Weezer, "Beverly Hills"

This tune is stuck in my head, for some reason. Weezer is a fun little band. Not a world-changing band like Devo or Rush or The Smashing Pumpkins, but fun.

I read an article recently that said that Hugh Hefner (the founder of Playboy Magazine) can't tell his two newest lovers apart (they are twin sisters, 19 years old). I've seen "The Girls Next Door" once, when I was forced to watch by the people who had the TV remote. I can't tell ANY of Hefner's girls apart. They all look the same to me. Tall, blonde, toothy, with large mammaries. Fine, if you like that sort of thing. I don't, particularly. I like shapely frontal lobes, myself. The number of tentacles doesn't really matter.

The last time I was in Beverly Hills a few years ago, I drove down Rodeo Drive, where all the swanky shops are are selling useless baubles for more than what most people earn in a year. Luxury cars parked everywhere, rich people tottering around on expensive shoes. Only when I was there, both sides of the street were dug up with huge mounds of earth occupying the parking spaces in front of the stores, and they were replacing all the sewer pipes. It was hilarious. I will always remember Rodeo Drive looking like that. And now, so will you.

Anyway. Weezer. Embedding disabled by request, the bastards.