Someone recently called me “a guy’s girl.” While I don’t have a super-long roster of close guy friends, I’m very comfortable kicking back with the boys. In part, it’s because I find them refreshing. And entertaining. Not that I use people for laughs….
I have two brothers. I don’t live with them. So spending time with them at Christmas was really, really great. We’re real-world friends.
They introduced me to cool things like the reorchestrated Zelda soundtrack. They joined me for dinner in front of Die Hard. And I ended up fully supporting the decision to move a computer into the family room just to better benefit from Star Trek’s Blu-Ray experience.
I Pledge Allegiance to the Plaid
My brother Nathan gave a speech on plaid at bible college. Yes, PLAID. I am so proud, you have no idea. Especially considering he got top marks. Yep, over the students talking about suicide and schizophrenia.
No Money, No Problems
Joel solved my student-debt problem:
I rob a bank and head to a country with a low cost of living that won’t extradite me. From there, I write the story of my bank robbery, sell the book and the movie rights (with the condition that I write the screenplay), star in the movie about me, have McDonald’s create Happy Meal toys in my bank-robber likeness, become so famous that the Prime Minister pardons me, return to Canada to have my debt wiped out, and get hired by an American agency to do something very cool.
Like The Moffatts?
For the first time in family history, the three siblings held a four-hour jam session. One that included a full sound system and Christmas decorations. We all survived. We have a band name, but it’s currently too good for us to use in public. We will one day change the world with our cover of this song:
He is like a Mountie, he always gets his man
And he’ll zap you any way he can — ZAP!
I Heart Plumbers
Mario is great. And gets greater every year. And even though I continue to mercilessly kill his brother Luigi, he still announces cheerfully, “It’s-a me, Mario!” Fun stuff I’d buy if I wanted to buy a boy flowers, or had money to burn, or planned on marrying a gaming boy:
Don’t Mess With Me
Joel told me my 2010 resolution should be to quality for Canada’s Women’s UFC. It doesn’t exist. Nor should it. I would die.
I Miss Ska
My cooler-than-I brothers introduced me to Streetlight Manifesto, Arkells, Death Cab for Cutie and Thrice. And then accused me of turning a punk/country song into something “contemporary.” Ouch. Sometimes I can’t help it; I sit down at the piano and Michael W. Smith takes over.
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While the Supertones, Insiderz, and Five Iron Frenzy all may be long gone, ska-punk is not dead yet – there’s no reason to miss it! Look up bands like Catch-22 and the Mad Caddies.
-Josh