Watched Blink 182's new video for "Bored to Death" and
am currently torn in two directions like a Stretch Armstrong doll. The song is
repetitive and the lyric "Life is too short to last long" is one of
those maddening statements that's clearly meant to sound profound, but really
is just self-defining (it's like saying "Fire's too hot to be cold").
But at the same time, damned if the scene of the angsty punk boy scratching
messages into his desk and his bleach-haired girlfriend jumping around
listening to oversized headphones and them skating in the parking lot doesn't
leave my early 2000s mallcore heart screaming. I'm surprised I didn't combust
into a cloud of AIM icons featuring Sally the Ragdoll and skulls with little
pink bows on top.
