Friday, August 3, 2007

August is National Sandwich Month

Hey there, chappies! It's Friday, wot? This post is the first of a new occasional feature I'm going to call....

Things I wish I could erase from the fabric of existence!

The first is this song, Hey There Delilah, by the Plain White Ts. I have never heard of the Plain White Ts, but this guy's nasal drone and treacly, emo lyrics conjur an inexplicable wrath inside me so great that I had to stop the video halfway through because I was afraid I would punch my computer. The first time I heard this was last Friday, when Sarah and I went to see Live Free or Die Hard in Silver Spring. I was sitting in the theater, pre-show (Sarah was in the ladies), and this song started playing. In less than 30 seconds, I felt the rage coming on. Sarah returned, and asked me if I had ever heard this song before, and wasn't it awful? I was too busy kicking the seat in front of me and gnashing my teeth to reply. If you need something to get you going before hitting the gym, this song might do the trick--not because it's high energy with a good beat, but because it triggers a primal need to pummel everything in sight, possibly so you'll make noise enough to drown out this drivel.

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