Home-Schooled By a Cackling Jackal

Thursday, October 02, 2008

8 Comments:

At 5:17 PM, Unknown said...: What is this Reb?
At 6:33 PM, Collin Kelley said...: JORDAN!!!! I LUV YOU JORDAN!!!! JORDAN!!!!
At 7:32 PM, Unknown said...: No way, it's Joey all the way!
At 8:45 AM, Charles said...: I always liked Jonathan because he NEVER TALKED.

I feel relieved that Joey (probably) has pubes now, so we can all safely obsess over him without feeling gross.
At 9:49 AM, jill alexander essbaum said...: Reb-- Come ON! I mean-- getting all worked up over a lousy rock group? Yeesh, I sure am glad that none of your poets act that way!

;)
At 3:59 PM, RL said...: Charlie, your "never talking" comment is rather apt. Since the concept of boy bands is to offer up different "types" of boys for girls to select and project all their desires onto -- the whole not talking bit is crucial. Cause when they talk -- they shatter the projection, completely ruining it.

Joey did that once during the concert. He commented on the hot body of one of the back-up dancers. They were trying to push a for charity breast-cancer tee shirt that the dancer was wearing. Joey said "the body didn't come with it" and all the women booed -- cause come on, that was pretty shitty to rub in all our faces that our bodies weren't as smokin' as hers - and if if Joey was my projection boyfriend, I would have projected my break-up right there. Cause my projection boyfriend would NEVER make such a crass comment.
At 6:10 PM, Unknown said...: I see said the blind man. It is the new kids on the block all grown up. I thought maybe it was an ad for suits. I thought hey maybe suits are in again.
At 9:45 PM, Unknown said...: I love you, Didi. You are so much cooler than all of us for not knowing who the has-been's are.

Joey was totally my projection boyfriend. He was the youngest and I was in like, 3rd grade, so I didn't even know what pubes were, so that all makes sense. My parents have a video of my singing one of these songs in my bedroom. I've got a side ponytail, my t-shirt tied in a knot, and big fushia scrunchy socks on. There is a Bart Simpson poster on my wall.