Mundane participation for the tragically bored.

Popping tags?
Sounds like a euphemism for stealing clothes.
(I'm sure you haven't been, I hasten to add.)

I can't get to youtube from here.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/sandra-shpilberg/poppin-tags-why-i-take-my-kids-to-the-thrift-store_b_4421345.html

(you still have to watch it at home - the video is pretty dang awesome)



Play Music
"Thrift Shop"
(feat. Wanz)

Hey, Macklemore! Can we go thrift shopping?

What, what, what, what... [many times]

Bada, badada, badada, bada... [x9]

[Hook:]
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up
This is ******* awesome

[Verse 1:]
Nah, walk up to the club like, "What up? I got a big cock!"
I'm so pumped about some **** from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe, it's so damn frosty
That people like, "Damn! That's a cold ass honkey."
Rollin' in, hella deep, headin' to the mezzanine,
Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
(Piiisssssss)
But ****, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it)
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in
Bummy and grungy, **** it, man
I am stuntin' and flossin' and
Savin' my money and I'm hella happy that's a bargain, bitch
I'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style,
No for real - ask your grandpa - can I have his hand-me-downs? (Thank you)
Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers
Dookie brown leather jacket that I found diggin'
They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard
I bought a skeet blanket, then I bought a kneeboard
Hello, hello, my ace man, my Mello
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell no
I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those
The sneaker heads would be like "Aw, he got the Velcros"

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]
What you know about rockin' a wolf on your noggin?
What you knowin' about wearin' a fur fox skin?
I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm searching right through that luggage
One man's trash, that's another man's come-up
Thank your granddad for donating that plaid button-up shirt
'Cause right now I'm up in her stuntin'
I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the (Uptons)
I'm not, I'm not stuck, I’m searchin' in that section (Uptons)
Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy
I'll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock that ************
The built-in onesie with the socks on that ************
I hit the party and they stop in that ************
They be like, "Oh, that Gucci - that's hella tight."
I'm like, "Yo - that's fifty dollars for a T-shirt."
Limited edition, let's do some simple addition
Fifty dollars for a T-shirt - that's just some ignorant bitch (****)
I call that getting swindled and pimped (****)
I call that getting tricked by a business
That shirt's hella dough
And having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don't
Peep game, come take a look through my telescope
Tryna get girls from a brand and you hella won't
Man you hella won't

(Goodwill... poppin' tags... yeah!)

[Hook]

[Bridge:]
I wear your granddad's clothes
I look incredible
I'm in this big ass coat
From that thrift shop down the road
I wear your granddad's clothes (damn right)
I look incredible (now come on man)
I'm in this big ass coat (big ass coat)
From that thrift shop down the road (let's go)

[Hook]

Is that your grandma's coat?

OK, that's must-see.

It does mean that.

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=poppin%27%20tags

OK - but George - I have NOT been stealing faux fur collared sweaters. Thrift Store fo sho. My "poppin tags" comes from Macklemore's song. He's not talking about stealing is he?

You, ma'am, are entirely above suspicion.

(I have to admit I'm not entirely sure what he's talking about.)

Speaking of faux fur, did you see Linkat's thread about the FurFest?

wearing: Dark blue henley, black Polartec vest, dad jeans,
big ol' white cross-trainers

hearing: The loud finance woman who uses speakerphone with her
office door open

eating: mint-flavored hard candy

drinking: Just finished a DD dark roast, black

doing: Trying to compose my self-evaluation. Jeez, I hate these
things

looking forward to: Stringing my LED lights on the tree

feeling: Bewitched, bothered and bewildered

wanting: To drop some poundage

sometimes (err more than sometimes) the urban dictionary gets it waaaaaaaay wrong

Macklemore's talking about thrift shopping - or as we also call it - shopping at Boutique V V

He's a rapper. Surely he must be angelic and a forthright citizen. That's how rappers maintain their integrity, right? Bragging about behaving righteously and always respecting authority and laws? Best way to build up street cred. Heck, even the album's title, The Heist, just screams blind obedience to the law and authority.

Thank you Sir.

Have not seen Linkat's thread...I shall go look for it.

Wow George.

I did NOT see that coming.

ew

wearing: Brown corduroys, mauvish dress shirt, dark blue zip up sweater, brown sneakers (which need replacing badly).
hearing: The Christmas music cd in our office played out. Nothing right now.
eating: In a half hour or so, I'll be partaking in free pizza! Thank you Moses and Singer!
drinking: Should be drinking at least water. Kind of thirsty right now.
doing: Waiting for our in-firm Christmas pizza party.
looking forward to: Another Christmas party with friends on Saturday. Should be seeing Paul T. Anderson direct Joaquin Phoenix in Inherent Vice on Sunday.
feeling: Hungry and thirsty.
wanting: The willpower to go to the gym after work. My bills paid off. Etc....

wearing: black undershirt, grey paisley night shift, charcoal grey light weight, mid length, wide, jersey pj pants..long sleeved, soft, warm sweater, socks
hearing: muffled TV noises. The den door is closed
eating: not yet, any minute lasagna
drinking: beer
doing: unwinding
looking forward to: dinner tomorrow. Mum's coming. silver's polished, table's already set…how unusual
feeling: a little blue

wanting:

wearing: orange tank with sequins under orange/beige striped top under black/multi/sparkly lightweight poncho, black yoga pants, random socks, lime green clogs, a thousand and seven sparkly hair clips
hearing: the end of the CBC news blurp beep blurp beep and now the weather forecast
eating: not yet, anxiously awaiting the whole chicken in a crockpot. really really not sure it was a good idea to experiment on Christmas Day
drinking: caramel tea
doing: trying not to stare down the crockpot
looking forward to: throwing more crap out - I'm in a decluttering challenge with my best friend
feeling: sad without the old boydog. I really miss him. Happy that the little girldog is with us. so yeah, a little blue works
wanting: my hair to grow out. I have remembered why short hair isn't a great idea for me

wearing: today I wore my famous to myself black pants suit, the one I wore in Italy for thirty days in a row. I had, thank goodness, ordered two pair of the pants. It was a washable wool/other stuff thing from a travel site.. way to travel with just a duffle and a floppy (expandable) purse, which I only carried while moving cities. I'm not a fan of wheelie suitcases. That was in 1999. I've been up and down with weight, but been ok in the pants suit for a while now. My aim is not to get thinner, as some cushion is good.
Me in Siena:



hearing: A speeder, a routine thing on the boulevard behind my place.
eating: leftovers soon
drinking: Pellegrino/ice/some stewed plum juice
doing: fooling around
feeling: sad in general, very sad, trying to spark up
wanting: me to get my act together

ahhhhhhhhh I love that photo - it even has memories for me - of the first stories you told about that trip