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I don't like Mondays

Working Monday nights? This needs to stop. Soon.

posted by rekkidbraka @ 1:21 PM 1 Comments

The Frey Guys

Thanks be to Oprah, Larry King and Anderson Cooper tonight, truth-challenged writer James Frey is enjoying more publicity than he ever would for "A Million Little Pieces," his waste of 400-plus pages of apparent fiction masquerading as a so-called memoir of his junkie days.

Note to future writers who make it into a publishing house's good graces: Just tell the truth. It's easier.

All this said, I'm stopping giving that jackass anymore publicity -- even on a blog no one reads -- right now.

posted by rekkidbraka @ 10:47 PM 3 Comments

Just Josie

Mia took this quiz and it turns out she's a Tomboy Girl. I took it and am absolutely NOT surprised by the results:

You are a Rocker Girl!

If you don't have musical talent, you've got a talent for picking out great CD's. Music rules your life - and you've got the best MP3 collection of anyone you know. Many guys find you intimidating, but a select few think you're the catch of a lifetime. Start hanging out in more used record stores, and you'll find love with a fellow rocker!

The man of my dreams is out there, somewhere. I just need to find the right record store on the right day at the right time. No tall order there.

posted by rekkidbraka @ 10:22 PM 1 Comments

Mark

My cousin Mark died this weekend. He was only 50.

Mark died of liver failure and he went into the hospital on the same day that my father died, Dec. 18. His funeral is Wednesday.

posted by rekkidbraka @ 6:21 PM 2 Comments

Sisyphus

I think the hill I spend my life climbing is going to beat me.

posted by rekkidbraka @ 7:05 PM 2 Comments

1970something

I had a ready excuse for why I've been away from this blog but the truth is that I've just been too lazy to update it. That's going to change. I do miss pouring out my deeper thoughts here -- something I rarely do over on my xanga -- and so I'm recommitting myself to good writing here at rekkidblogga in 2006.

For one thing, I'm tired of feeling old and creaky because I was born in the early '70s. Why is that the case now? I was OK with being 30, 31, even 32. But now at 33 I'm feeling like I've finally started hitting the wrong side of The Thirtysomething Bar. This June I turn 34. Thirty-freaking-four. Do I feel 33? Not always. Do I want to be 23 again? Oh, good god no. I just don't want people to think that I'm "old." And they do -- "they" being people in their 20s. It's like suddenly anything you say or do or like once you hit 30 becomes lame. Unless you're another thirtysomething. If you were born in the late '60s or in the early- to mid-1970somethings, you get weird looks if you tell people -- like people who weren't also born back then, that is.

We're our own little club, a club of people who remember when the world was ours and the media, etc., looked to US to dictate the next trend, the hip music, the cool slang, whatever. Now everyone just looks past us because we're such a small generation compared to the Baby Boomers and this Gen Y bunch. I hated it when, back in the '90s, our little crew was tagged Generation X by the know-it-all magazines and TV airheads and I still hate that term because it stereotypes us as slackers. Well, we have jobs and we're paying into the Social Security funds for the Boomers so considering that I make nothing -- and I mean nothing -- at my job, which I have to keep because it's steady work and I need the health benefits, etc., I don't feel slack. What I do feel is dissed -- by the Boomers and the Gen Y kids, who look at people my age and sneer at us whenever we open our mouths and make references to stuff we consider cool. It's like we're supposed to shut up and hand the keys to Coolness over to them now that we have a "3" appended to the tens column of our ages.

Bitter? Me? Yeah. I admit it. There just aren't enough of us to stand up and be counted. And we're as great a generation as any other.

posted by rekkidbraka @ 3:57 PM 1 Comments