Posts Tagged ‘Posers’

On Geek Chic and the Fallacy of Pop Burgers

May 2nd, 2013 No comments

I’ve never had much use for labels, which is to say that I generally disapprove of them, and, as with most things that I generally disapprove of, I probably use them just as much as anyone else, but in my defense,  I’m lazy and I find labels a convenient way to criticize so long as I feel that the label covers at least half or better of the list of grievances I would have otherwise had to detail, and, inasmuch as I have a tendency to be long-winded, they help mollify that to a certain extent, although likely never so much that I would ever be considered succinct or even, I suppose, fashionably clever, since it seems that by contemporary standards, it’s not enough to be clever on any terms, but to do so in short bursts, which has consistently proven to be persistently beyond my grasp. So in the interests of being succinct (sic), I’ll just say that I consider labels the same as bicycles; I don’t particularly like them, but they have their uses (my grievances with bicycles will have to wait for another day). Rant On!

London 2012 and the XXX Olympics: Not Remotely as Interesting as it Sounds

August 4th, 2012 2 comments

In just over a week, the vast majority of the world will return to its status quo state of not giving a shit about swimming or gymnastics, but until then, there’s seemingly little reprieve from the constant onslaught of propaganda goading me into joining some allegedly magical, transcendental global communion or convincing me that Coca-Cola and McDonald’s manufacture and distribution of consumer-grade poison should somehow be synonymized with athletic excellence.  The closest I ever got to taking an interest in the Olympics was when I played Track & Field on my NES as child, which I quickly abandoned when the novelty of seeing how quickly I could hit my “A” button wore pretty goddamned thin after about 2 minutes. Rant On!

(Wo)Man Up!: Take it as it is or don’t take it at all

June 8th, 2012 No comments

Some things just shouldn’t be fucked with. But some people just can’t leave well enough alone and have to proceed to put “their spin” on something until they end up with a New & Improved bullshit version of a product that had no need of becoming either. Any of my closest friends, all two of them, will tell you that I am a fan of ingenuity and invention, but only when it’s needed, not in the name of tailoring a product to every Tom, Dick, and dumbshit Harry. Normally, I try to reserve criticism of anything that doesn’t directly affect me, not because I want to present an aire of tolerance, but typically because I’m too lazy to argue about something I could give two shits about. However, on a recent trip to my local Fine Spirit Emporium (aka the liquor store), I was shocked speechless for the better part of five minutes when I encountered a travesty in the whiskey isle. I speak, of course, of Jack Daniel’s Honey. Rant On!