I'm sorry, blog. I've been sort of a deadbeat dad to you lately. I've been busy, overworked, broken down, and partying too much to really give you much thought. So I figure I can make it up to you with a brief life lesson, before I can actually be a good e-parent.
Ok, kiddo...This is what its like when the mid-nineties blows an enourmous load all over your face:
I hope you have a wet nap on your person...
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I have never seen Picture Perfect, but I kind of wish I had after seeing how disturbingly earnest everyone is.
Dude, that clip is from homo-lite disaster (in the vein of the classic homo-embarassment In and Out) The Object of My Affection...The final line up of sacchrine enthusiasm is not only an ode to the good 'ol populist happy ending, but a nod at sterilized gay acceptance. Note Mr. Rudd's movie boyfriend cheering with Paul-o's dad (or so I imagine)...Daddy's pretty cool with the pretty cool boyfriend, but I don't imagine he or anybody has any admission that this union involved nights of ramming eachother in the butt.
And I'm sure the parents of his class/evil musical science project would like to neglect those details as well.
God, acceptance makes me feel like neuter.
God Bless you 90s!
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