I Can Haz GeritolPosted: September 28, 2007
I don’t want to sound like a cranky old coot, but sometimes I wish the internet would just go away already.
I think I have done pretty well embracing all the fabulous new technology that’s out there. And not just because it’s part of my job, but because I genuinely enjoy making my life more exciting, less complicated, faster, slower, louder, softer, or whatever the “tech du jour” is promising me will happen. Also, I like being hip. (Or “down with it” as we hip people say.)
But lately I am feeling like all the fabulous new technology out there simply enables me. Because I am a pop culture junkie, and I need to get my info on.
I need to know what LiLo, the Pop Tart and Fed-Ex are doing. I need to know about Pearl, the Chocolate Rain guy (and any and all ensuing parodies), and the dramatic squirrel. I need to know that Michael Scofield is back in prison, but a different one, in a different country, and that it’s the band Feist in that catchy new iPod commercial. I need to know that the familiar-looking actress on HOUSE the other night was Kay Lenz, from the 1974 “hippie” movie, BREEZY (directed by Clint Eastwood!)
Keeping up with it all is a full time job. Plus, I already have a full time job. That’s two full time jobs, and frankly, my goal is to not work at all.
Still, I need to know these things. Why? Because, what if someone, somewhere should make a reference to something in pop culture and I don’t get it? That would make me uninformed. Out of touch. Irrelevant. And possibly – old. Noooooo! Please, ye Gods! Anything but that.
And so I soldier on. Each day I visit the 30-plus blogs I have bookmarked, starting with Pop Candy, one of the most uber of all the pop culture sites. I open every e-mail from Very Short List containing the day’s must-see video or CD or book. I steadfastly track down the details about two and a half year old Zahara Jolie-Pitt’s $1,150 handbag.
And at some point, perhaps, I will collapse, exhausted, on the couch, unable to process one more bit of information. And then, I may briefly consider the thought that perhaps my brain has absorbed everything that it can possibly absorb, and I have, indeed, become old. At that point, I may turn to Rick and say ” I can haz Geritol.”
Actually, I was just reading an article about this very phenomenon on a really cool site the other day …