My friend L and I are discussing a bar she wants to go to. It turns into a geek-out:
L: Have you been? It’s very cool.
NC: Personally, I don’t really like it. It’s a bit dingy and dark for me.
L: Oh come on, you must have some Indie chick in you…
NC: Do I look like I have indie chick in me? I’m about as far from indie chick as … well anyone. I listen to classical music for god’s sake. Only today, I order a new recording of Hadyn’s Trumpet concerto.
L: So? I listen to classical. I go to the opera by myself. I’m still an indie chick.
NC: Yes but you are cool. I am sad little geek who listens to music that over 50s like.
L: I went to The Buddy Holly Story with my parents, knew all the words, and enjoyed it more than them. Your turn.
NC: I go to book signings. Of books I’ve never read. By authors I don’t know. Just because I want to try out new things. That’s sad.
L: My best birthday present ever was on my 18th when my parents took me to see John Denver.
NC: I’ve seen the Wurzels live.
L: I own Jason Donovan’s autobiography and will buy his new album when it’s released.
NC: I have albums by Peter Andre and East 17 in my collection
L: My sister and I are booking a holiday to stay in the house from The Sound of Music.
NC: (that is so cool by the way) I have 123 subscriptions in my google reader (and if you don’t know what that is, it means you’re DEFINITELY cooler than me)
L: I have no idea what that is. Damn.
NC: I am a sad old loser and you’re not. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA And the fact that I have “won” this competition and I am gloating shows that I’m even sadder than I thought!
It just confirms my fears. I am a loser. I have a secret side of me that no one knows about (and of which, this blog is part) and I keep it well away from people I “know”.
Are you uncool? What are your deep dark uncool secrets?
Okay, you asked for it:
I have the theme songs from most of the James Bond movies in my iPod.
I hang my head in shame…
my xm radio in the car is programmed to alert me whenever Barbra Striestand’s You Don’t Bring Me Flowers comes on any xm station.
Beat that!
I think my absolute addiction to blogging and the refusal to let anyone who actually knows me, preferring to open myself up to complete strangers, whose visits I then gawp at on sitemeter…is probably my most uncool secret.
Or is blogging cool yet? I don’t know, I can’t keep up.
A deep dark secret which makes me uncool. Well, actually this isn’t much of a secret but I prefer staying in on the weekend by myself than going out most of the time…
I took a break today from working so I could watch the demo of Google’s new browser, Chrome. (Anyone following me on Twitter knows that.)
That’s the geekest thing I’ve done. Ever. Period.
I just came upon your blog, so to comment on something dark and uncool in my life is a ‘jump in with both feet’ kind of thing to do.
Okay… dark and uncool….. I once yelled at a traffic controller (the people at construction sites with the stop/slow signs – you know the ones – with the bleached blonde hair, too tight jeans, and a cigarette in one hand). She got mad first, then I lashed out at her…. it’s dark and uncool because I never get mad like that at people I don’t know – not to their faces anyway. And because I said something really lame and not at all smart like it went in my head later.
So google reader isn’t cool? Damn.
I love my GR.
I like to think of myself as a music officianado, and I still have an odd thing for Ashlee Simpson.
And I think hanging out and playing with my three year old brother is the most fun thing in the world
honeypie, my whole life is uncool. The winning amount of total uncoolity is however…i work in IT, you don’t get less cool than that
I’m uncool too. I’d rather stay in and read or watch movies than go out. And I’m 21 going on 50.
UB – I would argue that that is actually quite cool. Most men have an obsession with Bond anyway. I draw the line at Goldfinger though. Stupid film, stupid song. Not uncool
VBC – You win. Without even seeing the other entries. I watched a video of said song and… it’s dire. *applaud* you are the loser
Uncool
Paiula – I don’t think you’re alone there. Not uncool.
Robbie – I have to say that I also had a look therefore I’d be damning myself if I said you were uncool. Therefore, we are both cool.
Heidi – Hello. Thanks for popping by. It’s always the case that you think of something witty and interesting to say after the event.
Toni-Marie – Ashlee Simpson? Ooo, I don’t know if I can let you off there. Although I listen to the Wurzels (google them and listen to them, then you’ll see what I mean) so I think you may be cooler than me.
LizSara – That is quite sad but not sad enough. Many of my good friends work in IT and they are not uncool.
Sleepyjane – see comments to Paiula above. Not uncool
My dear nutty: I don’t want to stray off topic but Goldfinger is the BEST. C’mon! Shirly Bassey? You can’t beat her. First, Bond almost has his penis halved by a laser and later in the film he converts a lesbian, Pussy Galore, back to heterosexuality with his superior lovemaking skills. They don’t write ‘em like that anymore!!!
UB – Feel free to go off topic. That’s allowed. There is a very personal reason for me not liking the Goldfinger theme tune. But it’s silly so I’m not going to mention it.
Needless to say, it just makes me laugh therefore I can’t take it seriously as a song. I also can’t stand the “Nobody does it better one” – reminds me of an advert over here in the UK for a truly awful restaurant.
Hmm. Well, seeing as how it is actually considered “cool” to be “uncool” nowadays (hello… geek chic…) I would have to say that my most uncool secret is actually caring what other people think of me. Of wanting to wear wackier clothes and be so hip I can barely see over my own pelvis (Douglas Adams quote!woo!) but worrying that I will get it a bit wrong and be uncool in an uncool way rather than a cool way.
Also I still would rather watch Charmed than almost any other programme on TV. That is definitely not cool.
P.S. After having written that I am beginning to feel that the word ‘cool’ is deeply strange.
Leonie – I too love Charmed. I think that makes us both cool. And yes, “cool” is a weird word. Who made it up? Why? Why is it a good way to describe something which is good or ok? Arg. So many questions.