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Guidelines?

By the way, I work best with self-imposed guidelines. So.

 

1. Smiths lyrics must fit naturally into the course of conversation. (This often means I will have to direct the conversation back to myself. I generally have no trouble doing that.)  I am allowing myself to alter them slightly for purposes of grammatically correct tense or gender.

2. Lyrics must be spoken, not typed or sung. While I do a great Morrissey impression, I will not sing lyrics to another person for humor's sake. This belittles the experiment. Also, it would be really easy to type Smiths lyrics to Craig every time I talked to him online, and I don't like doing things the easy way. If Craig wants to participate in an October Smith lyrics conversation, he's going to have to call me.

3. The goal is to be marvellously melodramatic and unsuspectingly ridiculous. So yeah.

Day One: Mom

Mom: So what are you doing today?

 

Me: Ummm... well I was planning on sitting behind my computer all day and attempting to type a personal statement. But there's too much caffeine in my bloodstream... so I guess I'll study for the GREs or something.

 

Mom: Why don't you take a walk or something and calm down?

 

Springing lyrics on my mother the first day was a little difficult so I opted for the easy way out.

 

As I said to Craig, I'm hoping that by about day 10 it becomes something like second nature to me.

 

So far I listened to "Nowhere Fast," "Some Girls are Bigger Than Others" and "The Boy with the Thorn in His Side."

OCTOBER IS NATIONAL SMITHS MONTH.

It is in my head, anyway.

 

In an attempt to stop listening to the excess of Jarvis Cocker and Justin Timberlake that has ruled the late summer, I've decided to begin fall by listening to The Smiths every day in the month of October. As an added challenge, I am going to quote The Smiths every day in conversation to unsuspecting and suspecting friends, coworkers and strangers. This will be my record of my adventures with Morrissey and Johnny Marr and the other lads.

 

I will be the first to admit that my life is not particularly interesting, and I am hoping an excess of The Smiths will bring lots of melodrama to the little world I live in-- or at least some sense of assholish humor.

 

I am not a Smiths megafan. I don't even own all of their albums (note: I will accept donations of Meat Is Murder or any Morrissey solo albums). I will never be a Smiths megafan, mostly because I am not fourteen and I do have something of a life... there's just a lack of real spice to it.

 

So I'm calling on Morrissey. Who wouldn't?

 

Also, I've just decided that Morrissey should play Batman in the next Batman movie.