tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post927301084069428999..comments2023-10-26T02:08:37.015-06:00Comments on Every Day I Write the Book: What Is the Deal With. . .kacy faulconerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09690060274994621199noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-30083557532251133392010-07-24T22:32:21.023-06:002010-07-24T22:32:21.023-06:00Laser shows are for stoners.
Baton twirling was k...Laser shows are for stoners.<br /><br />Baton twirling was kind of a 1950-1980s thing, doncha think? Or maybe it's just one of those 10-and-under cool things in every generation.<br /><br />I don't think coolness and churchiness are mutually exclusive, but it all depends on your definitions. My definition of coolness has always included religiousness ("JEWISH BOYS!"-Mary Catherine Gallagher), so that's convenient.<br /><br />My definitions of freaky and scary also include another degree of religiousness, so it's a fine line. But I am sure you'll always be on the coolside.<br />Way to put the kids first, btw. I always say, "It's my daughters' time to be cute and fashionable; I am retired."Jamiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03981388823737554845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-50230516504617430122008-01-02T11:27:00.000-07:002008-01-02T11:27:00.000-07:00Kacy, you're cool and always have been (I have pic...Kacy, you're cool and always have been (I have pictures to prove it).<BR/><BR/>In an effort to promote marital bliss--and "world peace" in general--I watched Miss Congeniality with my wife last week...Needless to say, the winner of that beauty contest did some amazing things with a flaming baton!<BR/><BR/>Frankly it's a lost art. Thanks for bringing it back from extinction!Jared Roperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09647811574478173565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-37195617683519323562007-12-26T08:08:00.000-07:002007-12-26T08:08:00.000-07:00Most things were way different in the 1950's. Gla...Most things were way different in the 1950's. Glasses weren't cool. Period. If you wore glasses, which I did, you were "four-eyes." Unless, that is, you were already cool, which I wasn't. Then you looked smart and studious in your glasses, which was cool. But the glasses themselves weren't cool. There weren't "styles" of glasses. There were just glasses.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-73691614727427330612007-12-26T07:14:00.000-07:002007-12-26T07:14:00.000-07:00Wait a minute.Coolness and churchiness are mutuall...Wait a minute.<BR/><BR/>Coolness and churchiness are mutually exclusive?<BR/><BR/>Damn!<BR/><BR/>Oh and batons were only cool if they were the kind you could light on fire.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-81462325128068390082007-12-25T23:43:00.000-07:002007-12-25T23:43:00.000-07:00When I played baton, for one month back in 1983, t...When I played baton, for one month back in 1983, the girl who was explaining how to use the baton said it was like scooping ice cream. That's why I feel I'm qualified to say that vanilla and chocolate was an allusion to scooping ice cream.<BR/><BR/>Cher once said, on her Behind The Music special, that being uncool is the worst thing in the world.Carinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13859567470814286102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-37598521704715094912007-12-22T15:20:00.000-07:002007-12-22T15:20:00.000-07:00A Mia Maid in our last ward was a baton-twirler......A Mia Maid in our last ward was a baton-twirler...not a super great one and incidentally, not a super cool kid. But yes, they do still exist.Abbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11434420834031973641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-10358176443589326252007-12-22T10:46:00.000-07:002007-12-22T10:46:00.000-07:00"I have to actively pursue churchiness over coolne..."I have to actively pursue churchiness over coolness..." (Rolling my eyes...sure...like that's gonna happen...)<BR/><BR/>Batons? TOTAL accessory...Especially if you made those yarn pom-poms to go on the ends...Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18308067748781060331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-13473966901248093822007-12-22T10:40:00.000-07:002007-12-22T10:40:00.000-07:00I don't really think that this new endeavor is goi...I don't really think that this new endeavor is going to be possible for you. I mean, no one else could make a hot water bottle so cool. No one else could think of using monopoly money for food. Your relationship with Adventure People is one of your greatest attributes. Nope, it ain't gonna happen. Sorry, the poo jokes are going to go on forever.Heidi Tottenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09275976895033550120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-90296037289411164242007-12-22T08:26:00.000-07:002007-12-22T08:26:00.000-07:00Ditto on Amy Winehouse. To me she's like the devil...Ditto on Amy Winehouse. To me she's like the devil in drag. Pretty scary! I think Ben has been talking to Owen- my sweet little guy has been running around the house chanting "underwear-underwear" for the last 10 minutes.<BR/>What is up with that?Jennahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05995872507959987970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-53302927345033856352007-12-21T19:36:00.000-07:002007-12-21T19:36:00.000-07:00Isn't the baton more of a sport? I remember going...Isn't the baton more of a sport? I remember going to my cousin Kristin's baton lesson. I also remember being really jealous that she could twirl it awesome.<BR/><BR/>I salute you and your desire to tune down your coolness for your children, but you are pretty cool so that will be hard to measure. If you want to start with Ben, I suggest stopping the poo jokes.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01246546379295509018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-91869249593712683872007-12-21T16:16:00.000-07:002007-12-21T16:16:00.000-07:00I was quietly sitting in PDX reading this and list...I was quietly sitting in PDX reading this and listening to my iPod and then when I got to the phrase "And lastly, batons." I laughed out loud and dribbled Diet Coke. Now my fellow passengers are hoping that I am not sitting be them because they are afraid of me.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12286940423496605473noreply@blogger.com