My dad, good old Davey boy, has a post on his golfing blog about ball markers. You might like to know that as a general thing. But also: he mentions that his least favorite marker has a logo for something called Starr Pass, and he doesn’t know what it is but won’t Google it because it’s too boring. I like this idea, so I’m going to start keeping a list of things I refuse to Google. In addition to things that are too boring, it will be for:
- Things I wonder about but would rather not know, and it’s a curse that in these modern times I can look them up whenever I want to.
- Things I always think about and tell myself to remember to Google, but which I never make a note of because this time I really will remember to Google them.
- Okay, that’s the list! Looks too short to justify having these bullet points but remember that I already mentioned things that are too boring!
My current NEVER-GOOGLE LIST:
1. That Gym Class Heroes song from last year, the one about a stereo: is it called “Stereo”? This is the song where the conceit is totally blown up in the second verse. In the first there’s a pretty good attempt to put relationship stuff into music-y terms: “If I was a dusty record on the shelf, would you brush me off and play me like everybody else.” In the second they just describe things about boomboxes: “if I was fifty pound boombox, would you hold me up in front of the cops” and “all I ask is that you don’t get mad at me if you have to buy mad D batteries.” I think they even say PURCHASE mad D batteries. Separate issue, but equally horrible.
2. That same song, is the guy singing the chorus Patrick Stump of Fall Out Boy? Because he sang the chorus on their other hit from long ago, and I can imagine some conversation about let’s get back in the studio and capture some of that magic again because who are we kidding, it was really great. It was phenomenal.
3. What Nate Silver looks like.
That’s all I have right now, but I’ll update as I go along, living my life. Which should be easier now that I’ve kicked these boring things away from me and down into a dark trap-hole, like some person who’s been following you around and you’ve finally had enough.
And because I can’t Google Nate Silver, here are pictures of Patrick Stump:
