I once told this girl in a bar that I was saving the White Stripes’ final album, 2007’s Icky Thump, to listen to at some point in the future just so I could have the pleasure of listening to a new White Stripes album when there were no new ones. This was a bunch of years ago, it was true, and she said she was impressed with my self-control.
Late last year I found myself in the driver’s seat in Texas late at night with a long way to go. By then I had bought the album and kept a copy stored up in the cloud, always available but never played and just kind of hanging out. I had avoided even merely reading reviews for almost a decade, but these unfamiliar roads kinda seemed like the right time, and this night the right place to pull Icky Thump down from the sky and out through the rental car speakers.
You know, I’ve got this playlist for songs that are not necessarily great, but when I first heard them made me go “whoa—what world did this thing come from?” (The playlist is actually, literally, titled “What world…?”) Rammstein, Gorillaz, Eminem, Black Flag, Mindless Self Indulgence, and a few others, have a track apiece on the playlist. None of the songs have that effect on me anymore, but every track was once mind-melting stuff.
Would adding an entire album be violating the spirit of the playlist?
I was in the backseat of a car maybe a month ago when the new X-Files (2016) came up. None of us had heard whether the series was coming back for a permanent run or what. Someone looked it up on their phone and found it would only be six episodes.
“Oh, thank goodness,” I sighed.
My response baffled the front-seat occupants, one of whom asked what I had against the The X-Files. I explained badly, as I often do on the spot, how age has shown me that more isn’t always better, and my already loaded media diet means I just don’t have time or energy for that much new stuff. Fewer episodes equals better.
A lot of times I’d rather appealing stuff just not exist than have to exert the willpower needed to not to care about it. Everett today is thankful Seinfeld quit early. Everett today was pissed when 99% Invisible went weekly. Everett sighed and stared out the window at the news of Blade Runner 2. Everett is way too good at finding stuff he cares about, and really bad at ignoring stuff that sounds like it might be cool.
Tom Chandler has this problem with podcasts. I, um, also have this problem with podcasts.
(P.S. If you’re David Lynch, make all the new Twin Peaks you want. I’ll accommodate.)
Let’s talk about me.
Super Smash Bros. Melee wasn’t released at a very good time for me. I was in college, away from home and most of my gaming friends. Also, it was released for the Nintendo GameCube, which history has shown us wasn’t a terribly successful console. In fact, I don’t think any of my closest friends back then owned a GameCube.
But because I know people who know people, there was a handful of opportunities to play Melee over the next few years.
I’d be at people’s houses and find mostly-young, mostly-male groups gathered around the TV trading smash attacks between signature Nintendo characters in the most wonderfully whimsical cartoon fighting game imaginable. Mortal Kombat this is not. Continue reading “Is this going to be forever?”
I know a thing or two about compromise — I bought a Nexus 5 a few months ago. It’s not the phone I want, but it’ll do. For now.
It’s been years since I bought something that wasn’t the latest and greatest Nexus model, but this time I think it was the right call. Like other Android fans, I awaited the announcement of the Nexus 6 with every bit as much excitement as the entire world does when it’s new-iPhone-time. (Yes, this is a thing people actually do for Nexus devices.)
I found myself utterly underwhelmed by Nexus 6. Price, size, boring, etc. But I knew I needed a new phone, so I immediately ordered the fan-favorite Nexus 5.
Continue reading “Compromise and Nexus 5: a review”
Grab a dictionary and look up today’s word: imagery.
While you’re there, stop off at images. (That’s the word you’re looking for.)
I have fond memories, though my cholesterol level does not, of eating at D’Best Sandwich Shop in Boca Raton. It’s been a few years, but as I recently munched on a Miami Cuban-style cheesesteak my mind started wandering and I got to wondering if D’Best still existed. As I went looking for their website, I recalled a few of their regional twists on the cheesesteak, like the New York style, a New Jersey style… not to mention their incredible non-steak explosion of an entire Thanksgiving meal directly onto a bun (D’Pilgrim).
D’Best still exists, alright… but I was truly unprepared for what I found.
You see, back when I’d visit, D’Best-the-subshop was a place you’d leave coated with a thin layer of grill grease. Had to wait in line? You’re washing your hair tonight. The place was by no means messy, but it had a certain unfinished quality to it… definitely the kind of place where the food matters more than the branding. I’d describe it as feeling somehow honest… completely lacking in pretense. Kind of blue collar? Yeah, I guess.
Continue reading “Slick, sleek & slimy”
I just clicked my first banner ad in years. It wasn’t by accident.
Dear marketers, this is how you do it:
No, of course I didn’t buy anything.