Tuesday, February 06, 2007

You should probably not talk to me on July 21st. In fact, the week before. And the one after. Let's just cross July off completely, shall we?

There's nothing like getting to work at 11:30. The bus is empty, the weather is warm, the pay is woeful. By the time you actually start working, it's time to stop working, and you're wondering why the hell you came in the first place. Then you remember that in March, you're leaving on a five or six week jaunt across our merry little country and you remember, more importantly, that even a couple hours work will be valuable when you're living on Wonderbread, Peter Pan Peanut Butter, and spoiled jellies of various flavors. I'm like a squirrel, hording nuts for the winter. Sadly: no rabies. But a boy can dream, can't he?

I could explain why I was late, sure, but just know it involved an 11:30 set in Sacramento, a slow load out, and lots of half-hammered babbling, packing, loading, unpacking, unloading, parking, and, as follows, a too-late bed time. Yes, that about sums it up. I really enjoyed Sacramento too, I just don't have any good stories. Lots of old friends were out, which was kind of the theme of this California-centric adventure, but all in all, it was a pretty typical show. Actually, wait. We did have the illusive one-man-mosh-pit yesterday, which was a sight to behold. Personally, I loved it. It redefined the mosh pit genre. Take that, Dead Kennedys.

Now? I'm an hour into a half day and I just noticed a new guy at work who looks exactly like a Tango & Cash henchman and I'm bored already. Dorky-me, on the other hand, is very excited. I mean, LOST comes back tomorrow and J.K. Rawlings finally announced the launch date for the final Potter and while other folks gripe that it'll cost $45, I'll admit that I'd pay somewhere between $85 and my first born son for a copy.

This time, I've decided I'm going to go to one of those at-midnight fandangos where middle schoolers dress up in robes and everyone in attendance knows the rules of Quidditch to buy Potter 7. Last book, we were on tour and Amazon delivered my copy to my house, so I spent the entire week frantically avoiding anyone reading anything that looked vaguely green. That's not happening this time. This time, I'm going to be in the ground floor. I'm going to have a copy at 12:01. I will shove store clerks. I will hurt children at the front of the line. I will shiv their parents. I cannot be contained.

Of course, that's months away. For now, I'm going to attempt to actually make coming in to work today worthwhile. It's quite a challenge, but I think I'm up to it.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

yes. lost...back...tomorrow...so...excited.

16 weeks straight. i'm going to find somewhere in austin to watch that episode. maybe you guys can provide the background music, to keep it sxsw authentic or something. start writing a song dedicated to sawyer and kate.

birdmonster said...

Rachael: You'll be happy to know that Zach has been converted, thus making our band half way addicted. We're touring through 5 or 6 episodes, which, in my opinion, proves that travel isn't all it's cracked up to be. Thankfully, there's iTunes. And VHS. All that.

SOL's view said...

Lost. Yes, it starts here this week as well, but I don't know where we sit with you lot.

Can't wait for HP 7. But, since I don't want to catch kid kooties, I will not be joining the line. Perhaps I shall consider preordering a copy......

birdmonster said...

SOL: The pre-order price is halfsies on Amazon. I'll save a vile of cooties for ya.

SOL's view said...

Vile indeed. Thank you, kind sir, you are much too generous....

Wish it were 'halfsies' here too....

Anonymous said...

They still make vhs tapes? Thanks for reminding me I have to adjust my dv-r settings for LOST so I won't miss the cliff-hangers this half. I won't watch them until the eppys pile up, I hate waiting, so let me know which ones you need. See you Thursday!

Anonymous said...

LOST is back, and better than ever! Every episode will feature not one, not two, not three, not four, not five, not six, not seven, not eight, but NINE cliffhangers! There will be so many cliffhangers that you will be powerless to rent the movie Cliffhanger starring Sylvester Stalone to garner insight on how to deal with suspense! When the cliffhangers are revealed, your mind will implode and replode -- such a thing has never happened before, necessitating the invention of a new word! ABC is already in talks with the good people at Mirriam Webster to make this new word a reality! Replosion will cause severe brain tissue scarring, resulting in what will be known as a "cliffhangover"! THIS WILL ALSO BE A NEW WORD! LOST!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sincerely,
David

birdmonster said...

SOL: Vial. Vial. Vial. Although vile has its merits.

Grant: Yes indeed sir. Our van is filled with them. One such tape has a movie called Cheerleader Ninjas on it, which, despite its highly provacative title, is about as funny as Martin Short reading the yellow pages.

David: My head just reploded. Best. Comment. Ever.