I heard Sham 69 on Marky Ramone’s Punk Rock Blitzkrieg on Sirius XM station Faction this week and was taken back to high school. I had a Sham 69 cassette tape that I would often listen to while mowing the lawn, the Walkman didn’t skip like the Discman did despite the so-called skip-protect. This is just one example of how Marky Ramone’s Punk Rock Blitzkrieg has this great way of making me feel like I’m 13 again. Discovering punk rock for the first time and consuming as much as I could to find out what I liked and what I didn’t. And every episode also serves as a reminder that for every awesome punk rock song there are at least three awful ones. Still a better ratio than good internet to bad internet. The only real difference is both good and bad internet serve the purpose of wasting time on a Friday. So hey-ho, let’s go!
In 2015, a collection of internet sites were sent to an inbox by a military court for a crime they didn’t commit. These links promptly escaped from a maximum-security email folder to the Denver underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as stories of interest. If you have time to kill… if no one else can help… and if you can click them… maybe you can read… Happy Friday.
Friday does seem like the end of the week, but for most people you still gotta wait until that final work-day whistle blows (work-day whistles are still a thing, right?). Yogi Berra even said, “It ain’t over till it’s over.” So while we wait out those last few hours until the foreman yanks on that bird and you can slide down the Brontosaurus* tail, let’s cruise the net and look at some of this week’s happenings. Now you’ve come to a fork in the road, so take it!
*May not actually be a Brontosaurus. I don’t know dinosaurs as well as I would like, and it’s a cartoon.
Halloween is just over a month away which means all the horror movies are about to flood the airwaves. I’m not nuts for horror movies, but I’m not anti-horror movies. I don’t see genres, man. I thought I would get in the spirit and talk about a few of my favorites and maybe steer you towards some lesser appreciated ones. These are in no order and I use the term “horror movie” loosely here.
I just made a trip to 7-11 for some caffeine and came across Cracker Jack peanut butter popcorn. That was a combination of words I could not pass up. So I didn’t. And I will tell you it was the decision of the week. Now that I’m full of peanut buttery goodness and hopped up on caffeine we can let the weekend begin. I have big plans, so peanut butter Cracker Jack was just the tip. But before those plans let’s confer with Mario, prop masters, and Public Broadcasting. The essentials to a good weekend.
Here are a few things I have been thinking about this week. What did Lorraine McFly, think when she first saw a Calvin Klein ad? Why is the company that makes my fan called “Toastmaster?” It seems like it’s doing the opposite of toasting. Do webpages stop existing when we don’t visit them? Like a tree falling in the forest, or if the light bulb turns off when the fridge door closes, the world may never know. So you can either go ask Mr. Owl, or just look at these links and know they do exist in the moment we want them to.
In “Seeking a Friend for the End of the World” with impending doom, Keira Knightly’s character grabs several records before fleeing her home with the hopes of listening to them one last time. The Essentials is an ongoing series about the ten, in no particular order, albums I would grab in such a similar situation.
I wish I could say it was The Clash or The Ramones or Fugazi that got me into punk rock, but because I was raised in the suburbs of Golden, Colorado I got into punk like many middle-American suburbanites my age, it was Green Day and the Offispring that ignited the punk rock flame. While these bands got me to the party there was one band that made me want to stay and check it out more, and the band was Rancid.