Once again, the internet helps to bring people together. In my case, it’s people who have pooped their pants so I don’t look like such a freak.
Meet the Common Wombat. He pooped his pants, and it was much worse than my incident.
Archive for July 27th, 2005
We have a radio that plays in our office up by the front desk. Just now, as I was walking through, it was playing “Love Song” by the Cure which was most recently covered by 311 for the movie 50 First Dates.
Now, I was born in 1980, more than a year after the Cure released their first album. Their music is okay (I don’t dislike them as much as the Malcontent who once commented that he’d like the Cure if a plane carrying them crashed onto the Smith’s bus) but I’m by no means a fan.
So this 20 something-ish kid comes in and hears the song on the radio and says “Can you tell me what’s on the radio?” as if I control the music. I tell him it’s the Cure and I mention that I thought the song was called Love Song (but I had to double-check on the Webternets to be sure). He looks completely confused, so I mention the 311 cover.
“Oh yeah! That’s who did the original. How long has the Cure been around?”
Happy Hours I’ve been to: March, April, May, June, July
Happy Hours I’ve left early: March, May, June, July
Happy Hours where I had to have someone else cover my tab: March, July*
I wish I could have hung around for longer and discussed the finer points of why people should be free to have sex with the dead if they want to, but I had to go to ACWF’s mom’s birthday party.
Thanks again to Linda for the trashcan.
