Andare, Partire, Tornare ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- All the Fugly you can buy, people! Sign held up by a homeless guy seen on the way into work today: Bodily Implant Department Of Justice. Why am I always out of the loop? I had no idea the DOJ was handing out free bodily implants. I must not be on the right mailing list. Spent last night rocking out at a local club to The Bemo and his motley crew of musicians, aka Noodles and Tuffy. It had the potential to go badly, because Tuffy had "misplaced" (read: got pot-addled and lost) a signifigant number of tickets, which they were responsible for and which could have cost them a bunch of money. It was all worked out, but if these boys don't get themselves a manager, or appoint Noodles (who was trained as an accountant by the Army) to just forcibly take over the role of money manager from Tuffy, they're going to find themselves up shit creek at some point. It'll work if they never make it to bigger venues, or touring, or what have you, but if the band actually starts to go someplace, it's going to have to be addressed. Their show, by the way, was great - a good antidote to the crappy show at Sharpshooters they played a few days ago, where everything fell apart in an extended, slow-motion train wreck. And hopefully, by tomorrow, they'll have a singer in place to tie everything together. Pondering sending Sean Bean a copy of A Song for Arbonne and mentioning to him that he'd be the perfect actor to play Blaise. Except that I never want it made into a movie because, despite the reasonably good job done with Lord of the Rings, I don't think Guy Kay's nuances would survive a translation to that medium without some major trauma. But in the little casting thread that occasionally plays in my head, Sean Bean *is* Blaise. (An aside - I rarely "cast" books in my head, and in fact even more rarely mentally construct a picture of what book characters look like. Don't know why, but it seldom happens.) Got my Television Without Pity tote bag in the mail today. It's got Tubey with the paint roller on one side, and the motto "All The Fugly You Can Buy With Two Days and $1000." I lurve it to pieces. Have spent the entire day in a "team-building" seminar that was not, actually, as bad as it could have been. Luckily the woman leading it was witty, interesting, and had a wonderfully dry sense of humor. And, as a last note, I'm going to see Aida next Monday. Woo! 2:57 p.m. - 2003-02-20 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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