"Baby Got Back" translated to Latin
"magnae clunes mihi placent, nec possum de hac re mentiri."
("large buttocks are pleasing to me, nor am I able to lie concerning this matter.")
I'm 50 pages in to the latest Stephenson cinderblock (877 pages to go, or 2,730 if you count the two forthcoming sequels) and it's boring me to tears. Does it get any better soon, or should I give up now?
Saw a couple of good bands tonight (they were not, of course, at my
club, because my club sucks.) Run Run Run
, who reminded me a lot of Verbena, though I guess they were more in that post-JaMC vein being mined by BMRC and Interpol; and The Sounds
, who were totally transported through a time machine direct from the 80s. They sounded kind of like Joan Jett covering Pat Benetar or Kim Wilde.
It was an all ages show, so there were lots of small people there (and I mean small: aren't people done growing by 18? It does not appear so.) But that's not what made me feel old. What made me feel old was that there were at least a hundred people there who knew all the words, and I'd never even heard of these bands before.
These kids today and their boom boom boom, I don't know.