The Story of Sneezy & Tacky
Mr. Bir Toujour ordered the movie "Session 9" from Netflix. He has band practice tonight, so when I got home from work Mr. Bir Toujour was gone...but Session 9 was there. I am very jumpy right now because I just finished watching it. All of you scary movie fans should do the same if you have not; though it has a made-for-TV feel at times, Session 9 is about 10 times freakier than other "scary" movies that have 20 times Session 9's budget.
It was silly to watch the movie alone. Now it's late and I had to turn on all of the lights in the apartment just to keep myself from getting freaked. Even the Lou Barlow song at the end of the movie is scary. When Mr Bir Toujour gets home it will be a relief, but he has a habit of trying to open the front door all sneaky-like. Any! second! now!
This blog has a very silly name. I realize that, and I think it's only fair to explain where the name "Sneezy & Tacky" came from.
My friend Kelly and I grew up in the same town (Marietta, OH--word) and met in 6th grade. In 8th grade, Kelly went away to boarding school, but we remained in close contact--in fact, I think it cemented our attachment to each other. During the school year we'd write to each other, but in the summertime--when we were once again both in the same town and there was no long-distance rate to contend with--we spent the whole summer talking to each other on the telephone. 8 hours a day. It was a full-time job for us, really. It drove our mothers nuts when they tried to call from work, because the line was always busy.
We had meaty conversations (about boys, mostly), but we also discussed what videos might be on MTV at the time, or one of us would describe an issue of Sassy magazine to the other. Since neither of us had a car and we didn't live withing biking distance, we had to made due by hanging out over the telephone.
We came up with brilliant ideas together. Some of them were names for bands that we could be in (never mind we didn't play rock band instruments and didn't know anyone who did), and some of them were for articles for our zine.
Understand that we never, ever produced one issue of a zine. I had never even seen an actual zine, only read about them in the hallowed pages of Sassy. It sounded cool, though, and we got as far as creating nomes de plumes for each other: Lefty (me) and Brown (Kelly).
So "Lefty & Brow"n was going to be the name of our zine. Kelly even drew up a masthead on a sheet of notebook paper with her blue fountain pen (I knew no one else who used fountain pens). But one day Kelly called me with a sense of urgency, spilling her story into the phone.
"I was at the mall, and walking by PharmX. They had things displayed in the window--big tins of popcorn, cleaning products, stuff like that. But they also had these awful lamps in the shape of cheap plastic dolls with lacy southern belle skirts and huge lampshades that were lacy, to. They were, like, these doll-lamp things that lit up and stuff. They were s-o-o tacky! And right as I walked by them I had a sneezing attack that lasted about a minute. I'm totally serious."
"Whoa!" I must have said.
And then Kelly would have said "So that's it!"
"What's it?" I'd have asked.
"Why, Sneezy & Tacky! That's the name for our zine."
It was silly to watch the movie alone. Now it's late and I had to turn on all of the lights in the apartment just to keep myself from getting freaked. Even the Lou Barlow song at the end of the movie is scary. When Mr Bir Toujour gets home it will be a relief, but he has a habit of trying to open the front door all sneaky-like. Any! second! now!
This blog has a very silly name. I realize that, and I think it's only fair to explain where the name "Sneezy & Tacky" came from.
My friend Kelly and I grew up in the same town (Marietta, OH--word) and met in 6th grade. In 8th grade, Kelly went away to boarding school, but we remained in close contact--in fact, I think it cemented our attachment to each other. During the school year we'd write to each other, but in the summertime--when we were once again both in the same town and there was no long-distance rate to contend with--we spent the whole summer talking to each other on the telephone. 8 hours a day. It was a full-time job for us, really. It drove our mothers nuts when they tried to call from work, because the line was always busy.
We had meaty conversations (about boys, mostly), but we also discussed what videos might be on MTV at the time, or one of us would describe an issue of Sassy magazine to the other. Since neither of us had a car and we didn't live withing biking distance, we had to made due by hanging out over the telephone.
We came up with brilliant ideas together. Some of them were names for bands that we could be in (never mind we didn't play rock band instruments and didn't know anyone who did), and some of them were for articles for our zine.
Understand that we never, ever produced one issue of a zine. I had never even seen an actual zine, only read about them in the hallowed pages of Sassy. It sounded cool, though, and we got as far as creating nomes de plumes for each other: Lefty (me) and Brown (Kelly).
So "Lefty & Brow"n was going to be the name of our zine. Kelly even drew up a masthead on a sheet of notebook paper with her blue fountain pen (I knew no one else who used fountain pens). But one day Kelly called me with a sense of urgency, spilling her story into the phone.
"I was at the mall, and walking by PharmX. They had things displayed in the window--big tins of popcorn, cleaning products, stuff like that. But they also had these awful lamps in the shape of cheap plastic dolls with lacy southern belle skirts and huge lampshades that were lacy, to. They were, like, these doll-lamp things that lit up and stuff. They were s-o-o tacky! And right as I walked by them I had a sneezing attack that lasted about a minute. I'm totally serious."
"Whoa!" I must have said.
And then Kelly would have said "So that's it!"
"What's it?" I'd have asked.
"Why, Sneezy & Tacky! That's the name for our zine."
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