Today’s question comes from a comment by SteveHoltsmtr in last night’s Open Thread. She asked obviously hip Crasstalkers for some recommendations for good podcasts. So let’s all compare notes here. What is your favorite podcast?
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I remember it like it was yesterday. OK, not really, there has been a lot of drinking between my first date and today, but here is what I do remember.
Nearly everyone is having an interesting week, and not in the good way. My office is packing up to move and we’ve condensed everyone into the corner near my office. They are all LOUD TALKERS and I’m probably going to lose my mind. I am listening to good music and looking at lolcats. So tell me,
how do you reduce stress when drugs, alcohol, and porn aren’t an option?
Everyone remembers their first ‘real’ concert. The one that took place in an arena, stadium, or at least a decent sized theater. Not the one that took place in the concourse at the mall. That doesn’t count, and you know it.
No, the first real concert is an unmistakable experience. For me, it involved piling into my grandfather’s ’77 Pontiac Grand Prix, making the two hour trip to Star Lake Ampitheater in Pittsburgh, and taking in Van Halen on their ‘Balance’ tour. Okay, so it was Sammy Hagar era Van Halen, and I was 15, so my father was the one who accompanied me, because, secretly, he wanted to see Van Halen as well. However, I got to test out my driving on the freeway chops, and despite my feelings about Sammy Hagar, I remember it being a high energy, loud, professional show. Even if I had to endure such songs as “Can’t Stop Loving You” (seriously, watch a video of Hagar signing “…Loving You” from around that era, he looks like Michael fucking Bolton), they offset it with enough “Panama” and “Jump” to satisfy the 12-year old inside of me that remembered roller skating to those songs. Yes, I had nostalgia at 15, so what?
What do you guys remember about your first concert?
If you’re like me and you live in a sprawling plastic sunbelt butthole, you probably spend a minute or two every single day thinking about how fucking lucky some people are to live in cool places that aren’t basically just endless strip mall parking lots.
What’s Your Dream City To Live In?
If you asked me this question 10 years ago, I would have said Paris. Franchement, les meufs de Paris sont superbe. Nowadays, though, I’ve decided that, despite its many many shortcomings, the U.S. really is the best country. I think I’d go for either Santa Cruz or San Francisco. California is just bonkers and despite my East Coast loyalty, I wouldn’t mind walking around town wearing knee-high socks and flannel shirts with only the top button buttoned.
It’s Monday morning and you’re probably sitting in your cubicle, fluorescent office lighting burning your eyeballs, drinking burnt coffee and wondering how the hell you got here. Remember back in the good old days, when you spent most of your time decorating your dorm room with Boone’s Farm bottles and batik tapestries? You had such sophisticated taste back then.
What was your favorite dorm room poster?
So even if you didn’t go to college, you probably at one time were a dumb kid with an even dumber poster on the wall. Let’s here about it!
I once had a housemate who was considerably older than me and when he moved out, he gave me the GREATEST POSTER EVAR. I still have it in my attic, in fact. My ex-wife tried to burn it numerous times but I managed to rescue it. True art is worth saving.
You can’t see it in the picture, but he actually parked his Rolls in front of the Virginia Department of Welfare.
OK, movie buffs film geeks, we know you read Cahiers Du Cinema every week and masturbate to Akira Kurosawa retrospectives. So let’s talk auteurs…
Who’s your favorite movie director?
So don’t give us a laundry list. Let’s hear the one director whose movies you’d want to have on a dessert desert deserted island.
Since I’m a child of the 90s and still fondly remember going to see Pulp Fiction at the movie theater there on Rt. 30 in Wayne, I’m going with Tarantino. I still consider “ENGLISH MOTHERFUCKER, DO YOU SPEAK IT? to be right up there with the greatest all-time movie lines.
So who’s your favorite director?
It’s Friday, so let’s talk about highly relevant subjects.
We all have a favorite liquor. There’s always that one liquor that we consider an old, reliable friend. That one friend who’s always there for you in times of trouble such as when your hound dog died, your woman left you or when you first found out that Charles In Charge didn’t get renewed for another season.
What’s your favorite type of liquor?
I’ve always wanted to be a suave, debonair Latin playboy who smokes cigars and wears those Cuban shirts with the four pockets on the front. Seriously, Cubans. FOUR FUCKING POCKETS. You are geniuses.
Anyway, I personally love rum. Rum comes from distilled sugar cane and it makes you feel like a pirate who ARGH can do what you want, plunder whatever booty is nearby and possibly end the night with a Spanish doubloon stuck between your ass cheeks. Fun times.
Quick tip: If you can find it, I highly recommend the El Dorado line of rums from Guyana. They’re made with demarara sugar and have a great, carmely flavor that is perfect with a bit of Coke and some fresh lime.
So what’s your lubricant?
Wouldn’t it be cool to have an eccentric, rich, childless uncle die and leave you something awesome in his will? Why don’t uncles ever turn out like that? I would love to be that one uncle who dies and leaves my nieces and nephews with all my awesome toys classic automobiles. Which brings us to today’s QOTD….
What classic car have you always wanted to own?
There are so, so many tough choices here. Would I love a Mustang GT Fastback like McQueen in “Bullitt”? FUCK AND YES. Would I thoroughly enjoy driving around in a Mercedes 300SL with the gullwing doors? GOOD LORDY I WOULD.
But there’s one car that I would murder an autistic child to get, and that’s a 1973 Porsche Carerra RS with the the classic Fuchs wheels. Here, I even found a picture. SHE SHALL BE MINE, SOMEDAY.
So what would you put in your fantasy garage?
Welcome to the Crasstalk Question of the Day. Each morning we ask you a different question and you the Crass Nation provide an answer.
Today’s question is for you vain, vain people.
Who’s the celebrity you most resemble?
Now, you don’t actually have to look like Corey Feldman or Li’l Kim. You just have to resemble them more than any other celebrity. In fact, you don’t even have to say “I’m a poor man’s…..” We already assume you’re not quite as dashing as George Clooney or stacked like Pam Anderson!
I think my CIMR would have to be Brian Austin Green. Yeah, he’s way better looking than I’ll ever be, but I’m fairly sure I could rap better than him.