I wear a headset at work. This means, besides the fact that I look like a moron, that I'm on the phone all day, dealing with people who probably aren't all that excited to hear from me. The silver lining is that I'm not taking incoming calls, which generally come from people who've been robbed, wronged, or enjoy screaming more than DMX does. Which, by the way, is a lot. You ever heard "It's Dark and Hot as Hell"?
So yes: I call people all day long. Often, my end of the conversation goes something like this: "Right...Yes...I'm sorry sir...I understand why you're upset, sir, bu....uh-huh...no sir...you want me to stick what where?" and then we hang up and I do it again, this time with a woman from Nebraska who I'm hoping won't pick up her phone, but of course does.
This morning I called an old guy in North Carolina who was surprisingly unaware of what the internet was. He called it "the internets." It was adorable. But it got me thinking about how it was going to be when I'm old and the whole world seems like one fairly depressing, pointless Sci-Fi book I should've never started reading. In times like those I hope my fingers still work because, well, the banjo never changes. And naturally, I'm looking forward to perplexing whippersnaps with my cuddly ignorance.
The point of this story (if indeed, there is one) is that I was stuck trying to explain what the internet was. I doubt I succeeded. Hell, I don't really know how a radio works. Once it's more complicated than a hammer, I'm lost. But you don't need to understand something to love it. Ask anyone who purports to enjoy "Finnegans Wake" and they'll tell you the same thing. Just don't ask me. I made it to page six and I enjoyed none of it.*
In honor of the internets, I decided to throw out a couple links for your perusal and, hopefully, enjoyment. Your boss hates me. Carry on:
- Less than a month ago, we visited KEXP in Seattle, played some music, ate some frankfurters, and watched Street Fighter the Movie in our van. I highly recommend all three. Here's a recording of our performance. Here's way too much information about hot dogs. Here's to Raul Julia.
- As you know, I enjoy Gasoline Hobo. This is a week old now, but I love it.
- Bored yesterday, Jax, an old friend from L.A. as well as one of those blog-people (you know the type....oh wait) were arguing about bringing sexy back. So we wrote a point/ counterpoint thing about it. Basically, another place for pseudo-coherent rambling. Hooray! Enjoy.
- Oh yeah. And we have a temporary banner since our old one was eaten by the internets. I feel weird looking at it. I miss my beard.
* Except the author photo. Three cheers for eyepatches.