03 March 2009

One more

for Qwanty. (And maybe also for J-Bro, if she's out there somewheres.)

We went to the Delta for a little Portland soul on my birthday. And by "Portland soul" I mean corn and black eyed pea fritters and a lovely drink that was made with Earl Grey-infused vodka and soy milk (over ice). The dinner party was made up of myself, my parents, Ryan, Joy, and my lovely niece and nephew.

They were playing the Beach Boys. This pleased my niece, who loves her some Beach Boys, some Buddy Holly, and some Joan Jett. (Go figure.)

This also led to a startling revelation about my mother, the Kare Bear. Apparently, her favorite Beach Boys song is "The Sloop John B." Weird, huh? I didn't know that this was anyone's favorite Beach Boys song.

That Karen is an original.


qwanty said...

WEIRD. I'm pretty sure my dad's favorite Beach Boys song is TSJB. GADS. Can you imagine the mix (mixed?) tapes they could make for each other? We know there'd be plenty of Jimmy Buffett, and I'm thinking that Leon Redbone would also be prominently featured.

Old Man Duggan said...

Streaks on the china,
never mattered before,
who cares.

When you dropped kicked your jacket
As you came through the door,
No one glared.

But sometimes things get turned around
And no one’s spared.

All hands look out below T
here’s a change in the status quo.
Gonna need all the help that we can get.

According to our new arrival
Life is more than mere survival
We just might live the good life yet.

Old Man Duggan said...

All right, I'm done being lyrics guy for now.

You like the Downtown Owl?

Are you drinking out of the Hello Kitty mug as you read this?

If so, did you just spit out what you were drinking because I was so spot on?

Old Man Duggan said...

Oh, and I saw Klosterman while he was checking into the Hyatt Regency here (I was working at the boat), and I really wanted to talk to him, but I decided against it.

Old Man Duggan said...

Oh, and were you sitting back by the weird ATM at the Delta?

KRD said...


1. You guys are advocating the worst mix of all time: "TSJB", the theme to Mr. Belvedere, some Jimmy Buffet. Um. Karen also likes Bob Marley. Anyway, this is just getting effing awful.


2. I think it should be quite clear by now that I am DYING to talk to you about the Downtown Owl. 2500 miles and communication that takes place by making comments on blog posts, unfortunately, is no way to conduct a book club.

3. Actually, I was drinking coffee out of some horrible mug with carousel horses on it when I read your comment. I think that either myself, or one of my brothers, bought it for my mother for some gift-giving occasion in the late 80s.

4. I have always thought that writing a song about the Enola Gay was completely ridiculous. I also think that The Best of OMD is an absolute must-have album. I might blog about this later. The song "So in Love" is one of my all-time favorites.

5. I tell students all the time that I want to quit my job and stalk Chuck Klosterman (quietly) until he comes up to me to ask me what my deal is. Um. I wouldn't be able to talk to him ever for real though.

6. Is this your way of telling me that you have been to the Delta? Or do you really care if I was sitting next to the ATM machine?

Old Man Duggan said...

I just wanted to make sure that you weren't sitting next to that ATM machine, coz that shit be ghetto.

In Wisconsin, the primary Automated Teller Machines are operated by a company by the name of TYME, so people refer to them as TYME machines because that's what they are. The problem is when people from Wisconsin are in other places and are looking for a TYME machine, everyone looks at them like they're fucking crazy.

That TYME machine at Delta is the sketchiest TYME machine ever. I thought I was going to get a disease from it and was sure it was going to steal my money and/or soul.

KRD said...

Old Man: Are you judgmental about OTHER people responding to comments? Because now I'm all paranoid about it.

You have basically written half of a screenplay for a Sci Fi movie. The TYME machine that stole my soul . . . Kudos.

Old Man Duggan said...

I'm not judgmental about it. It's really a discomfort about blogging etiquette. Like can I (as the King of Inconsiderate Prick) converse with my readers on a personal level. The tone of mine is slightly less personal, for better or more likely worse, and as such I'm not sure as to how to deal with commenters. In the form of another post? In the comments section? Who knows? I basically fear that I'll end up getting into super defensive mode because of some BSG-hate entry that I write. Your entries are not nearly as likely to incite the rage of inter-nerds. I just called out 30 Rock and have a series on how much I hate Battlestar Galactica. That's just playing with fire. One of those BSG douchebags catches wind of what I'm doing and my shit is over.

j/k (only not really)

My out of control ego does dictate that I read all of the comments all of the time (like 70 times a piece), though, so it's not like I'm not reading them.