This is not a joke

The empire records soundtrack is one of the best albums ever made.

Empire records scored a mere 13% on rotten tomatoes. The movie is really good. To say otherwise would be to betray everything that I have ever come to know and love about nostalgia. Maybe the window is different for every individual in my generation, but there was a period roughly between 1994-1998 that everything i absorbed is amazing to me. Things that are punchlines now; silverchair and bush's first two albums, doug and boy meets world, independence day! This stuff formed me, no matter how hard I will ever try to deviate from it.

So the soundtrack. So 1995 that it hurts. I actually only bought it about a year ago. A reason i didn't buy it back in the day, ironically, is because bands like the gin blossoms and toad the wet sprocket were punchlines to me and my friends. Now the gin blossoms sound so dated that they are one of my "go-to" bands for mid 90's nostalgia. I suggest you revisit your own nostalgic window and rediscover the bands you used to make fun of as well. You might find that for whatever reasons, what used to not be cool to you is exactly what you crave now. the gin blossoms for me were "safe" alternative music, a little too much classic rock and not enough eccentricity . Now i am considering downloading their entire catalog simply to have something to play in the background while i read.

post your nostalgic guilty pleasures in my comments section.

The $3.99 update

So the internet at my house completely disapparated, and I have resorted to having a cup of coffee at my friendly neighborhood barnes and nobles, along with an overpriced internet connection. I'm not cheap, in fact i waste my money on a lot of things. I draw the line with a household internet connection, though. My connection at home is gone, but it was never mine to begin with. i...stole it. My roommates and I decided long ago to opt for the free internet waves coming through our airspace instead. Now it's gone and this $3.99 not only pays for my internet, but i am also recieve a special bonus package that consists of:

-What I can only imagine is the Italian Pop Operatic Sensation, Il Divo, belting out an achingly earnest version of R.E.M.'s "EverybodyHurts".

-Eavesdropping. A woman with a kind old face and a pecan pie voice asking the lucky listener on the other end if they saw the space shuttle pass over us last night. Apparently it was a very beautiful sight. I'm sorry I missed it.

-Trash scattered about my table. I had to scramble to get this table next to the outlet right as the girls that were sitting here got up. They left their garbage, so now to the casual observer i look like I'm on my fourth cup of coffee. The more astute people watcher would notice that I am only typing about 35 wpm and grooving to the lush sound textures of Il Divo, a sharp contrast to the story that the trash on my table would dictate. But that's neither here nor there.

-Public places. I love public places. always have.

I could have easily just played at school and gone up to the internet lab there, but I didn't. Who knows why i do the things i do?