In 1988, white kids in Snohomish County, where I grew up, could only admit to liking two rap songs. This was a spoken rule. I'm the Man by Anthrax, the other was this:
Posse on Broadway by Sir Mix-a-Lot.
That Taco Bell closed about a year ago, for what it's worth. Dick's Drive-In is one of the still existing things - as opposed to people, obviously - in Seattle that I expect to miss in times ahead. It's actually, last I heard, about the only place to get fast food in the neighborhood, which I think is bizarre. For what it's worth, most of the time I've written this blog, I lived about a block for said burger stand.
And here's Jonathan Coulton in Austin. For better or worse, this is probably closer to who I am today.
Ok, closer to what I always was. I was never had a def posse. I don't even think I ever had a bunch of dudes. But I've grown up to stop imagining I might be something different than I am.
Which isn't to say what I am isn't as good or that I'm not going to rock what I am as hard as I can...