Lost in the hubbub about the commercialization and the annual creeping up the calendar of Christmas each year is the same phenomenon vis-a-vis Easter. Today in the supermarket: Peeps and pastel-colored M&Ms front-and-center in the store display.
IMMA LET YOU FINISH, BUT ROB SCHREMP WAS THE BEST BASEBALL PLAYER OF ALL TIMES!
ABX - The XX Gon’ Give It To Ya (DMX vs The XX)
I mean… the title alone!!
Manna from heaven.
1. “The 50 lanes will be separated into six themed areas. The Chinatown section will feature a gong to bang when you get a strike. To select the food, Mr. Shannon said he was negotiating with a ‘celebrity chef.’” Why can’t people just go bowling to bowl? Why do they have to go bowling to go to Disneyland? Actually, strike that — Disneyland sounds more fun. And more honest, too.
2. “Considering all this, Mr. Shannon wonders why his industry doesn’t get more credit. When was the last time the mayor singled out bowling alleys for their contribution to the economy? ‘I don’t think many people in government appreciate us,’ Mr. Shannon said.” This guy is like a bad quote machine. Perhaps people don’t “appreciate” you, Mr. Shannon, because you spend so much time defining who you don’t want as a part of your clientele — you know, the people out there who bowl at the cheaper alleys, the people who are still residents of New York City and who make up a lot of the five boroughs’ population, and yet who are the people you disdain like so:
3. “Bowlmor and the upscale alleys typically shun leagues. They don’t want guys who show up with bowling outfits and excessive stomachs and their own equipment and want to pay $1.95 a game. ‘They want the cheapest, most miserable experience,” Mr. Shannon said. “I would describe it as a Stalinist experience.’ ” Uh, I do not think that word means what you think it means. Also, your establishment has its own set of miseries attendant with its overpriced everythingness! Many of which involve the horrible clientele you attract, which is a group of people who are willing to slap down plastic for some sort of “experience” that is rarely as Very Important as advertised!
4. “He pointed out the bar top for the soon-to-open restaurant. Onyx. Cost: $100,000.” That’s at Port Authority. Let me repeat that: That’s at Port Authority.
5. Much like the idea that every newly built piece of housing out there has to be described with the term “luxury,” the idea that new bars have to cater to people who are deluded enough to think that they’re “VIP”-worthy has to stop. For real. Dear most people out there: You are not VIPs. And that’s OK! It’s actually kind of a liberating thing to realize — after you’ve been crushed for a few seconds — because then you can go on and live your life and be true to yourself in a way that you see fit, and not in a way that’s ascribed by a bunch of “important” types… who a) will probably not seem as important after you have even half a conversation with them and b) are actually getting all their shit for free because marketers are hoping to dupe those members of the masses who think that rolling large for a small sliver of their lives will somehow imbue their existence with meaning.
Is there an everyman pursuit that’s immune from having a ‘luxury’ tag slapped on it and thereby pricing 90% of people out of enjoying it?
Cats sleeping by Target lamp light.
First time they’ve shared one of these chairs.
GPOYW: The “I hang planters with no plants and bird houses with no birds in my room. I also never brush my hair. It’s kind of over-rated. Whatever” edition
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