'twas the weekend before midterms and i need a break
Acoustic versions are usually on the list of things that make me sad about the world today. Then every once in a while someone does something redeeming, like Against Me!'s You Look Like I Need a Drink (acoustic). I actually heard the acoustic version first with that one. For a long time I didn't even know there was a different version. When I heard the original, it made me appreciate that they didn't just play the acoustic as if they'd accidentally forgotten to plug in their amps. They actually altered the performance to suit the instrumentation, which, come to think of it, may reveal the reason I so often dislike acoustic versions. This is one of those rare cases when I like the acoustic much better than the original.
Also, I don't know what's up with the little grey boxes all over youtube videos these days, but their use as a speech bubble to display lyrics really cracks me up.
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The weather is very pleasant. I walked to the book store with my coat open.
I think that the woman at the checkout counter was psychotic. I mean that sincerely. She responded to questions I hadn't asked. When she spoke to me I felt like I was missing something very important, like the left half of the world, without quite noticing except through some subtle cues in her body language.
"I'm straight," she said as she opened the cash register. I spent the next few minutes frowning at the counter, wondering what she had meant by that, whether she thought I was asking her out or implying she was dishonest with money or some other meaning of the word that I did not understand. I had asked if she would prefer exact change.
"Did you ask a question?" she said, handing me my change, and suddenly I understood that she had not been talking to me at all. There was no one else nearby. When she looked at me I squirmed in discomfort. In retrospect, probably her discomfort.
"It's not important," I said, and we smiled sheepishly at each other.
Also, I don't know what's up with the little grey boxes all over youtube videos these days, but their use as a speech bubble to display lyrics really cracks me up.
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The weather is very pleasant. I walked to the book store with my coat open.
I think that the woman at the checkout counter was psychotic. I mean that sincerely. She responded to questions I hadn't asked. When she spoke to me I felt like I was missing something very important, like the left half of the world, without quite noticing except through some subtle cues in her body language.
"I'm straight," she said as she opened the cash register. I spent the next few minutes frowning at the counter, wondering what she had meant by that, whether she thought I was asking her out or implying she was dishonest with money or some other meaning of the word that I did not understand. I had asked if she would prefer exact change.
"Did you ask a question?" she said, handing me my change, and suddenly I understood that she had not been talking to me at all. There was no one else nearby. When she looked at me I squirmed in discomfort. In retrospect, probably her discomfort.
"It's not important," I said, and we smiled sheepishly at each other.