I don't know if anyone else has noticed this, but I swear ever since 9/11, the popular words of the mainstream media are Tragedy and Rock. "High School Tragedy," "Space Shuttle Tragedy," "Penile Dysfunction Tragedy" ... You've seen all of these headlines. Maybe. Thanks to the slam-it-down-your-throat sensationalistic journalism we have today, you can't escape the word "tragedy" as hard as you try. Personally, I think that word is better suited for one of those awful Lifetime specials featuring some ugly blonde pathetic ever-crying woman who somehow managed to lose her baby while shopping at Wal-Mart. But the main basis of this rant will be the word "rock." I am so sick of that friggin word. I was so happy to see the end of the so-called Iraq War (otherwise known as GW plays Cowboys and Indians and wastes millions of dollars landing a plane on a huge boat) because to me this represented the end of the phrase "Bomb(s) rock(s) Name of City/Building/Person." However, thanks to the geniuses who can't get enough of shit blowing up, it's back with a vengeance. Bombs have rocked Saudi Arabia, Morocco, Gaza, and even Yale. The only thing that should be rocking at Yale is one's GPA or one's obtrusive roommate's bunkbed. But none of us want to really hear about it. If there is a bomb going off somewhere in the world today, I can guarantee you it's rocking something. (Begin screaming here) WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU "JOURNALISTS?" AREN'T YOU PAID TO COME UP WITH BETTER WORDS EACH TIME YOU WRITE? JESUS! (End Screaming) It used to be that rocking wasn't such a bad thing. One could "rock da house" without having set off a f'n bomb. One could "rock her (or his) world." One could say "dude, that rocks" and not mean that an explosive device had detonated in one's pants. Well it could have, but that's another story. One could even have "rocked the bathroom" but I don't want to get into that. And whatever happened to rock music, anyway? Now it's just a bunch of sissies in masks and makeup throwing microphones around pretending that they have a point other than just whining about how some bomb rocked some freaking church in Baghdad. Well actually they just whine basically about how they were complete losers in high school and never got over it. What are our journalists getting paid for anyway? Obviously not creativity. Just look at Jason Blayne (however that's spelled). I'm willing to bet that bastard isn't very different from the other journalists out there. He was just the one who got caught. Since no one can seem to make a headline these days without the word "rock" in it, I'm sure he's not the only one ripping stories from everyone else. In fact, I swear I saw a headline on the Boston Metro: "Kitten rocks litterbox: family alarmed." Speaking of rocking, I think I'm gonna go rock some Cola.
You will probably note that these pics aren't the most exciting in the world. Well theoretically that means
we were just having too much fun to haul around the camera. Yeah. That's what we like to think...
