I Bet They Thought They Were Recreating Grease
You only think you've seen the worst music video ever, but you couldn't be more wrong.
Grupsters: The New Adulthood
Because of the low barrier to entry to being a writer on the Internet, I guess I had just gotten used to amateur writing (including my own). What a wake up call it was to read an article that benefits from an obviously well-trained and practiced author. Here’s more on the pathology of the new yuppies.
There’s that tricky word again: passion. What’s with the Grups and passion? It’s all anyone wants to talk about. Passionate parents, passionate workers, passionate listeners to the new album by Wolf Parade… Under the skin of the iPods and the $400 ripped jeans, this is the spine of the Grup ethos: passion, and the fear of losing it.
Putting the Ouch in European Style Indoor Karting
My company's IT department engaged in a team-building activity yesterday. (Team building in the sense that we were all in direct competition with one another.) We went to an indoor track to race go karts. It was a good time.
What is the most surprising is how physically grueling it was. At first we were all driving fairly tentatively. As the evening went on, though, everyone became more comfortable with the vehicles and more aggressive. Predictably perhaps, by the end of the session the track had devolved into little more than a bumper car rink where the cars could reach speeds of 40 miles-per-hour.
Everyone rolled into work today with stifled groans and weight being awkwardly shifted from foot to foot. I can't blame all of my weariness on the bumping, though. Even if I had been alone on the track, I would still have difficulty walking today. I'm shocked at how sore my hands (particularly my index fingers) are. I guess gripping those tiny steering wheels while guiding a roaring vehicle through hair pin turns is just exhausting.
Apparently I had the good fortune of being large enough that I had to wedge myself into the car. While it was uncomfortable, it did keep me from jostling around too much when I made contact with the wall or another car. Some of the more wiry members of the IT department had colorful welts from when they had been slammed around in the car. I ache all over, but I'm as pretty as ever. (Insert punchline here.)
Don’t Our Parties Sound Fun?
We spent far, far too long last night crafting a cleverly worded invite to our cleverly themed party. I cry when I think that much effort went into something that will only be seen by a small cross-section of society. To stop my crying, I reveal it to the masses.
This party is BYOB (Bring your own books.) Three to be exact. At the end of the night you'll leave with three entirely different books. More details we can't divulge, but fun and mayhem will ensue. Remember that the books you bring say a lot about you. If you choose to arrive with a dog-earred copy of a book with a bare-chested pirate on the cover, we can't guarantee your emotional safety.
We will provide victuals and libations. We don't want anyone to leave with an armful of Clifford books, so young children and their reading materials should be left at home.
All of the clever literary witicisms will take place from 6pm to 9pm.
For those of you who are able to stay after the books are put away, we expect it to devolve into the type of drunken debauchery that takes place in a book with a bare-chested pirate on the cover. You know. Your typical Saturday night at the Mabbitts.
Those of you who have seen our house know that we have accomodations for quite a few overnight guests. The slots will be available on a first come – first serve basis, but we can easily handle 10 people (not counting us) who would not have to sleep on the floor. Speaking of floor, we have a lot of that. If several people have an inflatable mattress they'd like to bring, the number of comfortable sleepers could get much higher.
If you were lucky enough to make it onto this guest list, you are a member of the inner circle. Benefits of being in the inner circle include (but are not limited to) spending the night on Friday, spending the night on Saturday, spending the night on both Friday and Saturday, and GETTING OUT OF OUR HOUSE on Sunday…. (you know who you are)
Update: I'll have another post after the party with pictures and a synopsis for everyone doing a research paper on our parties.
