Same Old Shit
MADISON, WI (YIFTM) – It seems my West Coast partner has been in a retrospective mood of late. His articles have reeked of sentimentality and nostalgia; each one comparable to a big gigantic bear hug. He gets that way from time to time, especially when consuming large quantities of Jack Daniel’s (although a word of caution: his limit is 6, any more and those hugs turn into punches.)
Well, he’s manipulated me into reminiscing of times long since past. Memories that we’d like to forget, but unfortunately cannot because we really haven’t changed much over the years. You see, history has a way of constantly repeating itself amongst friends; certainly for immature ones like us.
Yeah, I Figured That Much began as an attempt to capture the ongoing electronic dialogue between two friends. What started out as daily emails snowballed into Word documents detailing the lunacy that is Jerry and George in quote form. Soon, news articles (both fabricated and stolen), photos, mariachis, and daily musical selections followed…the ‘cut and paste’ feature has never been so abused.
What follows is a history lesson of sorts…a brief intro to the origins of ‘this thing of ours.’ From it, we hope that you loyal readers perhaps will gain an appreciation and understanding of what we’re trying to achieve through this publication. At the very least we sincerely hope your disgust will turn into pity.
NGL: Hey, thanks for letting me keep my bike in your backyard during school. I’m not sure if I ever thanked you for that.
CRW: Probably not…although understandable, what with trespassing through Gerry Dolajeck’s backyard and throwing rocks that crash in windows leading the two cowards(us) mad-dashing to Ms. Balsiger’s class for a game of paper baseball.
NGL: Shit, you were with me when I threw that rock, huh? The irony? The people who owned that garage were Lueptows. I distinctly remember conversing about Tool Time and making the stupid statement that I preferred Pepsi over Coke because of the Cindy Crawford commercials while on those short, but memorable journeys from your house to school…but paper baseball?! That’s the best since AKA Fiaca. What the fuck was/still is wrong with us?
Indeed…what the fuck was/still is wrong with us? Is it a Peter Pan complex? Or a tale of two immature and frightened men constantly clutching their respective and shared childhoods in the hopes that those memories will overshadow the impending call of MATURITY?
Yeah, it’s probably all of that, but mostly it’s because we here at Yeah I Figured love to laugh…especially when it alienates and confuses the hell out of others.
Anyway, enough with the side track to sap town. Let’s get back to business…
Well, he’s manipulated me into reminiscing of times long since past. Memories that we’d like to forget, but unfortunately cannot because we really haven’t changed much over the years. You see, history has a way of constantly repeating itself amongst friends; certainly for immature ones like us.
Yeah, I Figured That Much began as an attempt to capture the ongoing electronic dialogue between two friends. What started out as daily emails snowballed into Word documents detailing the lunacy that is Jerry and George in quote form. Soon, news articles (both fabricated and stolen), photos, mariachis, and daily musical selections followed…the ‘cut and paste’ feature has never been so abused.
What follows is a history lesson of sorts…a brief intro to the origins of ‘this thing of ours.’ From it, we hope that you loyal readers perhaps will gain an appreciation and understanding of what we’re trying to achieve through this publication. At the very least we sincerely hope your disgust will turn into pity.
NGL: Hey, thanks for letting me keep my bike in your backyard during school. I’m not sure if I ever thanked you for that.
CRW: Probably not…although understandable, what with trespassing through Gerry Dolajeck’s backyard and throwing rocks that crash in windows leading the two cowards(us) mad-dashing to Ms. Balsiger’s class for a game of paper baseball.
NGL: Shit, you were with me when I threw that rock, huh? The irony? The people who owned that garage were Lueptows. I distinctly remember conversing about Tool Time and making the stupid statement that I preferred Pepsi over Coke because of the Cindy Crawford commercials while on those short, but memorable journeys from your house to school…but paper baseball?! That’s the best since AKA Fiaca. What the fuck was/still is wrong with us?
Indeed…what the fuck was/still is wrong with us? Is it a Peter Pan complex? Or a tale of two immature and frightened men constantly clutching their respective and shared childhoods in the hopes that those memories will overshadow the impending call of MATURITY?
Yeah, it’s probably all of that, but mostly it’s because we here at Yeah I Figured love to laugh…especially when it alienates and confuses the hell out of others.
Anyway, enough with the side track to sap town. Let’s get back to business…
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Side track to Sap Town. Population 2.
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