Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Long Overdue Congrats

Big ups to Floridian Kelly Slater on winning the A.S.P. World Tour for the 9th time in his career. 9 freakin' times! This is absurd. No one in the history of surfing is even in the same ocean as this dude.

Also congrats to CJ Hobgood for finishing 5th in the world. Let me mention that he's also from Florida.

Radio Free Europe

College Radio stations were teh bridge that linked us from the sweet radio sounds of AC/DC and Van Halen over to the Roaring 90's where some quality music was again being played on big radio stations. I absolutely hate that what is pumped from the mega wattage antennas into our cars and homes has been a carefully crafted, board room approved, psycho analyzed study to keep mind-fucked people tuned in to a steady stream of one and two hit wonders.

If you need a supremo College Station to listen to when you're attempting to write a post that won't bore the fuck out of readers check out 88.1 in Lexington, KY. Even if you despise a song or an entire set you can still take heart in the fact that the college kid spinning the records hasn't been paid off by a record exec with a bag of money and cocaine to promote the next Britney album.

NOTE: If there's something you want to hear that fits into the genre they happen to be playing give them a buzz at (859) 257-WRFL. The DJ's are for the most part accommodating.

Monday, December 29, 2008

Don't Hurt Precious

.....don't mean to continue being all YouTubey, but this delightfully disturbing song/video cracked me the hell up. I'll be figuring out the guitar chords a little later and get ready to unleash a cover version at an open-mic-night.

Nation's oldest dude checks out

RIP Mr. Francis, one of the last remaining folks from the original "Lost Generation". Can't say the last few babyboomers will be as missed as this man should be.

Where they at these daze

In case you're wondering where the Top Gun crew are now here you go.....yeah, I had a suspicion you didn't care either.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Anarchy in the UK

Damn, they're a bunch of boomer dicks in England (this asshole claims to be a GenXster, but we know better).
With his usual penchant for hyperbole, Martin Amis claimed on the Today programme last week that “a kind of civil war” is looming between the generations. Baby-boomers, he said, have enjoyed the best of the economic upswing of the 1980s, growing rich on property and investments and basking in their final-salary pensions, and now their children will have to pay for it.

Raised lazy and irresponsible on the fat of their parents’ achievements, these Generation Xers are crashing back to earth facing likely redundancy, the possibility of never owning their own home and the task of caring for their ageing parents – a population set to outnumber the working young. Which means that the notoriously selfish Generation X will have to dig even deeper to fund the National Health Service, social care and state pensions for the vast army of postwar babies who have frolicked through the past 50 years. Result: burning resentment and even violence.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Random Xmas Remembrance

Very sad Latchkey Man during Xmas 1988 when my high school girlfriend went to visit her family in Argentina. Jeebus, how pathetic a 16 year old heart can be. Although, I will always remember her as a super cool chick and we did 'learn' a lot together.

So Merry Xmas to you "K" wherever you are......

And she did introduce me to The Sugarcubes (figuratively, not literally) so this is for you:

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

The Brothers Davies Xmas

Expect lotsa music over the next week

Holiday mode is eclipsing blog mode throughout the internets. If you hate YouTube blogs just skip this place over the next week or so.

....this grainy video taken from a VHS tape left in a humid attic for 2 decades may be the most beautiful 1.5 minutes in Hardcore history. H.R. became part Iggy Pop, Joey Ramone and James Brown if they were forced (and able) to procreate.

Monday, December 22, 2008

Teh Rotten Box

Babyboomers are shown to be a pack of potato chip eating layabouts watching their blowhard idols Oprah and Bill O'Reilly:

Put another way, the older you get, the more you watch, according to a new report from Deloitte, millennials, the generation of 14- to 25-year-olds, watch just 10.5 hours of TV a week.That compares to 15.1 hours for those belonging to Generation X (ages 26-42), 19.2 hours for baby boomers (43-61) and 21.5 hours for matures (62-75).

Why don't they go outside and play a little shuffleboard like old goons are supposed to do.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Random Remembrance

2nd semester of my sophomore year I was broke. I mean really broooooooo-ke. For 2 full days all I ate was hot dog buns (just the bread, I didn't have the coin for the cheap cylinder-shaped meat).

I needed food, so I took it.

The Saturday following my "bun diet" I went to a lively house party that some frat dudes were throwing. I purposely armed myself with barely strung together justifications to loot the place- "They have nice clothes. This house isn't cheap to rent. Look at their cars in the driveway, these dudes have plenty of money." I stayed late that night, well after the partygoers took off. Near daylight the last of the residents finally had enough boozing and politely threw me out.

Unbeknownst to them I unlocked a side door they'd latched after the party died. For a half hour I waited down the street shaking from the cold, waiting for the bastards to be passed out..............I returned, ready to give them a lame excuse had I been caught- "Uhhh, have you seen my keys? I've seemed to've misplaced them...".

No one woke up. I found a fresh garbage bag and loaded up. Everything edible in the fridge and freezer went in the Hefty. The cupboards? Cleared them out, too. As a testament to how hungry I was I left the beer behind. Yes, an 19 year old college kid with a confirmed alcohol problem was so starved he didn't want to take up space in the getaway bag with booze. I was that fucking famished.

Sorry dudes. If you figure it out it was me I promise to take you grocery shopping.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

This is the lamest article on all the 'internets'

I don't care if this azzhole was born in 1970, she is forever barred from being a GenXster. I'd rather drag my nutz across a mile of broken glass than have to read this again.

“It’s so great to be a member of Generation X,” I said to my husband last week on my 47th birthday. He’s 51, a member in good standing of the baby boom generation.

“What are you talking about?” he asked.

“It’s so great to be a member of Generation X,” I repeated more loudly, thinking that perhaps he hadn’t heard me the first time. I smiled sweetly, as one does around the elderly.

“If you’re Gen X, then I’m Gen X,” he said.

“You can’t be Gen X, you’re 51,” I snapped.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Boomers are forever obsessed with proving they have a bigger cock than us

Neil Howe, co-author of a joke of a book about GenXsters once again displays why he should have a full canister of pepper spray unloaded on him.
Whatever you call them (I'll just call them early Xers), the numbers are clear: Compared with every other birth cohort, they have performed the worst on standardized exams, have acquired the fewest educational degrees and have been the least attracted to professional careers. In a word, they're the dumbest.

What's beyond Neil is he's never been above insults that hurt his credibility as a 'generation expert'.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Tryin' to be objective here

Teh primary reason I started this silly blog was to chronicle Gen X in an honest manner. What I fear is that some dopey high schooler from Generation BB or beyond will do a school assignment on Gen X, find this blog long after I decomposed and determine all Xsters were bitter Metal Heads. This is not so much the case. Yeah we were angsty, but among dickheads like me was a sub genre of hip-hoppy, happy, clubbing hipsters.

Another contribution Florida made to the sound coming out teenager's cars was Booty Music. Think booming base, packed dance floors, and lyrics that directly engaged or eluded to sex. Now, down memory lane.......

It blew up here:

It probably peaked with the 69 Boyz (probably better known for Tootsee Roll - I just can't stand that song):

A steep decline followed this song's success:

At least you get the sense these artists weren't full of self importance as the 'glow stick crowd' were.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Need your ass kicked?

GenXsters will be forever linked to nutty activities- we popularized mountain biking, bungee jumping, the X Games, et cetera. If you want a daily challenge I rec'd you try Cross Fit for your workouts. The activities are designed to enhance all levels of your fitness- endurance, strength, speed, balance, agility, timing. Each day they post a 'Workout of the Day' (WOD) that normally combines several different exercises that will always keep your body guessing.

As a meathead I've done it all - - football, powerlifting, body building - - and I've never had my body respond as well as when I started Cross Fit in May. Since I began I have gained 5 lbs, but my waistline has decreased. Translation: I put the weight in lean mass, not fat.

Most appealing is you can do this at your own pace. You compete against your own times and don't worry bout anyone else. Extremely cool to me since I have an issue with my ticker that causes some dizzying issues under major stress.

Check it out!

Monday, December 8, 2008

X vs Y: No not male vs female chromosomes

It's so cute how positive they are. I suppose this is the end result of having a "Baby On Board" sign to protect them as kids.

It’s a bit of a generation game when it comes to appreciating the implications of the global recession, with Generation X workers who were born in the Sixties and Seventies fearing the worst, while Generation Y workers who were born since the Eighties are feeling no fear.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Goin' on now

Case your interested: VH1 is currently airing the 100 greatest songs of the 90's. I forgot how much crap was sprinkled in with the jems.

More Cocksuckery

Silly Tommy. He thinks there's a chance that the babyboomer CEO's and government office holders are going to do the right thing with our money.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about Tom Brokaw’s book “The Greatest Generation,” that classic about our parents and their incredible sacrifices during World War II. What I’ve been thinking about actually is this: What book will our kids write about us? “The Greediest Generation?” “The Complacent Generation?” Or maybe: “The Subprime Generation: How My Parents Bailed Themselves Out for Their Excesses by Charging It All on My Visa Card.”

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

This time we didn't forget the gravy....

This cartoon parallels the Babyboomer/Gen X relationship nicely. Hopefully the final scene will also be accurate.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Boomers will never learn that they're very replaceable

Here's some classic concern-trolling. This prick totally ignores all of the many negative boomer traits and then goes on to advocate the Millennials skipping GenXsters in obtaining leadership positions.

Silver hair, pension funds and personal memories of a Kennedy assassination are not the only things our struggling economic engine will lose when Boomers settle into the quiet life. Boomers hold the majority of major leadership roles in the workplace, and their retirement creates a leadership gap that must be filled by the next generations. The question is whether or not their successors are up to the challenge?

Monday, December 1, 2008

Few More Things

I didn't realize that my first post on L.M. was over a year ago?

Also, I'm kinda creeped out that nearly 1,000 peeps have checked out my profile.

Thanks to the folks that find this decrepit corner of the net worthy of adding me to their blog roll (LT Nixon, Barefoot and Progressive, JenX and whoever else I don't know about).

Lastly I did a post on Operation Yellow Elephant of a real degenerate pig-weasel if you're interested in reading about the lowest members of the food chain.
(Note: that's a pic of me above -- the orange one with the glowing eyes)

Reminds me of that 80's movie

I don't mean to continue on with financial shtuff, but this is going to haunt us if ignored.

I’d never taken an accounting course, never run a business, never even had savings of my own to manage. I stumbled into a job at Salomon Brothers in 1985 and stumbled out much richer three years later, and even though I wrote a book about the experience, the whole thing still strikes me as preposterous—which is one of the reasons the money was so easy to walk away from. I figured the situation was unsustainable. Sooner rather than later, someone was going to identify me, along with a lot of people more or less like me, as a fraud. Sooner rather than later, there would come a Great Reckoning when Wall Street would wake up and hundreds if not thousands of young people like me, who had no business making huge bets with other people’s money, would be expelled from finance.


Tanta from Calculated Risk died of cancer yesterday.

Tanta worked as a mortgage banker for 20 years, and we started chatting in early 2005 about the housing bubble and the changes in lending practices. In 2006, Tanta was diagnosed with late stage cancer, and she took an extended medical leave while undergoing treatment. At that time I approached her about writing for this blog, and she declined for a simple reason – her prognosis was grim and she didn’t expect to live very long. To her surprise, after aggressive treatment, her health started to improve and she accepted my invitation. When she chose an email address, it reflected her surprise: tanta_vive ... Tanta Lives!