So Bad Its Good

In the gym this morning they had rap playing. I belong to the wrong generation, most rap equals noise to my ears. But this song that was playing, it was so bad, it made it all the way to good. For a long stretch they were rhyming against 'eese' on what seemed like every phrase. After a couple I started chiming in with my own rhyme ending in: "... help me please?" Bzzz, it was "... nasty disease". Me: "... sweet lookin' trees", them: "... the police all my computers they seize'." And on it went, roughly anyway. Fortunately no one could hear me. As embarrassing as it is to admit, I'm not a teenager, I'm too optimistic, and life's been too good for me to grok rap. Just the fact that I used the word grok probably means I'll never grok rap. I wish I caught the artist though.

Which reminds me. I've been off work because of paternity leave, so last weekend we ran up to Pine Mountain Lake with the new baby and the kids, just to get away. Some friends of ours have a vacation place up there and were nice enough to let us stay.

One evening the kids found The New Adventures of Pippi Longstocking on a forgotten shelf behind the TV and wanted to put it on. Tami Erin who plays Pippi looks positively stoned throughout a good chunk of this movie. That combined with some bad singing and the pitcher of margaritas we were drinking made for an absolutely hilarious evening. Dick Van Patten certainly helped in the so-so-bad department. I'm cracking up just thinking about this movie again. Bad. Painful. Hinkty bad. And wouldn't ya just know it, there's a porn version called The Nude Adventures of Pippi Longstocking. It just gets worse! I mean better.