Ooh! Just like Smell The Glove!

It could be called "Smell the Manners!"

...that sounds wrong, now I come to say it.

Holy fucksticks.

Babe - we are spending a bunch of time putting that shrinkwrap crap up and redoing the weatherstripping on the front door. We can go to Lowe's tonight. Or you can. Or something.

Just looked at our gas bill.

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It could be called "Smell the Manners!"

...that sounds wrong, now I come to say it.

Just a bit, yes.

Thank you for all the congratulations! Oh, and the Big Name Publishing House wants to use Pete's art in the book, hurrah!

Oh, and the Big Name Publishing House wants to use Pete's art in the book, hurrah!

Perfect! It's so much a part of the whole GCS vibe -- but I didn't quite dare to hope, since Big Name Publishing Houses so often have their own design notions.

Oh, and the Big Name Publishing House wants to use Pete's art in the book, hurrah!

Twofer! Score!

I yelled at an AT&T CS rep today. I did apologize but I nearly had a heart attack when I opened the bill for $465--our old cell phones. They had charged us the early termination fee even after they said they wouldn't. The girl said she fixed it but I'll have to wait and see.

And the new cell bill has DH in the wrong plan (for $20 a month more than I agreed to). But I fixed that yesterday.

By the way, Jilli, I caught Addams Family Values on TV a few weeks ago and thought of you.

Congrats, Jilli!

The girl said she fixed it but I'll have to wait and see.

All my Verizon nightmares just came flooding back. My fingers are crossed for you, Cashmere.

Hey, Plei? Remember how we were kvetching one day about Gen-X being completely passed over lately (in the context of that article about "Hallelujah")? Apparently, we are now Grups.

Think of it this way: For Gen-X, just fifteen years ago, the big complaint was that boomers, with their lingering sixties-era musical attachments and smug sense of cultural centrality, refused to pass the torch and get the hell out of the way. In a 1997 sociology essay titled “Generation X: Who Are They? What Do They Want?,” one twentysomething student lamented, “We still are bombarded with ‘Classic Rock’ and moldy oldies. Bands like the Eagles, Rolling Stones, and Aerosmith need to back off so we can define our own music, lifestyle.” It’s ironic, then, that those selfsame slackers—the twentysomethings of the early nineties (and, hey, I was right there, too: Rock on, Screaming Trees)—aren’t standing in the way of the next generation. Rather, they’re joining right in at the front of the crowd at the sold-out Decemberists show. Hey, kids, you can define your own music, lifestyle—that’s our music and lifestyle, too!

I find who (demographically) the article and pictures leave out telling, but it's interesting.

Ha! I often feel like somebody's mom at the shows I go to. Rock Gen-Xers!