In Sadding Around

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Harrisburg, Pennsylvania today; it’s quite a bit better than I remember it (or maybe it’s just gotten better).  The Federal Courthouse is decidedly unimpressive, but the old brick and narrow alleys have a certain charm.  And the commons before the Statehouse is verdant and encompassing — even under a threat of stormclouds.  So what if the "skyline" screams "Worcester, Mass."; I’ll maintain ’till the end that Worcester ain’t all that bad of a town.

And neither is here.

Incidentally, I’ve discovered a new way for me to be a total prick:  Put IPod in suit breast pocket.  Turn volume up to 11 in order to better ignore world.  Walk with decisive purpose, occasionally shouting out song lyrics — but never enough to give anyone a firm sense of what you’re listening to.  Say, "Fan-tas-tic" to underlings when the IPod is turned off (yet the tell-tale cords remain draped around my necktied neck).  Occasionally scrunch face to people on the street passing by, mimicking that practiced look that accompanies my practiced lies, which tonight may include:  "Merlot?  I find it kinda boring, really."   

Is there a saving grace from such total prickdom?  Perhaps.  ‘Cause, approaching Courthouse security, no one knew that it was Screeching Weasel ("My Brain Hurts") blasting in my ears.

This is your total prick open thread. 

Fan-tas-tic!

18 thoughts on “In Sadding Around”

  6. Is the aphasic post title part of the deal?

    ‘In Sadding Around’ is an old song by Jawbreaker.

  7. rilkefan, i’d love to play your little MadLib up there (the game, not the character), but posting rules forbid the most appropriate labels.

  8. Wow. I guess you never know who is a Mac fan.
    But not a Mac user, save for the IPod. So your notions may remain mostly confirmed.

  11. I think that listening to ‘My Brain Hurts’ is clearly the best part of this entry. What a excellent Weasel record.

  12. When I was hitchhiking between Harpers Ferry and Pittsfield, somehow I got dropped off at and stayed the night in the YMCA in Harrisburg. I think that newer YMCA facilities are not fulfilling their original mission to be a place a young man can stay when he is a stranger in town. The YMCA camps, the swimming pools, and basketball courts are all ok but I don’t think that was the Y’s original purpose.

  13. Praktike —
    Neato Burrito? Passed it, but didn’t go in.
    Peppers —
    I’m convinced that Screeching Weasel is one of the secretly underrated and/or overrated for the wrong reasons bands of the 90s.

  14. Given the number of Seattle-ites on the other thread – I think someone should organize a BBQ at discovery park (or some other place here).

  18. So is “In Sadding Around” an “Inagaddadavida” or however it’s “spelled” kind of title?
    “Remember when we used to make out to this hymn?”

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