Which means, if you are ten years old or younger, you've never lived in a land where douche bags were a minority.
I worked in a couple of movie theaters in the 1980s but never as a manager. I'm going to prepare by practicing some good managerial lines:
1. Adam, go to theater 6 and sweep up the popcorn again. You missed a few kernels.
2. Nicole, your cash tray is $20 short. Are you sure you counted all of the candy?
3. Caralea, we need to...
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This weekend I got to see Aldous Harding perform. She is mesmerizing. Yesterday she released this new music video, which is sort of a feminist pastiche of the Playboy Playmate dance in Apocalypse Now. Feminist because her combination of awkward, sometimes robotic and genuinely eccentric dance moves transports it from being merely a sexy reference. Check out her new album, "Party" on 4AD records.
...because she's hanging out on the fire escape!
It's annoying when someone says they were wild as a youth but doesn't give any examples. For all I know you think drinking before five p.m. is wild.
I'm calling this the summer (and spring actually) of Lynch because my brother and I are watching the new Twin Peaks episodes, going back and watching all of the old ones, watched "Fire Walk With Me" the other night and last night watched this excellent, new documentary about the director:
No Julee Cruise in the first episode of "Twin Peaks," season three. Instead, the Portland band Chromatics perform their song "Shadow." Note the memorial to two former cast members.
It happened again. One day this week I was in an elevator at work and a young lady asked, "Are you George R. R. Martin?" I politely said no but I need to work on my list of snappy comebacks for whenever this happens in the future:
1. Yes. You wanna buy me lunch?
2. Yes. My Greek fisherman's cap is being dry-cleaned.
3. No,...
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