Let me start by saying that until about one week ago, I hated the state of Texas for the most part.
If you ask me the reason? I have none. That’s my favorite part about so much of my reasoning in life. I just irrationally back outlandish statements with absolutely zero rationale or logic. Let me go through some examples of this.
- I believe that picking up a penny on a sidewalk will bring you good luck, but only if it is heads up. If it is tails, I just figure you’re going to die and/or you will pee your pants in a crowded room or something. Why? That’s a stupid question, and don’t ask that (that means I have no reason). Also, in no possible way have I considered that picking up a penny on a sidewalk will not bring you luck but, in fact, hepatitis. My theory is obviously more logical than that.
- I don’t like the taste of a salad, yet have not even attempted to eat one since I was about seven years old. In other words, I’m basing much of my current health on the fact that I didn’t like the taste of something 20 years ago when I also: a) thought I was a magical warrior because I owned a plastic sword and b) did not know that Santa Claus was in fact not a real human being and would not possess the ability even if real to own magical flying deer and a small satchel that apparently held presents for the entire population of the planet. Got that? I thought this was a completely logical proposition. So good thing I haven’t tried salad since. Way to stick to your guns, Drew.
- To this day, I believe that Anne Hathaway will logically be into me if and when she does meet me. I feel that when she does meet me, she will see that I’m a good guy who has excellent music taste, and because of this we will go on charming yet hokey dates, like maybe bowling (because then she’d be just like us…obviously) and/or a funny senior bingo night at a local rotary club (it’d be so charming because I’d show her that we can just have fun and not worry about her being famous while also laughing and making old people smile). See what I did in that one? I showed you that I’m completely out of touch with reality, and have in no way factored in that this entire theory is not only creepy, but that it is also creepy.
So when I began watching Friday Night Lights this past week during the “oh my god I’m going to die” sickness, I did what I always do: found a completely irrational line of reasoning to rationalize the fact that I am now in love with the state of Texas based entirely on my love for fictitious characters living in a fictitious town living out fictitious relationships that I completely relate to my own real life. Wow.
I just really appreciated the fact that I changed my entire opinion of a STATE in the UNION because of a television show about high school football players. Sometimes, you just can’t make this shit up.
In honor of this, Rocket Shoes Mixtape 13 will be named in my new obsession’s honor:
As always, you can download the mix here.
Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.
(Yeah, I’m quoting my friends on the Dillon Panthers. If you were cool enough to forge friendships with fake teenagers on television, I bet you’d do the same.)
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Comments ( 5 )
You almost pulled me out of hiding with the Dyson love, but when FNL is brought up in the same sentence as “worried”, I must de-lurk. FEAR NOT! Unless you’re worried about Tyra and Landry. Or Lyla Garrity. Or *le sigh*, Tim Riggins. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – I am IN LOVE with Friday Night Lights. Like, I don’t just love that show-I’m iiiiiiiiiin love with it. Deep, abiding love. Now I’m vicariously in love with you too.
skance added these pithy words on
Oct 22 09 at
4:48 pm
If it makes you feel any better (and I bet it won’t), I also believe that if Anne Hathaway and I ever met, we’d totally be best friends. I probably shouldn’t admit that on the internet, because what if she read this? I mean, then she’d never want to be friends because I would seem totally weird and creepy, right?
Anne, if you’re reading this (which you are not), let’s be buds. I really think we’d get along, in a totally not creepy way. Really.
Kim added these pithy words on
Oct 22 09 at
5:14 pm
Is it me or does Lyla Garrity TOTALLY have cankles in that picture?
Jules added these pithy words on
Oct 22 09 at
11:55 pm
Lyla, while hot, is essentially dead to me. She’s worthless when you have gems like Julie Taylor and of course, THE HOTTEST WOMAN ON TELEVISION Tyra Collette. Lyla would have cankles. Maybe she can ask Jesus to fix that. (I may kill season 3 to find out if she does this in the span of one weekend. I’m scared for my own health.)
Drew added these pithy words on
Oct 23 09 at
10:30 am
Supposedly, Lyla Garrity is engaged to Derek Jeter in real life. And because I cannot separate real from TV, I can’t believe she could tear away from Tim Riggins’ the love machine (so what that he is a loser, boy is HOT).
Excellent show…also the first time I had ever watched a show where I 1. related to the parents (not because I am one, but because I think they’re probably not too much older than me), and 2. thought the parents were smoking hot, almost more than the kids.
[[ps...heard about your blog through SFist, and laugh out loud every time I read it. Carry on the good work]]
Annie added these pithy words on
Oct 27 09 at
2:51 pm
My name is Drew. I live in San Francisco. I just want someone to invent a hoverboard. Until then, I'm gonna rant about everything and make mixtapes. You should hang out. K bye.
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