Was this not my 80s?

Do you know what this is about yet? If you can't tell by the pictures and you haven't been paying attention, John Hughes is dead; he passed away from a heart attack a couple of days ago. This is sad as all deaths are but now we must take a step back and look at the work the man left behind; I wish it was only the brat pack movies for even though "home Alone" is a phenomenally successful movie I don't care for it much. So we have "16 Candles", "The Breakfast Club", "Pretty in Pink" and "Some Kind of Wonderful".The message in all these movies is that no matter who you are you are a weirdo but you are ultimately loved; not a bad message even though it's a bit rose colored. My problem is I can't recall ever relating with any of these characters, not Judd Nelson's Bender, not John Cryer's Ducky (though girls have said I remind them of him), not Eric Stoltz' as . . . whatever his name was in "Some Kind of Wonderful". Now believe me when I say that I wish I related to Ferris Bueller, I wish I was Ferris Bueller; I think we all do; I mean why can't everything we do work out no matter how dodgy it may be. Truency problems, grand theft auto, identity theft, hacking into and changing official documents, tresspassing, lying to just about everybody he comes in contact with, conspiracy, and I'm fairly certain statutory rape. Whatever Ferris was awesome, fine taste in food, art, cars and women. I don't think he goes o to be a fry cook on Mars I think he joins a frat and cheerfully goes on to be a spin man, getting politicians out of trouble. Where's my charmed life?

As I was saying I never related to any of these characters and I was made to feel like I should by some peer pressuring classmate or another. Have I felt like an outsider? Of course ! The thing is I always felt that these kids were forcing themselves to be in such turmoil, a relentless insistence on not getting what they want seemed to be their M.O. (aside from the young Mr. Bueller) I suppose being a teenager is an excuse for not quite being able to put your finger on what you want or being too insecure to grab it but I recall an understanding of what was and what wasn't within my realm of reality which was one of the reasons I was sullen (just like you).
My appreciation for Hughes though comes because he didn't make teens out to be simple kids who have not a real problem outside their acne and curfew (I had neither and both).
The real question would be is "The Breakfast Club" a modern day "No Exit"? These character all torture each other . . . But there's a happy ending so I think not but it's an interesting concept, right? No? Bite me!

Somebody cue the Simple Minds; we have to listen to "Don't You (Forget About Me)"

Changing Out

So what, now I'm over this and think it's time to move on to something else that makes me go.

"Teenage angst has paid off well but now I'm bored and old" - Nirvana

This is in no way to say these dozen entries or so have any stature next to a genre defining rock band from nearly 20 years ago but I'm considering the ideas that I have held before to be rather obtuse and outdated now. So this means I have to find something to motivate me or I will become something of a useless human being which I may already be.

What will be the answer?

Middle Meal

I can say that I enjoy a nice lunch with a certain strange pride. A lovely sunny day accompanied by a great selection of light tastes. Starting with a glass of wine and half a dozen oysters while mid day sounds curly through the ear and pleasantries abound. Sometimes a soup if it;s something nice will do the trick. A well made sandwich with almost fancy ingredients prepared with a chef's delicate precision served next to complete the meal.
This sort of thing just puts a silly smile in me and makes me feel like a better person.

Strange but there it is.

I Just Want You To Know

It continues; my weird fascination with Lady GaGa has made me into some sort of teenage boy. I don't think she's amazing or even that hot I just can't stop thinking about what the heck she's doing here on earth. I think she's a snack from Venus, that is to say on Venus you eat pop stars for something to fulfill your snack needs. She probably tastes like tofu fried, dipped in a Tang and chili flake powder. When you eat the pop star snack the music plays.
On the wilder side of things I think her music is the proper music to do blow to and I have some suspicion that her and Paris Hilton probably listen to "The Fame" do lines, have a straight girl make out and laugh at all the mooks ogling them like it's the most important event in history. Do they make T-shirts that read "disco stick" with an arrow pointing down?
Continuing in the blue department I wander if she's a good lover . . . I'm gonna' guess not. I mean she probably can do a good solo show in front of a mirror or a spectator but I think that's what her "Poker Face" is for.
Question: When was the last time somebody thought Madonna was hot, I mean really hot? Like a fantasy.
Answer: 1984

I'm dumb!

Stupid Head Game

I am an owner of a laptop computer. I use it as a desk top. I am ashamed to bring it out into the public where I will be in that weird laptop cult . . . especially at a cafe. I worry that I will suddenly stare at the screen and not have a single thing I want to do. The Internet will cease to be something I can't imagine being interesting or useful, all my finances will be in nice kept order, my ideas for writing will all be blank, my video games will be completed and my pictures and music will be tiresome.
It is a 21st century anxiety that shouldn't exist . . . not in my world. This is also related to my ire directed toward cell phones; I do have one and I depend on it like a little baby needing mother's milk. It just makes me a slave to communicational whims and paranoias. If you don't understand just think about that time your S.O. didn't text back right away, how crazy did you get? If you didn't freak out, congrats; you're a very chill and understanding person that I would like to know . . . maybe even date (not really, I'm off the proverbial market, yes this is a disclaimer because I don't want to send any mixed signals)
What will be next I wonder, live feeds from your cyberdata implant that never go off line; everything you do will be broadcast for the world to watch and judge. Just imagine you're a man, your implant is live and you're at a bar, you see a woman, dozens, hundreds maybe thousands of messages start coming into your head on what people think of her appearance and what you should do to get someplace with her. You're at the supermarket and people send you messages about what's on sale, corporations send you messages about what to buy once you enter, people send messages about horrible season we're having for berries, recipes are sent to you. Overload? Nope, the brain can handle it, we only use 10% remember? This is what the other 90% was meant for!
So there you have it I won't have to worry about having a lap top in public because my head will be one!

PROBLEM SOLVED!!!

Two mixed up

Your skort turns me off, like the spork and the mullet; it’s really just a tease. It is sort of the opposite of a mullet though which is business up front and party in the back; the skort is sexy/cute skit in front and hiker in back and totally a turn off. Is the chick afraid of a strong breeze or quick sexy times? Is she afraid to show the world that she is a chick who likes to climb stuff like rocks and rock hard dudes? I mean both would get a rise from me on their own but together they leave me irritated sense of forced duality much like cafés that become bars in the evening. The spork on the other hand is just an over achieving spoon with fork envy; it really can’t stab into anything with the same depth. It all comes down to synergy and my basic disgruntlement towards the notion.

Is there a cool synergy name for the tuxedo T-shirt? Shirtxedo?

Pop KIlls

Michael Jackson is not dead. He has paid off the right doctors to pronounce that, "Michael Jackson" has died in a tone that sounds more like a closing of a factory. Mr. Jackson hasenough plastic surgery done that nobody will know that weird old lady is really the former self proclaimed, "king of pop".
I call freak on this big time! Not that that's anything new in his weird world but weirdo has had too much legal issues and too much rejection for a guy who was at one point the most popular person in history. So he can now wonder the streets with the rest of us hiding in his permanent disguise being his creepy, aleged child molester self.
There will be many Michael Jackson sightings that will rival Elvis Sightings which will also mean there will be many impersonators. I'm shuddering with the super fame "death" will bring him.
What about the children he claims are his, what's going to happen with them?


On a much more solumn not Farrah Faucett also passed away, killing my warped memories of the 1970's a bit less tangible. She is the subject of quite possibly the most famous chick poster of that era, if not all time. Farrah's sunny California beauty is worthy of fetishized memories and mystery of who she was.
Though looking at the image of Lee Majors former flame I begin to see what Michael Jackson was trying transorm himslef into.