Insubordiknit

Hell's bells

cause ya gotta have friends

This was yesterday at Air and Space. Damn cute eh? We had the pleasure of taking one of the twins with us and it was a blast. The kids were amazing together and fun was had by all. We walked, we talked, we lauged, we picniced and thankfully the kids slept through the grueling 2 1/2 hour drive back to Baltimore. We got caught in the terrible traffic where we edged along at almost 1 mile/hour, passing overheating cars and through the tinny smell of radiator fluid. Poor old Blue Emma was full hot on the temp guage and we thought we were done for when teh check engine light came on. However, that old volvo pulled through and the temp dropped like a homemade biscuit once we started flyin.

It did provide us valuable time to consider a shirt we saw on a clean cut young man at the museum. Picture the old AC/DC logo, right? the slash is kinda a lightning bolt, right? a sharp and pointy S shape, right? Now picture the AC says JE and instead of DC it says US. Like this one. Now I'm not a metal head anymore, at the ripe ol age of 30 that's like 17 years behind me (I had an older brother to learn from), I'm also a complete devotee of non-violence, but even now, I had the immediate urge to KICK. HIS. ASS

So, on the torturous drive home, the converstation inevitable turned to this kid and what it would be like if my 13 year old self had gotten in his 15 year old face -- 'cause I do things like that, though it's usually for something righteous.

Nu uh. AC/DC is totally cooler than Jesus. It's totally uncool to mooch their singage dude. Like Jesus would never sing Highway to Hell, or Hells Bells, or Big balls, and if he did, he'd probably ruin it with allegories, hyperabolies, and you know, lessons (I was pretty smart back then too, which is a lethal combo, a brain and no common sense). Humph, I bet he'd sing 'highway to heaven' or some shit, would he get Michael Landon to sing back up, maybe do some little dance steps, ohhh, Kit could drive circles around them and toot it's little horn instead of the real and totally bad-ass sound effects.

I'd like to say the conversation in the car ended there but unfortunately much time was spent changing all the AC/DC lyrics we could remember into songs Jesus would sing, Holy deeds done dirt cheap, (no more) Sin City, Kicked in the teeth (and nailed to a cross), beating around the (burning) bush, You Shook Me All Night Long (didn't even have to change that one, cause,y/k, Mary Magdeline),What do you do for Money, Honey (again, Mary M), Deep in the hole (Mary M, you guessed it), and finally and to just alienate the remainder of my 3 readers -- Let me put my love into you.

Posted by jacey at June 25, 2005 07:09 AM