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Friday, February 17th, 2006
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7:54p - Cred
Debate my street cred like a normal person, goddammit!
To help you out:
On the pro side - I have a lot of Frankie Yankovic CDs. Or CDs with Frankie Yankovic on them. In one of them, he plays the accordian with Drew Carey, a man whom I found attractive until his book came out. Only someone with massive cred could take a daring risk like that.
I have special stripey toesocks. The socks clash with themselves.
![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif) bureinato once got me and hpsf_phoenix a really, insanely ugly, technicolor-blinding shirt, which I wear, recreationally, without a trace of irony. I found out two years later that it's really a men's pajama top, which explains a lot.
I have archiving skills, Dewey Decimal skills, OCLC skills, and I'm sure I'd be pretty good with a bowstaff.
I have groupies. Hot ones.
On the con side - By the time I learnt to properly use "izzle" in a sentence, Snoop had pronounced it passe.
I'm not sure you can have cred if you can't even figure out where your jacket is and it's really, really cold outside. Shivering cuts down on the badass factor.
I play the bodhran, which is as uncool as you can possibly get in the music world. Morbidly obese acne-ridden sousaphone players won't even share their Twinkies with us. Fiddlers drink whiskey like it's water; guitarists get cool tattoos and date models; bodhran players publish scholarly articles. About folklore, for God's sake.
I don't sleep with my groupies nearly as often as I should.
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