Get Awesome
This weekend, I celebrated the coming of spring by traversing to the local cinema with Emtasmicly to take in a flicker by the name of V. The cineplex in question was the site of a random, senseless slaying 5 days prior and was combating crime by blasting opera outside its doors at peak volume. Who says movies aren't educational?
Anyway, upon departing the darkened theater, my ear was met with a familiar sound: Social Distortion. The particular punk tune that was shredding from a nearby speaker was a distinctive one. While I played it several times at my fests and heard it far too many times as a peon in my local Target store, I do not believe that I have ever heard it played in public. You see, I'm a bit of a pop music guru. I have my finger on the pulse of the 'dustry, like kfet loves cake. Every time I poured lemonade at TC, people complimented me on my bleeding edge music selections. That... isn't true. But I do know this song... well... I know where it is from. And to be honest, I guessed at its artist. It is the "Crazy Taxi Song." Shocked, I declared "There's Crazy Taxi Afoot!" or something far less lame, and ran off in search of the punk rock source.
There, I beheld the awesomeness. A picture is worth a thousand words, and in this case, every one is "awesome." Emblazoned on the top of the Crazy Taxi machine was this awesome awesome:
Anyway, upon departing the darkened theater, my ear was met with a familiar sound: Social Distortion. The particular punk tune that was shredding from a nearby speaker was a distinctive one. While I played it several times at my fests and heard it far too many times as a peon in my local Target store, I do not believe that I have ever heard it played in public. You see, I'm a bit of a pop music guru. I have my finger on the pulse of the 'dustry, like kfet loves cake. Every time I poured lemonade at TC, people complimented me on my bleeding edge music selections. That... isn't true. But I do know this song... well... I know where it is from. And to be honest, I guessed at its artist. It is the "Crazy Taxi Song." Shocked, I declared "There's Crazy Taxi Afoot!" or something far less lame, and ran off in search of the punk rock source.
There, I beheld the awesomeness. A picture is worth a thousand words, and in this case, every one is "awesome." Emblazoned on the top of the Crazy Taxi machine was this awesome awesome:
The rare smattering of awesome is possible.
Posted by
Emily |
12:52 PM
V for Vendetta? hottness. you forgot how educational the random, unnecessary matrix-esque bloodbath was at the end. I guess the Wachowski bros still don't have it out of their system.
look kids, no skin! but I can still withstand 400 bullets. you just don't get that kind of lesson in schools today.
Posted by
phil |
10:17 AM