Kate's Point of View

The Product of Creative Frustration

Month: October 2004

Taste

Do you ever what accounts for good taste? I mean, I can easily ridicule people who love nothing more than to dance at a wedding to a little Meatloaf or ACDC, but then I go and request that the DJ plays Old Dirty Bastard’s Got Your Money. Who’s to say that’s any better? (Oh, but I think all of my OU friends will agree that it is so much better. And easier to dance to than either Meatloaf or ACDC.)

Many of the people I socialize with are music snobs. They try to stay on the cutting edge of music and keep up with everything that’s deck (cool). I am not a music snob. I learned long ago that I will never be admitted into the Cool Music Club because:

  1. I like a little boom-boom music on occasion.
  2. I like, yes truly like, country music.
  3. Sometimes when I see cool artists play in concert, I think their cool stage presence is silly looking and I giggle. Giggling at the performers at cool rock shows is, I have learned, unacceptable.

So here is what I, a longtime non-member of the Cool Music Club have learned:

  • There is no such thing as cool music. Now, President of the Cool Music Club, read on before you get mad. It’s true, I think, that music just is. And you can like it or not. But really, there is no music that is better than any other. Music, good music, is anything that makes your toes tap. Good music magnifies your mood – it makes you laugh when you’re happy, cry when you’re sad and dance when you’re hyper. Good music gets even the most bashful dancer on the dance floor. Good music is an excuse to dance close to the person you love, the person you have a crush on, the person you want everyone to see you with. Good music accompanies your singing voice perfectly in the car, in the shower and on stage.
  • When members of the Cool Music Club start talking about cool bands and cool songs, and you have no idea what they are talking about, you can easily get by with nodding and smiling. If you are a little more gutsy, when they talking about a good song / group / musician, go, “They’re okay.” It makes you look indifferent and like you have some clue what people are talking about. I have gotten away with this unknowing style of following along in conversations for years.
  • Members and non-members of the Cool Music Club can be friends. They can date. They can marry. What really matters is that you can dance to Old Dirty Bastard’s Got Your Money.

Spittle

I don’t claim to be the most enthusiastic person about this year’s presidential election. In fact, I think this WOTD will only illustrate how unenthused I am about it. Did you watch the presidential debates last night? Were you distracted like I was? Instead of listening to the words coming out of your president’s mouth, were you watching the small bit of spittle that had gathered in the corner of his mouth?

I get that spittle happens, particularly when talking a lot, but a quick flick of the tongue and it could have been gone. Ew.

In the fifth grade I had a teacher – she was also the wife of my dentist, not that you care – who had a serious problem with spittle. Every day while she would teach spittle would gather n the corner of her mouth. I thought she was so pretty, as little girls seems to be prone to think about their young teachers, but that spittle thing made her so icky.

It was hard for me to pay attention to her too.

Shave

My boyfriend and I shaved his cats. Well, really we shaved one. The other one was a scare-dy cat (literally) and darted away too fast. The one we did shave looks fabulous though – all covered in corduroy stripes. For the chicken-ey cat, I have been cutting his hair with scissors, getting a little more hair off with each visit, sometimes just giving him a snip each time he walks by me.

Why cut their hair you ask? Well, for one it’s fun. Also, it makes them fabulously soft. The corduroy cat loved getting shaved! He rolled around like he was getting a massage.

Last week while visiting my boyfriend’s sister and brother-in-law, we tried to shave their cats. Disaster! We were using the brother-in-law clippers and they were old or dull or something. We tried to adjust them but to no avail. And their cats had such think hair! So for one cat we just got a chunk of hair off his back and then he ran. When we went to shave the other cat the clippers got real loud and he arched his back and tried to jump out of our hands.

I have never laughed so hard. What that cat must have thought was about to happen… And those poor cats walking around Florida now with just chunks of fur missing…

A little congratulations to myself here for posting something about shaving cats and it’s not even remotely perverted.

Butts

An apartment dweller, I often wonder what it would be like to won a house. To go through the process of buying a house. To spend my weekends touring homes and getting schmoozed by a realtor, the thought of which makes me cringe, really.

This past weekend while driving through Georgia, I had a horrible thought of what it could be like to buy a house there.

Realtor: I found the cutest little bungalow you just have to see. It has three bedrooms, two full baths, all wood floors. It’s perfect.
Me: Really? Where is it?
Realtor: In this quaint little town.
Me: Okay, but where?
Realtor: Butts, Georgia.
Me: Get out of town. I am not living in a place called Butts.

Seriously, Butts, Georgia, exists. What a horrible name! I think the people from there are so ashamed of having Butts in their license plates that they drive slowly so people pass them. Or maybe they just like driving 40 mph on the highway…

Plates

If you want to buy your loved one a car, go for it. (In fact, if you want to buy me a car, go for it.) However, if you elect that the finishing touch on your gift is a personalized license plate, don’t make it too lame – it ruins the whole gift, really.

For example, for the car you are planning to buy me, you can personalize the license plate to say any of the following and I am okay with it:

  • K8S
  • Kate
  • K8
  • 2COOL4U

Okay, so maybe not the last one, but you get the idea. Here are some that I have seen that are terrible.

  • 4QTPIE
  • FROMHIM
  • FORHER

Also, as a side note, though it doesn’t really apply here in Ohio where we have to put plates on the front and back of our cars, those airbrushed plates look stupid and trashy.

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