I always thought I’d end up owning my own boat before a home.
— Owen - A Trenchant Critique
This is Owen record was tough to connect with at first. Why did one of my favorite self depreciating, drunken writers have to go off and get married and have a kid? I can’t completely be upset with him, he’s been chasing the silver lining of his life ever since I first heard him, and it’s on New Leaves that he expresses the news: He found it. He picks up from his proposal on A Bird In Hand off of At Home With, and on New Leaves, Owen, otherwise known as Mike Kinsella, shows off the sweet life.
After listening to this record a number of times, it has grown on me, and makes the married lifestyle seem like less like an unattainable dream, and more like something worth to work towards. Maybe.
Overall, this record shows incredible growth in his own life condition, compared to sleeping on floors, drinking too much, being too poor for anything and messy, shitty relationships of past records.
I just hope that once I get there, it won’t feel like I’m just settling.
jessicacohn:
downtownsasquatch:
Drink whenever:
- Canadian stuff, eh? (any reference to canada i.e. saying “aboot” or the presence of mounties)
- Paige says “hun”
- Jimmy is using his legs
- Any character is left with blue balls (girl or guy)
- Hazel and/or Terri are insignificant
- Liberty needs a deep dicking
- Emma mentions the environment
- Emma is a cunt
- Craig is batshit crazy
- There’s bad parenting
- Sean is gangsta
- It goes there and/or is 100% intense
- Manny is a slut
- Media Immersion is mentioned
- Ellie is depressing or is wearing something bought at Hot Topic
- Emma’s Dad is retarded
- Marco is gay
- There’s a random black person or lesbian in the background
@NYCJessa @futt — print this shit out, it’s ON.
I generally hate reblogging things/Tumblr memes (99% of Tumblr in a nutshell: you’re dumb, you’re into shitty porn, you listen to shitty music, you care about zooey deschanel, you love high
contrasted bullshit photography with terrible composition, you have no idea about art besides what’s on posters at target, and your .coms look like a shitty version of google wave. Shitty shitty bang bang).
But this drinking game rules. My biggest pet peeve with drinking games is that they are for light weights at shitty college parties. The only drinking game I’ve ever liked is drinking every time the word “Dude” is said in The Big Lebowski, the point never being to finish the game, but to get buck wild as soon as possible, and to find out who you can trust.
This game works the same way, in that, if you follow through, you don’t win, you die from alcohol poisoning. Just like when a character drinks two beers in Degrassi.
fin.
My new favorite activity is telling people that the world is ending in 2012, and they are wasting their time doing things that make them unhappy.
I believe in none of it, though, if I were to make a career out of this, I’d just be a scaremongering Christian.
It could be a real job, and I’d have it all; nice suits, fast cars, and virtuous women.
As long as I don’t have to delete Some Girls’ Heaven’s Pregnant Teens from my iTunes.
I’d be on TV every Sunday, when normal people are sleeping or working a bullshit job they hate, serving people they don’t care for. I’d be no exception, just a loophole sans sleep.
But I’d only have to work ONE day a week.
Sounds like a goddamn plan.
Either that, or wait for the rapture, in which all the Christians evaporate to Heaven, and all of their jobs would open up, thus saving the American Economy.