"It's the bomb!" and other outdated phrases

At some point in time you must realize that certain phrases just can't be used any more. The exact moment when catch phrase retirement can often be an elusive thing or it can slap you in the face.

I remember exactly when I recognized that never again could I hear someone say "Bling" without cringing. It was in Carlsbad, CA in November of 2004 and I was at the big street fair that attracts 200,000 people to the city in just one day. There was a vendor selling jewelery and he had a big printed sign that spanned the top of his little tent. On that sign was written, "Earrings! Anklets! Piercings! Crosses! Bling Bling! Holy Medals!" The fact that Bling Bling was sandwiched between crucifixes and the St. Christopher Medal was my big cue that bling was done for.
Whenever I see my tank top in progress, I can't help but smile a little and think, "That's the bomb!" I know that this particular phrase has been over with for a while, but can you blame me? After all, it's first attempt at being a tank top really was a bomb and not in a good way, either. However, this second go around in the KnitPicks Shine Worsted is sailing smoothly and I'm now 6 inches in on the front.

The color makes me grin and think happy thoughts about wearing this to the park and other fun and sunny places. The yarn has been great to work with and I forsee more of it finding it's way into my stash. All in all, this project is wicked sweet hellacool radical awesome tubular groovy going really well and I'm happy with it.