The Real Jeff Orr: Gives Some Advice To The Local Media

If you're doing a news story about the library's censorship of pornography, then you might want to avoid saying, "...leaving the current policy firmly in place." That is...unless you want me to giggle like I'm 13.

...that is all...

The Real Jeff Orr: Notices Random Shit

Have you noticed that they updated the stencil for the bike lane guy? They gave him a helmet...

Now I could go into a big long rant about how this symbolizes our governments long decline into a "nanny state" and blah, blah, blah...snoooozer. I'll simply tell you that my first reaction upon seeing this updated symbol was, "Why did they turn the bike guy into a Chinaman?"

...my second reaction was that the person in charge of bike-lane-signage must hate bicyclists and was trying to subliminally tell everyone that, "Bike riding is for dickheads"

The Real Jeff Orr: Gushes Over TMBG Once Every Two Years

I got Netflix back in January and added a ton of stuff to my queue. Four months later and I pretty much have no idea whats coming to me as I return movies. So on Thursday along comes a little documentary that I haven't seen in years. Gigantic: A Tale of Two Johns, the documentary about They Might Be Giants. The documentary is fantastic, but it always has the rather nasty (for those in close proximity to me) side effect of rekindling my love of TMBG. I rummage through my completely dishevled CD collection and pull out all their old stuff and give it a listen. Going back and listening to songs you loved years ago and hearing them from a different perspective is sometimes really incredible. Sometimes you come away with a completely different interpretation of the song and sometimes the song just transports you back to the state of mind you were in years ago when you listened to it over and over. The thing I really enjoy about TMBG is that your constantly discovering new things about their songs and when you finally "get" the "meaning" of a song it gives a real feeling of satisfaction. Their songs are so light and seemingly inconsequential that I never really bother trying to find any hidden meanings, so when I finally gain a deeper understanding about a song it's like it comes out of left field. Then there's just this torrent of understanding about the song that causes all the other parts to make sense on a completely different level. It's almost like putting together a puzzle and your about to put the final piece in only to realize that there's something on the back of the piece, so you turn another piece over and notice that there's something on the back of that piece as well. So you flip the entire puzzle over and realize that you've been looking at this thing from the side, and now all the pieces all mixed up again and you have to reconstruct it. When you finally put this puzzle together again you're completely baffled that, not only did it work out but the picture it creates is ten times more beautiful then you first thought. I still remember being blown away when I realized that Birdhouse In Your Sole is about a night light...I just sat there with a wild look in my eyes saying, "Bullshit! Bullshit!..." over and over again.

I think this is why I love things like Futurama and Arrested Development. Going back and viewing things again with a new understanding is simply divine. Oh yeah...and a good pun is one of my favorite guilty pleasures.

My rediscovering of TMBG is unfortunate for those around me because if you happen to catch me in a rather chatty mood I will not only talk your ear off about, but I will then take your ear home with me and add it to my ever growing ear collection. I also make long pointless posts that I don't bother proof reading...and that don't have satisfactory endings...