. Not in a homoerotic way, but I'm sure some could take it that way. I just really found his entire life interesting. His body of work intriguing. His talent underappreciated.
And so, Men At Work became my favorite movie.
What's funny about all of this is that I keep some part of my obsession with me. It's my token. The way indie rockers seek out indie records. The way sex addicts search for the outlet.
It's not the prize I'm after, it's the chase.
The first "obsession" I came upon was The Kids in the Hall. I just realized, right now. It was the first thing that was MINE. That's what Charlie Sheen was: He WAS my actor. (Or is that was MY actor.) Night Ranger? MY band. Billy Squier? Well, let's not go there.
These things, they usually happen in the autumn. I love this time of year and find my mind actively starting to think of new things. It's my most creative time at work. I usually start writing (yeah, you couldn't tell).
One year, it was Slipknot. Right band, right time. MY band. They got popular, I got disinterested.
The year before that, it was System of a Down. That was my band period.
Usually, when it deals with a band, I just compulsively talk about them and hunt down the collected works of said artist.
Then, around Christmas, my interest fades. Not all the way. Just enough that I stop bringing it up so much. I stop talking about it so much. I just hold on to one little thing.
The movie The Chase. For example.
And last year, that was perhaps my favorite year. I was obsessed with Robert Goulet. Not so much the actual Robert Goulet, but the Will Farrell Robert Goulet. I dressed as him for Halloween.
You know, to this day, I still think Wait and Bleed is a pretty rocking song that evokes inside me the need to scream till I'm sick.
The Goulet thing still peeks its head every so often. I do a pretty good imitation of the imitation of him.
And, now, it's Bill Shatner.
WHY? Why not somebody who isn't kinda creepy?
But you know what ... I think it was meant to be. Check out this and you may want to call the authorities.
And, you know what, sometimes, I just can't stop thinking about Tony. What is he doing? Who is he with? What is he thinking? Is he thinking of me? And will he ever return someday?
The thing is, I downloaded the new Shatner song (is it a song if you don't sing?), you know, the one he "sings" on with Henry Rollins.
I CAN'T GET BEHIND THAT!
It makes me laugh. It makes me smile. It makes me remember that, in the fall of 1999, Hunter S. Thompson controlled -- nay, ruled -- this town.
So, I find myself talking about Bill. Joking about Bill. Doing my best Bill.
Sometimes, when I can feel something coming, I start to try to predict which obsession will it be. I thought, heading into the fall, the front-runner was The Road Warrior (Mad Max 2). Also, Aqua Teen Hunger Force had an inside track. But you know, Mel Gibson is still popular -- if not a wacko -- and Aqua Teen is the best show on TV.
You can't stop here, this is BAT COUNTRY.
So, it was bound to be Bill. And, I welcome this. Welcome to the club Captain Kirk. You are boldly going where many have gone before.
See also: Billy Squier. See also: HST. Also, you might want to check out: Charlie Sheen. Maybe: Bill Hicks. Or perhaps more mainstream: Beavis and Butthead. Or maybe more obscure: Bad Religion in 1994.
Predictable: yes. Strange: yes. Idiotic: Yes.
Did I mention this one time ...
Head Automatica
Other media in the background:
Kids in the Hall (You'll understand someday)
Mood:
Pulled apart.
Verb to describe today:
Awash.
They Keep Pulling Me Back ...
I'm completely infatuated with William Shatner. It's the season. I usually get really into (i.e. stuck on/obsessed with) a fringe celebrity. Or band. Once it was Billy Squier. Usually, I imitate them. Sometimes, I seek out their work to treasure it.
One time, it was the band Night Ranger. What I tend to do is just talk about them incessantly, until everyone is sick and tired of me and whomever it seems to be I'm hung up on.
This one time, before I met my wife, I really couldn't quite get over Charlie Sheen. Not in a homoerotic way, but I'm sure some could take it that way. I just really found his entire life interesting. His body of work intriguing. His talent underappreciated.
And so, Men At Work became my favorite movie.
What's funny about all of this is that I keep some part of my obsession with me. It's my token. The way indie rockers seek out indie records. The way sex addicts search for the outlet.
It's not the prize I'm after, it's the chase.
The first "obsession" I came upon was The Kids in the Hall. I just realized, right now. It was the first thing that was MINE. That's what Charlie Sheen was: He WAS my actor. (Or is that was MY actor.) Night Ranger? MY band. Billy Squier? Well, let's not go there.
These things, they usually happen in the autumn. I love this time of year and find my mind actively starting to think of new things. It's my most creative time at work. I usually start writing (yeah, you couldn't tell).
One year, it was Slipknot. Right band, right time. MY band. They got popular, I got disinterested.
The year before that, it was System of a Down. That was my band period.
Usually, when it deals with a band, I just compulsively talk about them and hunt down the collected works of said artist.
Then, around Christmas, my interest fades. Not all the way. Just enough that I stop bringing it up so much. I stop talking about it so much. I just hold on to one little thing.
The movie The Chase. For example.
And last year, that was perhaps my favorite year. I was obsessed with Robert Goulet. Not so much the actual Robert Goulet, but the Will Farrell Robert Goulet. I dressed as him for Halloween.
You know, to this day, I still think Wait and Bleed is a pretty rocking song that evokes inside me the need to scream till I'm sick.
The Goulet thing still peeks its head every so often. I do a pretty good imitation of the imitation of him.
And, now, it's Bill Shatner.
WHY? Why not somebody who isn't kinda creepy?
But you know what ... I think it was meant to be. Check out this and you may want to call the authorities.
And, you know what, sometimes, I just can't stop thinking about Tony. What is he doing? Who is he with? What is he thinking? Is he thinking of me? And will he ever return someday?
The thing is, I downloaded the new Shatner song (is it a song if you don't sing?), you know, the one he "sings" on with Henry Rollins.
I CAN'T GET BEHIND THAT!
It makes me laugh. It makes me smile. It makes me remember that, in the fall of 1999, Hunter S. Thompson controlled -- nay, ruled -- this town.
So, I find myself talking about Bill. Joking about Bill. Doing my best Bill.
Sometimes, when I can feel something coming, I start to try to predict which obsession will it be. I thought, heading into the fall, the front-runner was The Road Warrior (Mad Max 2). Also, Aqua Teen Hunger Force had an inside track. But you know, Mel Gibson is still popular -- if not a wacko -- and Aqua Teen is the best show on TV.
You can't stop here, this is BAT COUNTRY.
So, it was bound to be Bill. And, I welcome this. Welcome to the club Captain Kirk. You are boldly going where many have gone before.
See also: Billy Squier. See also: HST. Also, you might want to check out: Charlie Sheen. Maybe: Bill Hicks. Or perhaps more mainstream: Beavis and Butthead. Or maybe more obscure: Bad Religion in 1994.
Predictable: yes. Strange: yes. Idiotic: Yes.
Did I mention this one time ...
posted by dr gooch at 12.10.04
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