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October 10, 2006
Totally Tubular
So, a quick story.
Got me a “Lost” buddy at my new job. It’s been weird to try and forge friendships at my new job outside of my core team, but I went and injected myself into a conversation with two coworkers when I overheard one of them talking about “Lost”. I can’t talk about fashion or politics or a few hundred other things, but “Lost”? I’m A OK there.
So we talk a few times a week now about storylines, conspiracy theories, the usual. About all that we talk about, but hey, I just started. So imagine my surprise when she walks in today, comes right up to my desk, and ask me if I used to belong to Fitcorp. Now, Fitcorp was my old gym before I switched over to my new one. (Not telling you where, lest you all stalk me by the spin room. Sheesh.)
So I tell her yea, I used to go. But then she asked if I used to walk on the treadmill. No sirree, I said, me strong man, me run on contraption, me chasing wooly mammoth, etc. She’s not being very clear on her anecdotal evidence, so most of my answers are, “Um, coulda been me, I guess.” Then she comes up with a more concrete memory.
“You used to air drum, right?”
Gulp.
“Oh yea, um, yea. That was me.”
Had NO IDEA I did this at the gym. How terrifically embarrassing. I do air drum, and have for a while. In fact, I’m just about equally skilled at air drums as I am with air guitar. My air sitar, however, is sadly lacking in terms of overall execution. But I just wonder how many other people at my old gym thought of me as the “air drum freak”, and how glad I am to be at a new gym. Without an iPod. If all goes well, I’ll not break out any “Moby Dick” after a set of bicep curls.
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I’ve been slacking on my “Video of the Day” entries. Sorry, sorry. It’s hard enough getting in one entry per night, between work, dinner, and the seemingly six must-see shows a night on television. So the “Video” has always lost, since while anyone can embed a video and call it a day, not everyone can spend 3,000 words pissing off every cat owner in the universe. That sh$t takes skillz. But with Google’s announcement that it had acquired YouTube for approximately 456 gajillion bucks, I thought it apt to make up for a bit of the backlog here on the site.
“When Album Covers Attack”
Nearly every site I read with regularity has linked this, and so will I. Absolute brilliance top to bottom. Even though it inspires a “people…with no…time on their hands, hey!” chant in my brain.
“White and Nerdy”
The song alone is great, and easily his best parody in years. But adding Donny Osmond to shake his tailfeather? That’s like getting a girl to give you a lap dance, and she walks in the room with a 6-pack of beer and a plate of cheese fries. Just makes a great thing that much greater.
"Guitar Hero Playing Positions"
I know I’ve been rambling on and on about “Guitar Hero II” here lately, but it could be much worse. For instance, I could be this guy. (Gotta love his Jeff Healey impression though. And please, someone get that reference without wikipedia'ing it.)
“Out of Touch”
In the process of moving my iTunes from my PC to my MAC, I’ve marveled at home many songs I didn’t even have the energy to move over. Some of them were just songs from my collection, but some were ones I bought directly from the iTunes store. This saddened me a bit, even though each song was only $0.99. But that’s a Cheesy Snacker at KFC, man. One song that still stands the test of time, not only since I bought it, but since it came out, is Hall and Oats’ “Out of Touch”. I tried to find the original video to put here, but each one was slightly out of sync, like a horribly dubbed karate flick. Luckily, I found the next best thing, and perhaps, the best best thing. I mean, wow. Watch…and wonder if Oats is a chick or not. I can’t tell, and I’m afraid of looking directly at him/her/it to fully ascertain either way.
“Secret World”
OK, we need to clean the palette after that travesty. Here’s a clip from Peter Gabriel’s “Secret World” tour, with the song from which the tour derived its name. (I was going to link this one, but given how arty it is, and given it’s length [a 26-minute song!!!!], I resisted. I know. You’re welcome. Still, I’d recommend checking that out as well.) One of my favorite performances from this concert, which I own on DVD and blasted through my surround sound this past weekend for the umpteenth time since purchasing it this summer. And yes, that’s Paula Cole singing backup, before we ever knew her stance on waiting for her life to be over.
Funny side note: I almost forgot that this song inspired this entry. A lot of things have changed since then. Lot of stuff's fallen to the wayside since. Once-loved tunes usually fall off as well over time. But some songs stay with you. Music’s good that way.
Posted by Ryan McGee at October 10, 2006 09:10 PM