Apologies to any who do not follow Joe of the Millions. You can skip to the next paragraph. Upon watching the first episode, my friend Scott said, “Melissa will win. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my entire life.” Well, last night’s episode permanently discredited any beliefs in Scott’s clairvoyance because Melissa got the boot. She and her unflatteringly curly black hair got sent packing. She reminds me of someone I used to know who I can’t stand, so I had some illogical schadenfreude watching her go. Now there are only two left: Sarah, foot fettish p*rn actress, and Zora, psycho.
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When I walked by the Hells Angels this morning, I made eye contact with an aspiring member who moves their vehicles every morning in compliance with the street cleaning laws. I see this gentleman every day and have noticed that he wears the look of somebody who likes to make conversation with strangers. As I adjusted my headphones and passed, he asked why everybody had those things, referring to my walkman. I told him it was to block out the street noise and agreed that they were a touch silly. He then asked if I was listening to The Strokes. I wasn’t, but I had their disk in my bag, so to keep the conversation rolling, I told him I yes. He then told me the names of all the members of The Strokes, noting the only one that was actually good (the drummer), and which one had just married Drew Barrymore (one of the guitar players).
He continued that they suck, they are his friends, and even they admit that, yes, they suck. He went on to explain that their powerful manager had brainwashed me and that the band would soon be broke due to certain excessive behaviors. He used first names for everyone we discussed, but I can never remember dropped monikers.
We concluded that a new band would be created to replace them and I headed off. I hope he tells me something else tomorrow.