Today I would like to present a current indie-type song. I like CHVURCHES alot, although as a curmudgeon I will say that the spelling of the band's name annoys me, so I pronounce it "CHA-VURCHES" on purpose.
Despite their annoyingly spelled name, I generally like them as a band. Here is one of their songs that Sirius XMU was playing quite a bit last weekend:
Now that you've heard this song, I will tell you that every time I hear it, I think of this Jets song from 1986: You also must admit that this video reminds you of eighties fashion (maybe not in a good way). This is not my only example of current indie sounds referring to the hits of the eighties. Sometimes it's just hard for me to remember (at my advanced age) what song I'm being reminded of, so I have to let it sit in my mind grapes for a few days, and possibly ask Stephan. So, what do you think? Do these songs go well together?
Oh, and if you want to download these songs to listen to in the future, here is a nifty YouTube downloader. You're welcome.
I like that more and more people are taking photos of signs they see in bathrooms and sending them to me. Is this my niche market?
Well, that, and-- what is the target demographic of this restroom that enough of them have never seen a toilet seat cover before? Isn't the toilet seat cover kind of like a common American occurence, enough that you wouldn't think this sign would be necessary?
Also (uh oh, now I'm on a roll), someone in this establishment had to draw the conclusion that customers were using the toilet seat covers as hand towels. How was this conclusion drawn, I wonder? What kind of investigation was conducted to decide that this sign would solve the problem?
Special thanks to Malificent for this excellent contribution. Well done!! This is indeed funny and strange. :)
What I like about this is that this particular mechanism for flushing a toilet was SO NEW, just SO FOREIGN to this person that they felt they had to get out a Sharpie and just write some instructions on the wall. Awesome. "Push" with an arrow, and then (this is what gets me) another little arrow underneath, just so you really know to push that button. Push it, dammit! This is something they didn't know, and they will be damned if you suffer the same confused fate they did when they just did not know to PUSH THAT BUTTON, people. Never mind that there is only a button (with no other options), and that you intrinsically know to push a button, and that this was what the industrial designer who created this toilet design counted on this. That confused person thought you needed a sign, so they drew it on the wall for you.
PUSH! It's important to this person that you know!
Can someone please explain this commercial to me? I honestly just really don't understand the conversation. I mean, I get that they are a couple and that she's eating a Dunkin Donuts breakfast sandwich, but like, why is he agreeing that he's "hot but not too hot?"
People's shopping cart contents often make me wonder about them/ make up their backstory in my head, and this was no exception. I don't know if you can see this clearly, but this person has, in fact, already loaded 16 roasted chickens into their shopping cart, and they were walking around all nonchalant like it was no big deal. SIXTEEN PRE-COOKED CHICKENS, people. That's an absurdly large number of chickens, even for a Costco trip, people.
What could these sixteen chickens signify, I wonder? Here are some ideas I have:
-- This person is shopping for one of those super-obese housebound people. This is just one day's food for them.
-- This person has OCD and has formed some kind of checking ritual around taking apart roasted chickens and eating them. Maybe they save the bones to stave off some kind of tragedy? Maybe they are building a chicken OUT OF CHICKEN BONES?
-- This person owns a deli, and they get their chickens from Costco. If that is the case, I would like to know what deli that is so I can not eat there, because with that many chickens, one of them is sure to go bad before they can use them all (NOW WHO HAS OCD?)
-- This person is a having some kind of dinner party, but it's a tacky dinner party where they are serving Costco chickens.
-- This person is serving dinner to a bunch of hungry cannibals who eat whole roasted chickens with their hands.
-- This person has an alligator in their bathroom, and roasted chickens are all that alligator will eat. Actually, this really happened in the Bronx about ten years ago, but it was a tiger in this guy's apartment, and that tiger would only eat frozen hams. That whole thing sounds like an awesome idea, don't you think?
-- This person really, really likes chicken.
And so on. I like that they also have a bulk size package of toilet paper to go along with all that chicken.
I get a lot of super-awesome stuff in my email every day. Here's an example:
This has to be the most random collection of Twitter-suggested names I have ever seen in my life. I will venture to say that if I don't even know what language the name is written in, I most certainly have no chance of knowing that person. Also, Tavi Labradog cannot be a real person.
In case you're wondering, this is a screenshot taken from an email I received from Twitter, and I found the names to be so random, I started really wondering if Twitter's friend-suggestion algorithm was broken. With this in mind, I tried to check out the two names I could actually read, and found that, in fact, I do not have anything in common with these Twitter people.
Here's another amazing email I received the other day. I know you are surprised that I did not take this person up on their offer right away:
Wow. Right to the point. Impressively simple, really.
Today is my father's 72nd birthday. He celebrated this year by participating in a thousand-mile bike race across the state of Iowa that lasts for one week (http://ragbrai.com). I have been Tweeting about him non-stop (in case you you're not on Twitter). Because you know, that's what normal 72 year old retired people do, right? I am super proud of him, and I'm positive he's in better shape than me.
Here is a picture of my bad-ass dad (he's on the left) with his friend Dan. They have this ongoing contest to see who can ride more miles and basically be more Superman-like, and oh, also, Dan is 79.
So, something to strive for, in case you're 45 and sitting on the couch reading this.
Happy Birthday Dad!!