Driver Picks The Music…Observations on a life in Orange County, California

These are words I use as if they’re normal vocabulary to anybody. Some are and some aren’t, but they’ll help you understand driverspeak (movie/tv/radio/geek/beachgirl/orangecounty/california speak.)

• the fat-boy – where I work. It’s a decent size company (a couple thousand employees). I’m at the headquarters in IT.

• IT – Information Tramps. There’s technology somewhere, but most of it just pisses me off. I am deafened by the screams of users (mostly me) who have put up with crappy code in this application or that system. I try to be humble since you could be screaming at me when I fail to put something in the past perfect participle. I am my own worst quality assurance.

• Frakkin – Thank you, SciFi channel for Battlestar Galactica. And that’s all I have to say on the subject (ha! Like you’d really get off so easy). Even tho the show is gone, this word lingers forever…on my giant purple tote from Comic-Con that says “BIG FRAKKIN BAG”.

• Driver – That’s me. Driver picks the music. Shotgun shuts his cakehole! I am currently lacking shotgun (where are you he-man boyfriend?). Boo-hoo with one slow tear running down my cheek.

• Dude – You or y’all (I try to pander to the Oklahoma residents- hi big brother!). Even if you’re a girl, to me you’re DUDE. In my era, the line was “Dude, that was like so awesome!”

• PCH – Pacific Coast Highway (highway 1 to the boomers and beyond). If you live in Orange County, this is a key reference point (I once gave directions that sent somebody west of PCH….that’s ummm the OCEAN!)