Monday, January 30, 2006
BA Rocks the Goggles
I was trying to organize my room a little bit (it looks like it's going to be a year-long project), when I stumbled upon some tanning goggles. I'm not sure if anything looks less cool than tanning goggles. They can enhance an already non-cool look that you've got going on, but there is no situation you could have gotten yourself in where tanning goggles would help you look even a little better.
Exhibit A
You see? Even if I took off the over-sized headphones, I would look no better. Tanning goggles bring you to the lowest of the low. In fact, I will issue a challenge, in which none of you will be willing to participate: Send me a picture of you looking cool while wearing tanning goggles. If nothing else, your lack of participation will only reinforce my theory.
I went to see "Bubble", the new Steven Soderbergh film, with Liz Cate in Cambridge on Saturday. We were going to meet at the theatre ten minutes before the movie, but I was running a few minutes late. I figured that this was okay, because Liz is rarely on time. My phone rang as I pulling into the parking garage entrance. It was Liz.
"Hi, I'm on time. Where are you?"
Damn. I told her I'd be just a minute, but then realized that the line of cars in front of me wasn't moving. When I looked to the front of the line, I saw that there was a line of people running perpendicular to the line of cars. They were all waiting in line to pay for parking. Surely they could create a space for the cars to squeeze through. The car at the front of the line seemed ultra-hesitant to alert the people to the presence of their car. Surely, just a quick and polite honk of the horn would get there attention, no?
I watched for about ten seconds as the car just sat there and three dudes stood inches in front of the bumper, having a conversation. Okay, somebody needed to be alerted to the situation. Though I was three cars back, I decided to give a little honk. Unfortunately, the horn on the Red Dragon is sort of all or nothing. When she breathes, she breathes fire. I recommend not ever trying the "honk around". In this particular situation, not only did it fail to get the attention of the three guys blocking the car up front, but it caused the driver of the car in front of me to toss his hands up in the "where would you like me to go?" hand position that I would have used if I was him. If someone could develop a device that allows for car-specific honking, they would be instant millionaires.
The movie was...interesting. Enjoyable, but I couldn't recommend it to a friend. Liz Cate seconded my emotion. It was about three people who worked in a doll factory. One thing I can tell you is that dismembered dolls are creepy. After the show, we got some cheese fries at the super crowded B-Side Lounge down the street. Our waitress had a neck tattoo, but somehow she still managed to look hot. I'd like to see her try it with tanning goggles.
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Exhibit A
I went to see "Bubble", the new Steven Soderbergh film, with Liz Cate in Cambridge on Saturday. We were going to meet at the theatre ten minutes before the movie, but I was running a few minutes late. I figured that this was okay, because Liz is rarely on time. My phone rang as I pulling into the parking garage entrance. It was Liz.
"Hi, I'm on time. Where are you?"
Damn. I told her I'd be just a minute, but then realized that the line of cars in front of me wasn't moving. When I looked to the front of the line, I saw that there was a line of people running perpendicular to the line of cars. They were all waiting in line to pay for parking. Surely they could create a space for the cars to squeeze through. The car at the front of the line seemed ultra-hesitant to alert the people to the presence of their car. Surely, just a quick and polite honk of the horn would get there attention, no?
The movie was...interesting. Enjoyable, but I couldn't recommend it to a friend. Liz Cate seconded my emotion. It was about three people who worked in a doll factory. One thing I can tell you is that dismembered dolls are creepy. After the show, we got some cheese fries at the super crowded B-Side Lounge down the street. Our waitress had a neck tattoo, but somehow she still managed to look hot. I'd like to see her try it with tanning goggles.
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