Re-Emergence Day

*sigh*

There goes $60+.

Dammit.

Double Booking

I’ve ranted this before, and I’ll rant it again:

One of the worst things you can do as a booking agent for a music venue is to cancel a show.

[sarcasm] And you know what’s fuhrkin awesome? [/sarcasm] I have to do just that.  Why?  Because somehow, I wasn’t paying attention, and let two resident artists — or “recurring artists” for those of you who don’t speak venue — book (ie. reserve) the same night.  What does that mean?  It means either one show gets moved and the other gets priority, or one show gets to play while the other gets straight up canceled.

No matter what happens, I am an asshole.

What makes me more like an asshole is that line from Dante in Clerks: “I’m not even supposed to be here!”

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I Think I Borke Somefin

Well, the wedding in Vegas, which lead into a weekend that would make me ache well into today, was totally fun and memorable.  My favorite costumes included (predictably) those based on video game characters.  There was an impressively accurate Mario, Luigi, and Princess Peach, there was a Link, and there were even Ice Climbers!

But it was Vegas.  And Vegas can do a number on you if you let it.  So I definitely came back sore and with some brain damage.  I do vaguely recall having enough of a good time for people to say, “Goddam, I love this country.”

Ugh.  as;eljb awoou  h waeljuwe42 asbj;g ;jdafb.  [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[.

One more night of sleep should help me shake this off.  And a shit ton of coffee.

Oh yeah, hey:

Vote today.

Because, goddam, don’t you love this country?

Y. Damn right you do.  So vote, goddamit.

N. You don’t?  Then do something about it and vote, you whiner!

Vegas Bound

In true precursor to packing for Las Vegas, I am slightly phased by a large glass of wine.  Makes for a little bit sleepy, though.

It’s true that I’m going to this location because as opposed to certain trips for business, this one is all extracurricular.

My friends are getting married in Vegas!  Well, it’s about time, since they’ve been engaged for I think the past two years — which is a moderately short engagement in my opinion — and were together long before that, so now in their typical think-outside-the-box fashion, their wedding in Vegas mandates that everyone be dressed as an animated character.

So I’m going as Eeyore:

Holy crap from ass, this costume is hot to wear.

It’s also damn near impossible to click a mouse button when you don’t have an index finger.  Man, I can see why he was so depressed.

Happy Halloween, everyone! (And “Thanks for noticing me!”)

Out of Character

I guess it shouldn’t surprise me how much blogs are used to vent negativity.

It’s like when you talk to your friends about their respective relationships, and they only tell you anecdotes about the what pisses them off because those are the socially acceptable vent-worthy things to talk about.  It’s not like you want to hear about the positive anecdotes at the risk of it being vomit-inducing cute or including the prospect of getting waaaaay too much information to remain comfortable.

So firstly, props to the positive bloggers out there.  You all know who you are, and time and time again I have characterized you as rays of goddamn sunshine.  That’s what you are, and that’s why I read you so often.

But on the letting-off-steam note, I’ve found that some are more skilled at venting creatively than most.  My case examples are Deutlich, Ex-Everything, and Adie.  If I had a bladder problem, your blogs would exploit it.  I mean, I sincerely hope your days are going swell, but when you hit a shit-storm, you can sure rip the universe a new one, and this often results in me wetting myself under stifled laughter.  And when you can make a man unintentionally urinate, you know you’ve got him.

…er…

Anyway, I’d like to try my hand at venting simply because I’ve never attempted, and to introduce the unprecedented-because-this-is-out-of-character-for-Nico post:

The Nicopolitan Shit List (caveat lector)

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