- Fried Green Tomatoes
End of the week. Megan comes in the morning. My house is clean and my laundry is all folded. And I have watched like three Friday Night Lights in a row. It’s a good day.
So the other day Jon was listening to some music on MySpace the other day so I was thinking about how maybe I should utilize my old barely used MySpace account a little more.
(warning: MySpace rant below)
Now I am not sure who all uses MySpace. I’m sure there are normal and very cool people hiding in the masses of Second life players and thirteen year olds. I mean seriously am I just a Facebook snob or what? First, you have to basically be a computer hacker to be able to change your profile page. And with all the ads vomited all over the place I can’t really tell how to even look at my own profile. Plus what kind of social networking site lets you have whatever name you want on your account. I mean how do I tell if Big Boob Zombie Princess 9576 is my friend from highschool or some crazy stalker? Ok I’m a Facebook snob but I just consider it classier, more modern, and I can do my stalking within the respectful framework of nonpersonalized pages (I mean seriously it is so annoying that you can have dungeons and dragons background and blasting Ashlee Simpson on your page and all that crap). Plus what kind of site asks for your “body type” as one of its standard “About me” sections? Sleazy. Or as TJ and I might say … beezy.
(end rant)
So I realized today that it is a good thing that I do not play more video games. Don’t get me wrong – I love me some Nintendo NES. Especially sophomore year when I pretty much wasted my life away to beat Level 19 of Tetris (which I did, first of anyone, and I pretty much rock). But I realized today how sometimes video games can ruin real life. Case in point: today I was driving down the road rocking out in the Kia and lo and behold I Love Rock and Roll came on 96.5 (I don’t quite consider that light rock but whatever). So I turned it up and tried to enjoy and wouldn’t you know it all I could think about were the guitar chords on Guitar Hero. And how there’s the one point where it goes a little off beat (“and dance with me” – right into – “I love rock and roll”) so you have to be quick on the uptake. Ruined. It is no longer simply the end of the night drunken Logan’s song. Thank goodness all my NES games are from the 80s and the songs sound about as modern as the ringtones on my first Motorola. Or to be honest on my current phone. Seriously do they just put shitty ringtones on phones now so you have to buy them? Anyway that’s a whole other rant.
Ok this is turning into one of “those blog posts” that Jon complains about that just stretch on and on so I’m ending it here and going to sleep. Wine night tomorrow with my ladies! And Megan will be here and then Becca. There’s nothing better than best friends.




