the Context Kid rides again

I'm in line for the Yankee Cannonball this afternoon with Lisa and I'm thinking about which car we should sit in, so I lean over and ask her "So, do you like it in the front or in the rear?"

There was a pause.

The riotous discussion that followed also included, for further education, a brief lesson on why coaster enthusiasts can also ask each other "So, what's the best woodie you've ever ridden?" and get away with it.

Lisa is a very good sport.

IN THE INTEREST OF FULL DISCLOSURE

A great many people on my friends list have been posting either embarassing high school pictures or embarassing angsty teenage poetry (or both for maximum hilarity) and I figure, well, I'm not one to follow a meme but this can't possibly be a meme since it doesn't involve Quizilla or dubious JavaScript, and since I'd already beaten all you trendmonkeys to the punch with regards to the embarassing pictures I could consider myself quite a bit of a trendsetter and thus dispense with the awful teenage poetry post-haste. And I won't have to feel like a bandwagon-hopper-onner.

The only problem is that I wasn't one for angsty serious knife-to-wrist poetry. No, I preferred to be sarcastic. I wrote sarcastic songs in terrible rhyme, getting all the concerns I had right off my chest and straight into the Yamaha keyboard I had. Noah and I thought we could get on Dr. Demento with our stuff. Perhaps we could've, with the right song. This may or may not have been one of them. I think we wrote it in 1991.

With that in mind, I present, almost fully-recalled and nearly-fully-annotated for noo an por nistenin peasuh, ( The 90210 Blues )

Glad I got that off my chest! Tune in next week when I bring out even more screeds against 90210 that we wrote. Golly.