Tuesday, November 19, 2002
Attention Don Henley Fans searching for "Deadhead Sticker on a cadillac"
Yer barking up the wrong fucking tree. That is all.
Okay, so maybe that's being a bit harsh and even somewhat inaccurate. If you scroll down you will indeed find some comments on the song The Boys of Summer. If you simply had those lyrics stuck in your head, the ones that led you to type them into a search engine and find your way here, and you were dying to know what song they were from, now you know. If you were looking for much more than that, however, you have sadly been led astray. And that, my friends, is truly all. Honestly.
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This is why I love my job:
-----Original Message-----
From: K_______
Sent: Tuesday, November 19, 2002 4:53 PM
To: BS_Admin
Subject: FW: A Day of Fun!
FYI -
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HR/Training is sponsoring a workshop entitled It Pays to Have Fun! on Friday, November 22, 2:30 - 5:00 p.m. in Sze East/West. The purpose of the afternoon is to encourage employees to think of ways to have fun on the job, even as they take their work seriously. Studies show that fun at work can increase productivity and motivation, while reducing stress and boredom.
What's in store for those who participate?
We'll have lots of games, such as Trivial Pursuit, Pictionary, Sorry and Outburst.
Try your hand at Pin the Prize on the Nobel Laureate. You'll just have to come and see for yourself.
Are you a closet artist? Express yourself at the Art Table with Play Doh, pipe cleaners and crayons.
Want to be active? We'll have Nerf basketball and Twister.
Want to be inactive? We'll have TVs set up with cartoons and Three Stooges videos.
And toys, toys, and more toys - Jacks, paddle ball, Etch-A-Sketch
Before heading out the door. You don't need to register. Just show up and have fun!
I see that Bob's quoting the dictionary now. Lord knows I want to stay out of this whole thing but after reading his blog something compelled me to type "Bob is a jerk" into Google just to see what would come up. Click here to view the results. I haven't read them all but this one seemed pretty cool, combining office sabotage with a message of ... truth?
Monday, November 18, 2002
Oh, and guess which one of the people in this photo I've just begun a regular e-mail correspondence with.
Jimmy writes:
As to the Supertramp song, it will enter through your pores and plant itself at a cellular level eventually binding with your genetic code so that your children (should you so choose to reproduce someday) will instantly respond to all Supertramp music with a full spectrum of all possible emotions, becoming Living Gods in the process. You my friend will however continue to consider Supertramp to be bollocks and remain well-rounded but mortal.
Which reminds me: did you know that one of my favorite songs is Don Henley's 1984 hit The Boys of Summer? I don't know why but I always get chills up my spine whenever I hear it start up, that catchy synth line. In 1994 I moved to Edmonton for what would end up being The Worst Six Months of My Life. The highlight of that whole time was when I was lead singer for a garage band -- literally a garage band 'cause that's the only place we ever played. We covered Boys of Summer, replacing the silky synthesizer with thrashy lead guitar. The best part is when I got to scream at the top of my lungs, "Don't look back, you can never look back." Well, maybe you had to be there. Anyway, I was thinking about that song today on the walk to work, and that line in particular. You remember it:
Out on the road today, I saw a DeadHead sticker on a Cadillac
A little voice inside my head said, Don't look back. You can never look back.
I thought I knew what love was
What did I know?
Those days are gone forever
I should just let them go
Deep. Anyway, the song popped into my head on the walk to work today which is a very nice 30 minute amble down Aloha St., a hilly slope that winds through semi-fancy neighborhoods (there's a mansion 10 minutes in that's for sale: only $2million and dropping!) and, right now, is carpeted in red and gold leaves. Very pretty. I was about 15 minutes along when I saw a beat-up Mazda with a Christian Death sticker on the back. Not quite a Deadhead sticker on a Cadillac but a semi-equivalent for us Gen-Xers and it got me thinking about the song and about the past and days gone forever, etc. In 1988 I lived in Toronto on Roxton Rd. (before EVERYONE moved to Roxton) and my roommate was Rod, a metalhead/new age disciple who saw no contradiction in being equally into Slayer and Kitaro. He was from Mississauga and, as I recall, had a girlfriend who wore miniskirts without underwear. We used to listen to Christian Death while doing knife tokes and I think I thought they were actually scary. Those days are gone forever and I should just let 'em go and normally I'd be quite happy to. But then something happens like a drunk 19 year old pukes in your apartment on a Saturday night and you realize how much time has passed since you used to do that sort of thing.
Anyway, all this to say that, the truth is, I have a soft spot for Supertramp and even though I may dismiss Take the Long Way Home as bollocks it doesn't mean I haven't gotten heavy with it, cellularly speaking.
As to the Supertramp song, it will enter through your pores and plant itself at a cellular level eventually binding with your genetic code so that your children (should you so choose to reproduce someday) will instantly respond to all Supertramp music with a full spectrum of all possible emotions, becoming Living Gods in the process. You my friend will however continue to consider Supertramp to be bollocks and remain well-rounded but mortal.
Which reminds me: did you know that one of my favorite songs is Don Henley's 1984 hit The Boys of Summer? I don't know why but I always get chills up my spine whenever I hear it start up, that catchy synth line. In 1994 I moved to Edmonton for what would end up being The Worst Six Months of My Life. The highlight of that whole time was when I was lead singer for a garage band -- literally a garage band 'cause that's the only place we ever played. We covered Boys of Summer, replacing the silky synthesizer with thrashy lead guitar. The best part is when I got to scream at the top of my lungs, "Don't look back, you can never look back." Well, maybe you had to be there. Anyway, I was thinking about that song today on the walk to work, and that line in particular. You remember it:
Out on the road today, I saw a DeadHead sticker on a Cadillac
A little voice inside my head said, Don't look back. You can never look back.
I thought I knew what love was
What did I know?
Those days are gone forever
I should just let them go
Deep. Anyway, the song popped into my head on the walk to work today which is a very nice 30 minute amble down Aloha St., a hilly slope that winds through semi-fancy neighborhoods (there's a mansion 10 minutes in that's for sale: only $2million and dropping!) and, right now, is carpeted in red and gold leaves. Very pretty. I was about 15 minutes along when I saw a beat-up Mazda with a Christian Death sticker on the back. Not quite a Deadhead sticker on a Cadillac but a semi-equivalent for us Gen-Xers and it got me thinking about the song and about the past and days gone forever, etc. In 1988 I lived in Toronto on Roxton Rd. (before EVERYONE moved to Roxton) and my roommate was Rod, a metalhead/new age disciple who saw no contradiction in being equally into Slayer and Kitaro. He was from Mississauga and, as I recall, had a girlfriend who wore miniskirts without underwear. We used to listen to Christian Death while doing knife tokes and I think I thought they were actually scary. Those days are gone forever and I should just let 'em go and normally I'd be quite happy to. But then something happens like a drunk 19 year old pukes in your apartment on a Saturday night and you realize how much time has passed since you used to do that sort of thing.
Anyway, all this to say that, the truth is, I have a soft spot for Supertramp and even though I may dismiss Take the Long Way Home as bollocks it doesn't mean I haven't gotten heavy with it, cellularly speaking.
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