Friday, July 23, 2004
When people in Michigan go on vacation, more often than not, they go "up north." I guess it's nice up there. I've lived in Michigan for five years now (Christ on a bike, has it been that long?), but I have yet to go "up north" for any extended period of time. So, tomorrow, I'm heading "up north" for a week. Yeah yeah, I know: my whole summer has been slacking and vacations. So what? Anyway, back next week with a more proper description of "up north." Updates until then are possible but doubtful.
Other random notions from this week:
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Monday, July 19, 2004
However, Comerica gets a big thumbs down on ballpark food. Perhaps going to PNC Park in Pittsburgh last summer spoiled me -- they have those big sloppy Primanti Brothers sandwiches in the park, and just about all the food I saw looked surprisingly good -- but unless you want a $4 hot dog or some stale Cracker Jacks, there's very little in the way of good food at Comerica. Yeah, there's a mall-ish food court, and we got a gyro, and it wasn't bad, but it was no Primanti Brothers, I'll tell you that. Comerica also loses points for having a carousel in the park. Yeah, it had tigers instead of horses, but come on! It's a baseball stadium, not friggin' Six Flags. I say, teach kids to watch baseball. They won't learn anything going around in circles.
Oh, and the Yankees lost, which was the important part. I wasn't really rooting for the Tigers, but it's like those t-shirts that lots of kids used to have when I was younger: "I root for two teams: the Mets and whoever plays the Yankees."
Thursday, July 15, 2004
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
All of us here at amyscoop.com wish to extend a merry, happy, prosperous, and all around fabulous Bastille Day to all of our French friends. We would like you to know that despite the current American sentiment toward your people and your country and your culture, we here at amyscoop.com like the French. We like your style. We like your accents. We like your intangible, unreproducable, irreverent je ne sais quois. We like your crusty bread and your fruit tarts and that buttery chicken we've never actually tasted but have heard so much about. We like your books. (Thank you, or rather, merci Mr. Sartre, for teaching us about being alone.) We like the idea of falling in love in Paris, or perhaps buying a charming little chateau where we can spend winters thinking and writing and drinking wine with names we can't pronounce. To be frank, we can do without all the smoking, and we're not especially crazy about impressionism, but we like what it all stands for. In short, we like what you're all about. We hope to visit soon. Until then, happy Bastille Day. We'd say it in French, but we never learned how.
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
I know that back in October, after complaining about spending ten hours watching I Love the 80s Strikes Back, I asked when I Love the 90s would be ready. But you had to know I was kidding. Wasn't it just the 90s, like, a few years ago? Come on! VH1, you have to give people time to forget about stupid trends and bad music and such. I'd say you need to give them at least 20 years. Why? Because when you remind people about how stupid they were 20 years ago, they think, well, that was 20 years ago and I'm much smarter now. But when you remind people about how stupid they were five years ago, they still get embarrassed!
I am embarrassed, VH1! You are reminding me that I used to listen to grunge music, even though I only pretended to like it because I thought it was cool. You are reminding me that I had some concern over the whole Y2K thing, and even though everyone else was worried and most people were way more worried than I was, it all seems so dumb now! You are reminding me of all the stupid things I did and liked and wore just a few years ago, and it's just too soon.
Look: I knew it was coming. I know I said I was kidding when I asked about the 90s series, but really, I knew your people were doing their research (if you can call it that) even as I typed the words. And yes, I could have written a letter in protest before you were even finished, not that I think it would have done any good. The truth, VH1, is that I will watch every last minute of I Love the 90s -- probably twice. The truth is that I am a sucker for instant nostalgia, and I kind of had a good time in the 90s, and between you and me, that Hal Sparks is a babe on wheels. But deep down, VH1, I am embarrassed. I implore you, VH1: wait until at least (at least) 2019 before airing I Love the 00s. Please. For all of us. Go back to making more episodes of Behind the Music. I like to hear about how things were falling apart backstage. It never gets old.
Thank you for your time
Friday, July 9, 2004
He picked us up on the strip, which apparently isn't so legal in Vegas, as drivers are only allowed to pick up passengers at taxi stands, which are almost all located at hotels. As soon as we got in, he turned up a Dean Martin CD to full volume, started singing "That's Amore" in a reasonably good voice, and encouraged us to sing along! Then "Volare" came on, and he really encouraged us to sing! And then he asked us what other songs we liked, and as we start to tell him, he pulls out a microphone (a microphone!), turns a few knobs on the cab stereo, pushes a few buttons on the microphone, and all of a sudden a karaoke version of "I Will Survive" starts playing through the cab speakers, and he's singing, and you can hear his voice through the speakers too! He called it "cabbie-oke." My mom and I were laughing hysterically as he tore through "I Can't Help Falling in Love with You" (the man could really sing like Elvis!) and then got my dad, who couldn't carry a tune in a padded case, to butcher "Yesterday" so badly that John and George certainly spun a little. By the time we got to where we were going, we were exhausted from laughing so hard. How come cab drivers in New York don't carry karaoke mics?
The other thing I did in Vegas that was awesome was cruise on and off the strip on a kicky yellow Dazon Diamondback scooter that I rented from Sin City Scooters (business motto: "Scooters, Baby!"). Even though I've wanted a Vespa for a long long long time, I had never ridden a scooter before. But, they gave me a quick ten-minute lesson and a cool Italian-style helmet, and I was off. And it rocked! Now I am seriously considering buying one of these Dazons for myself. I know I can only ride it a few months out of the year, as Michigan's climate isn't really ideal for scooter riding, but they're so much fun! And at 122 miles per gallon, it's like four times as efficient and infinitely cooler than my little Civic. So I'm looking into it.
Wednesday, July 7, 2004
But yes, there were good things about Vegas. For one, I walked quite a distance one night (like three miles, I think) to get a picture of the famous "Welcome to Las Vegas" sign here. And there was other stuff too. What other stuff? Check back tomorrow to find out.
Tuesday, July 6, 2004
Significantly less cool was Las Vegas. More on that tomorrow.
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