Anyhow, the song plays along, with the girl, Alexis Killacam, speaking in rapid, broken-thought, rambling commentary about club-going, some dude named Jason, but mostly how she is going to post another lovely photo of herself to the internet where, and she’s not commenting on this, but you know five years from now, when she is looking for a job, she will have forgotten about her long-forgotten Instagram account, because, really, who will be using Instagram in five years, and her potential employer will see these wonderful photos and not hire her.
Fine, I’m coming up with my own story for this girl, back to The Chainsmokers.
In my in-depth analysis of The Chainsmokers, I’ve come to find they are a DJ due from New York City, one of the born the year I graduated from high school (Ugh!) who came up with the song on a lark. They wanted to spotlight the conversations they would hear in a club, and sure, capitalize on the term “selfie.” Smart dudes.
The song is kind of funny, is going viral, of course, and my guess will go away in about a month. As much as this song will be gone, it’s still kind of difficult for DJ’s to break into the world of the mainstream, so I’m wondering: Will we hear another song from The Chainsmokers?

Our dog, Milo, recently had a birthday, and some of his friends on Facebook wished him a “Happy Birthday.” Yes, that’s right, he has a Facebook page. He thanked those who wished him the best for another year, with his traditional “Woof!” at the end, and as he is now older than I am, clocking in at a 49 years, he wonders if he should maybe shut down the page. Okay, he’s not wondering that, right now he’s probably just wondering when I’m going to give him his breakfast while I’m typing this, but his introduction into Facebook wasn’t out of my being a “trying to treat our dog like a human” thing, he ended up with a page simply because I was in full Farmville mode and needed more “neighbors.” His having a page helped many a time, through the proliferation of “…ville” games, and even into the Candy Crush era, but it was kind of funny, as his posts would show up on my wall as “Liking” the latest game, that my friends would undoubtedly become “friends” with Milo.
Now that pitchers and catchers have duly reported, as well as the rest of the players, it’s that time of year when, unless your basketball team is great, or you are a hockey nut, your sport’s thoughts are probably drifting to baseball, because, as James Earl Jones says in
Sitting in front of the TV there was an add for Shen Yun at the Chicago Opera House, which I guess is also where the Lyric Opera happens in Chicago, and it occurred to me that one of the weird things on my bucket list is to go to an Opera. I don’t really know why. I guess part of it is that scene in “Pretty Woman” where Richard Gere explains to Julia Roberts that some people enjoy the opera, but for others, it becomes a part of their soul, or something like that. Also, back when I used to work in downtown Chicago, I would walk past the Chicago Opera House and sometimes the backstage doors would be open I would be fascinated by the stage props that I could see. Part of it also probably has to do with my enjoying a good musical, and although different, what the hell.