I Concede: My brother, Alex, was right about my abject dismissal of the new Mustang. Since that post, I’ve read a number of articles praising the Ford, and comparing it to the Pontiac GTO. I’d be a fool to even consider the GTO with the Mustang on the market.
I Confess: I haven’t given a shit about the (now-surely-surely-no-lie cancelled for real) NHL season since freakin’ November. While I’ve always publically voiced my desire for these two sets of idiots to come to common terms, I’ve also thought secretly that it’d never happen, and the season would be cancelled. Really, how can anyone expect logical discussion and… ahem… concessions to be made by collective groups of mental midgets? I can only guess at the dialogue in these failed meetings:
NHLPA: I know you are, but what am I?
NHL: Nuh-uh, you are!
NHLPA: No, you are, poopy-pants.
Repeat ad nauseam.
I Concede: I live in one of the most ass-backwards states in the U.S. Er, make that the most ass-backwards “Commonwealth”. The State House (overwhelmingly) passed a law that would make wearing your pants low enough to expose your underwear subject to a $50 fine. They also passed (by a larger margin) a motion that’ll allow the state to investigate all prospective adoptive parents, just to make sure they’re not gay. Both still have to clear the State Senate (I expect the anti-gay one to go through)… but what the fuck is going on in this state?! [more at the Post]
I Confess: I like unoriginal, radio-friendly music, too… just like you do. Yesterday (!), I received an email from some self-prescribed philosopher about my Copper Label post from over a year ago. His email drones a long litany of “if a then b then c then d then e then f equals g” (as in Gary). While I stand by my original it’s-a-piece-of-shit opinion, I will confess that I do not consider myself (and my musical opinion) “more elite than the masses”. I think the songs suck… but I never said, “If you like any of these songs, then you suck, as well”. Big fuckin’ difference there.
I Concede: This post is going nowhere, but at least I rhymed the title somethin’ sweet.