I know I said LAST week was unpublished drafts week, but since I have no Powerbook and feel uninspired to write at my messy excuse for a desk on a clunky full-sized keyboard, and since my sister loaned me Seasons 1 and 2 of The Shield, which I am tearing through voraciously, and since I'd rather watch a bunch of other series that I missed the boat on while they were on TV, like Deadwood and Firefly, I thought I'd dust off another draft and write a couple of run-on sentences to set it up. This piece is significant, not only because it marks the unfinished ending to one story in a collection of unfinished "serials" that longtime readers will recognize as a Nickerblog pattern, but also because it is itself, unfinished. Enjoy. I'm off to a Voice Over audition for Coke that I'm probably not going to get, because the description calls for a deep voice and my voice is more of a mid-range voice. Ahh...Hollywood.
SEPTEMBER 26, 2004
I figured I'd continue the timeline I started in AUGUST. Wow, time slips away. I'm publishing this on the blog now, although I wrote part of it back in October. It's 2001. It's more fashion errors. It's a Space Odyssey. And it was only 3 years ago.
It's easy to be critical of my fashion sense when I was younger. I was a mere lad. I made mistakes. I thought Z. Cavariccis were "fresh." I thought Van Halen painter hats were making a statement. I thought "Huk-a-Poo" brand velour shirts were what all the cool kids wore. I was naive.
2001 however means just four short years ago. Is't possible that I still made mistakes?
Well, yes. Yes 'tis.
So as I near the end of the running 33 year timeline that I've been doing here at Nickerblog, I urge you to do a bit of the same on your weblog. Extra credit for vintage photographic proof. Post an embarrassing clothing story and trackback. Share the pain of crimped hair, tie-dye socks or gray capezios. It's incredibly liberating. No weblog? Fine. Use the comments section of this post.
OK, off to 2001-2004.
