today, i got to use three pop culture quotes, at the most appropriate times. it just worked so beautifully, i could have wept.
opportunity #1. the graphicsboy was making me watch this ultimedia movie he was watching and asked me what i thought of the music he had composed for it. for some reason the topic jumped to how addicted he is to the white stripes “seven nation army.” and then, of course, because music was the topic i started prattling on and on about how the new paul westerberg album is due in stores in eight days. EIGHT DAYS UNTIL FOLKER. i went on to tell him about how i was a little nervous being that best buy doesn’t open until 10 and i have an 11 o’clock meeting on tuesday and maybe i should come in late or something.
“i don’t think they’re all gonna sell out,” he said.
“that’s not the point,” i said.
“what is?” he said.
“you wouldn’t understand. you don’t know what it’s like to truly love some silly little piece of music, or some band, so much that it hurts,” i said.
“it’s from almost famous!”
“yeah, i know.”
opportunity 2. we were sitting in a room trying to brainstorm some weird headlines and i made a crack about putting yourself on the cover of rolling stone. and al said she liked it. then i had to say, “they don’t just put somebody with one little hit on the cover of Rolling Stone fucking magazine, man!” she laughed, and i didn’t even have to tell her it was from almost famous.
freelancer and artguy were talking about the easiest way to get to Ikea from eden prairie, considering that most major highways in minnesota are closed for road construction, this is no easy feat. and well, after discussing most every way to get there and determining that it’s gonna take him an hour and a half no matter what, i started singing “f-u-c-k-e-d, that’s you.” just like in psychopharmacology, by st. paul. artguy liked the little ditty, but he didn’t get the reference.
“it’s a paul westerberg song!” i shouted.
“who’s paul westerberg,” the freelancer asked.
then i had to give them both a tour of the star tribune article hung on the cell walls, and the calendar jess made me for christmas.
“you get an odd look on your face when you say, ‘and this is my calendar,'” artguy said.
“yeah,” i said. “if i put just a little more energy into this fandom, it’d be disturbing. but i’m just too lazy.”
“too lazy for what?” the freelancer asked.
“to stalk anyone. i only stalk people who are on my way home from work,” i said.”
“whose on your way home from work?” artguy asked.
“nobody,” i said. “so i’m currently not stalking anyone.”
“you’ve stalked before?” the freelancer asked.
“oh yeah, i stalked all the time in college. everyone was on my way home then!”
that’s when they stopped talking to me.