The Only Way Is Up
Have you seen the new YouTube video of the NYC breakdancer accidentally kicking a toddler, sending the kid into sort of a backflip across a subway platform? I’m NOT posting it here because it’s disturbing.
I bet you’re wondering why I even mentioned it. For starters, I’m obsessive-compulsive. Secondly, I felt the need to purge myself of guilt because my first response upon seeing the video this afternoon was, “Dude, why did the photographer stop rolling? I wanted to see what happened afterwards.” I suppose all those years I spent in the army have resulted in a sort of war journalist mentality. That’s so not funny. War is a terrible thing. I need to give my trains of thought the keys to the street, and do it now.
Here’s something much more, uh, upbeat.
And speaking of Yazoo, did anyone else want to shoot themselves in the face after hearing that horrid cover of “Only You” in the new JC Penney’s commercial? Somewhere, Vince Clarke is weeping softly.
Humidity makes me cranky.