Honestly overheard at the 7-11 this morning – A conversation between two twenty-something vocational school students who had driven to the 7-11 during what I assume was their morning break from classes.
Student No. 1 (S-1): “Man, I am on his [the instructor’s] Shit List.”
Student No. 2 (S-2) “You’re on his Shit List? Why zat?”
S-1: “He said it was because I caught an attitude.”
S-2: “Caught an attitude? What zat about?”
S-1: “I dunno, man. I just catch an attitude. You know what I’m sayin’?”
S-2: “What choo mean you caught an attitude?”
S-1: “I dunno, man. I just caught me an attitude.”
S-1: “I dunno, man. Sometimes I just catch an attitude. I dunno why. Like he comes into class yesterday morning and says “Wassup?” and I say ‘Fuck you.’ I dunno why. I jus’ say ‘Fuck you.’”
I left the store thinking that the guy should immediately apply to Berkeley. He could probably get a scholarship.
Testing to if my fonts are goofy on this post too. Hey, maybe that’s why I got no content. Bad fonts.
Update: The fonts on my blogroll are now teeny. WTF? I think it’s that farookin Pie Post.
Another Update: I give up. It’s time for Mr. Recliner and a nice CAO Corona. If the fonts are still screwed up tomorrow, the PIE goes.
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Can you tell that the Content Train has left the station tonight?
Via Deb and Jay at Accidental Verbosity
I’ve said it before. In New Jersey, we love The Sopranos. Just about all of us know real people who are not unlike some of the characters on the show (although none of the folks I know has ever talked about putting a guy’s head in a bowling bag). And the best part is that none of the characters speaks with an accent.
Most of us know the locations where the various scenes are shot (many of which are in the twon where I grew up), and all of the towns that are mentioned in each episode (e.g. Uncle Junior lives on Watsessing Avenue in Bloomfied). Quite simply, the show is pure Jersey. Phone calls while the program is on are not well received.
We do, however, have one fan who towers over the rest of us, and that is “Soprano Sue.” This super-Sopranos fan and has created a great website that is absolutely filled with Sopranos stuff, including a rundown on the filming locations in Jersey. Now, she is even running tours.
Yo! Go check it out.
I love this country. At rock bottom, we are all Americans, and yet we are truly a diverse lot. To the average Jersey Guy, something like this just does not compute.
However, I’d love to see it.
A couple months ago, Smokin’ Joe Frazier, the former ass-kicking heavyweight boxer, was arrested in Philadelphia and charged with assaulting the 44-year old mother of one of his sons. Ol’ Smokin’ Joe, is looking a little, well, … Smoked.
Maybe she kicked his ass.
I sure wish that some of the technological innovation that has given us enormously powerful computers, teeny-weeny cell phones and widgets that magically “hold” a couple thousand songs would be turned toward spiffing up the simple clock radio.
It would be nice if someone would design and manufacture a clock radio with the following features:
I would like a clock radio that would permit the user to pre-set two different volume levels. This way, one could pre-set the radio to play at a low volume in the evening and a “wake-up” volume in the morning.
I would like to be able to pre-set one station as a “go-to-sleep” station and another station as a “wake-up” station. I have listened to Imus in the Morning since the 70’s, but the balance of the programming on WFAN is sports talk. I would rather have ice picks driven in my ears than listen to sports talk. With an improved design, I would be able to listen to music in the evening and still wake up to Imus. (Sorry, I think Howard Stern stinks.)
I would also like a clock radio that automatically defaults to “no alarm” on the weekends. Having to deal with a morning radio show unnecessarily rattling one’s brains early on a Saturday morning (particularly after having a few cocktails on Friday night) is just wrong.
Finally, I would like the clock radio to be simple enough to operate so that one would only have to take a quick read through a half page of instructions in order to operate the additional features I have mentioned. Contrast this with my itsy-bitsy cell phone that comes with instructions that resemble a mini-Manhattan phone directory.
If anyone knows if such a unit exists, please let me know. If not, I’ll just hum a couple verses of “The Impossible Dream” and go about my farookin’ business.
That is all.
Shamelessly lifted from Accidental Verbosity, right here.