Steve: Lemme dramatize a conversation between me and my dad:
Brandon: (Scene - an upper middle class house somewhere in Tampa. Let's listen...)

Dad: All these hurricanes are George Bush's fault... he never signed that Kyoto treaty
Steve: Dad...I really don't think it works like that
Brandon: (dancing begins)

Dad: Oh you think you know everything...
Steve: No... I didn't say that
Brandon: (Steve's dad glances furtively at Steve from behind a tree)

Dad: Just because you have that laptop you think you're SO SMART
Steve: uhh... yeah... I guess so... whatever
Brandon: (two flowers touch)

http://www.melathepro.net/Videos/Happy%20Fun%20Day.wmv    

Brandon: Man can be measured by his treatment of the living beings that can't defend themselves. I read this passage about how when Man was sent out of the Garden of Eden, the animals never were; therefore, if we mistreat animals, we kinda forsake any friends we might have as we travel along the trajectory of history. Interesting, huh?
Steve: Oh...what? I was out punching the dog.

My boss casually remarked that he had once been to the Patriot's stadium, for a Nine Inch Nails concert, when I told him what I was doing this weekend (seeing a Foo Fighters concert). I played it off really well, in his Lexus, on our way to a client meeting, looking at his leather briefcase, and picture of this family on the dash. Immediately, the words to "Closer to God" came back to me, and while they played out in my head, an eerie silence descended on the luxury vehicle, speeding along through time that I felt I was losing at a speed greater than the suggested Maryland highway limit of 55 miles per hour. As we continued, I started intensely hoping that although we shared similar tastes in music, there had to be so much more separating us than the dual climate control zones.

See, I really don't want to grow up and when I see things around me changing, it makes me want to jump out of a tinted, automatic window. Looking back on the music that was out when I was younger, I see that it's now being used on broadcast TV as evidenced by the use of Green Day in the opening segment of the US Open on USA (an unlikely and implication-laden decision). TV, don't you know you're only supposed to use crap music to sell your crap? Everything else I'm okay with - fashion can evolve, buzz-words can advance and retreat, technology can continue its unabashed, unintended mutating of the human race, but let me keep my early 90's music, brooding and angst-filled as it may be.

On another note, today Steve told me "You are the living end":

Steve: ...you are the living end
Brandon: what does that mean anyway?
Steve: I dunno... saw someone say it on TV. It's good though.
Brandon: So, I am the embodiment of the end. If The End were a person, I would be him. Someone inform the Internet, I AM THE END.
Steve: YOU ARE THE OMEGA
Brandon: It makes sense, though - if I die, The End dies with me. Therefore, I would HAVE to be the "Living" End.
Steve: You cannot stop Judgment Day, Brandon
Brandon: If I were sent to a retirement home at some point later in life, I would be "Mr. Assisted-Living End"
Steve: You know what I hate? Metaphors gone horribly wrong
Brandon: So, you're saying you want us should kill the living-end. You know you can't do that, though - I'd come back as "Night of the Living End"