Hand on the glock

Hi friends. Can we all get together and rise up against the fucking glockenspiel? Seriously, this once obscure Teutonic travesty has now become the go-to mallet instrument when you're looking to convey just-shy-of-treacly sincerity. Case in point: Fucking Juno (I added the "fucking," the movie is actually just called "Juno.") Throughout that flick, which, admittedly, I have yet to see, but based on the previews and these genuinely hilarious promo clips, I think I can offer up an informed opinion...throughout that flick, the characters run around on tippy toes to the sound of the goddamn glokenspiel. And who can blame them, really? How else are you expected to move about as bipeds when confronted with the glock? Just try shuffling, or better yet, sauntering. You can't do it. You have to get up on your toes and prance around.

Of course, it's not just movies, but the goddamned indie bands who are flogging the glock. (Yes, it also means masturbation.) I blame Beck, as always.

And as usual, thanks to my advanced age, I've run out of steam on this one.