Accordion-wielding protester sets back credibility
of environmental movement by 25 years
Not much time or energy (or motivation) to blog these days, so here's just a passing thought:
An accordion?!? Seriously?!? As if Mr. Scruffy's camo jacket and other dude's pink hat weren't enough to kill any chance of your message being heard upstairs, this genius has to show up with an accordion and, presumably, play it.
Makes me want to build my own coal-fired power plant, just to distance myself.
An accordion?!? Seriously?!? As if Mr. Scruffy's camo jacket and other dude's pink hat weren't enough to kill any chance of your message being heard upstairs, this genius has to show up with an accordion and, presumably, play it.
Makes me want to build my own coal-fired power plant, just to distance myself.
6 comments:
Nice.
Both the accordion and having you back on the blog.
Well I imagine playing the accordion is pretty difficult. I suppose that if I had a talent like that, I would want to show it off.
I would never actually do that, but I suppose there are people who might.
Or maybe they're like the GoDaddy commercials and they count on the fact that you'll just stop and pay attention and eventually the message will get through.
It really depends on how well he was playing. He could have been jamming hard on some Weird Al tunes, in which case his message was no doubt recieved. Anything less than Yankovichian squeezing, however, would certainly be detrimental to the cause.
(Except for Lawrence Welk, I can't think of another accordion player. And nobody wants to be Lawrence Welk.)
You're aliiiiiiive!
My uncle plays the accordion. Then again, he's a world-class geek.
How's the little guy?
The little guy is demanding yet adorable. Eight weeks old today. He just started attending daycare this week, as Meaghan started back to work. Quite scary, but so far he seems to be getting good care in his parents' absence.
The prodigal Chris returns! I'm going to assume that new parenthood is the reason for your lack of energy for posting. I told you being a parent sucked baboon butt. I also said that unless you're really good at reveling in your own misery, you may not realize you were so miserable. Me, I'm really good at feeling sorry for myself, so I was fully aware that my life sucked that first six-to-ten months.
If it makes you feel better, for the past month Evan has let us sleep in until almost 8 a.m. on weekends. After almost two years, we aren't jerked awake by a screaming baby at 6 a.m. who's ready to get out of bed.
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