Act I, scene 1.
Praise of noting choice must be paid with pain.
Forsooth, I am looking at you, Tengrain.
You're welcome. I know you're jonesing for their new album, drops in November. Do kids say drop these days? Did I ever say drop?
"No."
I am unfamiliar with the slang of youth outside of like, which, I hear, like, 750 times each hour at work. Fascinating how certain cultural artifacts maintain their tyrant-like (settle down) grip & others, such as gnarly, fade into Ozymandian obscurity outside symposia & peer-reviewed papers. Or has that reentered the lexicon, too?
Hermit joy's paid with sorrow, not barley
When I know not thou hast borrowed gnarly.
Fin.
Friday, September 17, 2010
You know the drill (it's in your skull)
Posted by Randal Graves at 10:10 AM
Labels: doug henningism, music, the side effects of slacking
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Like, Graves, you swine!
I'm so sure! Like I would click on that gnarly looking thing? I'm like, gag me with a spoon. Or like Eat at Ray's!
Regards,
Tengrain
U R so ryte!
("gnarly" being replaced by text-shorthand)
Dare I click on the start button knowing that my ears will need reconstructive surgery?
Oh Arrrggg! I did and I will.
You 404’d it. Gnarly, dude.
Surfin’ ain’t easy, and right now, you’re lost at sea. No worries, though—simply pick an option from the list below, and you’ll be back out riding the waves of the Internet in no time.
* Hit the “back” button on your browser. It’s perfect for situations like this!
* Head on over to the home page.
* Punt.
tengrain, what do you have against babies?
charles, OMG ROFL LEET NOOB. Carpal tunnel, man.
demeur, it's a beautiful record, innit?
susan t, the home page is the staff page and I've got enough reminders that I'm at work. Don't be cruel.
Almost, but not quite, off topic.
My grandfather didn't know English very well. He was never sure if what he had just said made sense.
So.. in an effort to confirm that you did indeed understand him, he would always add.. "Like you know" to the end of every sentence.
"It's a nice day. ... Like you know".
It's an inside joke my family has been running with for decades.
(yeah, I know. We need some new material).
((Hugs))
Laura
P.S. There should have been a question mark at the end of "Like you know?" as he would raise his voice at the end to question whether indeed you really did know. :)
That video is, like, you know, uh, soooo heavy, like.
Barley is gnarly but vast quantities of liquor are quicker.
p.s. I wasted five minutes trying to come up with a Charles Barkley joke and then I decided to *drop* it as his name is Barkley and not *barley*( and then I decided I was old and tired and that this music clearly damaged my previously decent i.q.
I can't watch that video here at work, but if it's an ad to sponsor a hermit, count me in.
sunshine, Grandpa sunshine had a legitimate excuse, not these kids who have yet to remove themselves from my lawn.
tom, unlike everyone else here, you might actually take my advice to check them out. Spasmodic riff structures, piles o' venom, good stuff.
LBR, even on your blackest Jungian sun days you wouldn't find a little DsO appropriate? You just made Charles cry.
FB, what a coincidence, that's exactly what it is! The guy on the cover of Zep IV's already spoken for, sorry.
I have finally aged to the point that anything the "youth" do or say is seen as another sign of the decline of civilization. Despite this view I still don't trust anyone over 40.
Yeah, I a curmudgeon and damn proud of it.
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