Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Morrissey Is a God

On growing old: “Age shouldn’t affect you. You’re either marvellous or you’re boring, regardless of your age.”

[This one hits home today. Some more piss-slow pensioner bores held me up in line at the pharmacy over lunch. Fuckers. Old people always have 1,001 questions at the pharmacy. I was shooting them the side-eye and shit. Just because you're an old creak doesn't mean you need to hold everybody else up. When I'm old, I'm going to go against stereotype and rush everywhere. I'm going to be a lead foot. I mean, I'm going to remain a lead foot.]


The Dish said...

You and me both, Sistah.

mrs. miss alaineus said...

i wish i knew you like a year ago- i have a couple of smiths gems still i can mail to you if you promise to take really good care of them-
hateful of hollow rough trade pressing before they got popular over here. it may be a first pressing. i also have three versions of louder than bombs and the 45 rpm of 'how soon is now'.

i loved me some smiths back in the day and still listen when i feel all melancholy and shit. you like joy division at all???? now that was my shiznit in 12th grade!

the walking man said...

I was at the Drs. with the old lady today and this old fucker missed his appointment YESTERDAY. The counter chick told him to sit and they'd try to fit him in. He was cool with that and even smoother when she gave him a bunch of forms to fill out and he got two different women in the waiting room to help him fill them out.

The old fucker had it all going on, who would figure that doctors office was the place to hit on chicks eh?

Sarcastic Bastard said...

Miss A.,
I am okay with Joy Division. I don't love them as much as Morrissey and the Smiths or Rufus Wainwright though.

Love you.

Sarcastic Bastard said...

Walking Man,
The elderly are a pain in my ass.

Kathleen Scott said...

Yup, it's hard to wait.

I'm a little more patient now because I found out some years ago by personal experience what old-age-dithering was like. I was creaky and slow after radiation for breast cancer. Then a couple of treatments into chemotherapy, my gray matter turned into chemo-brain. I couldn't finish sentences or make decisions--like what can to take down from the shelf in the grocery store or whether it was safe to go when the light turned green.

I hated being slow and witless but I couldn't do any better.

I hope to avoid wearing those moccasins for many more years but I'm better at reminding myself now of how much harder life is when you're diminished.

And having said that, I still wonder why they come to the store when it's rush-hour for working folk?

Put The Lotion In The Basket said...

I bumped into him literally in a store in London, he was very sweet and apologetic at having nearly knocked me over.
Can't say I am mad on the music though, dude sounds like he has a bad back.

Sarcastic Bastard said...

You are a sweetheart.