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It's my birthday. I'm going out with my girlfriend tonight and then tomorrow I'll be hanging out with some funny friends who will be treating me to some presents and snackies. Yes, I just said snackies. On Sunday I'm heading to San Francisco to see Killing My Lobster's new show. The writer and Director Andy Miara did a skit with us at the Sketchfest and wrote to invite us to the KML show. He said he found us to be quite funny, and coming from him that is oh so flattering. He's rather brilliant you see.
I'm excited putting together the CD, and the DVD is looking better. At first I was sure the footage we shot was useless and we weren't going to be able to sinc the sound we got either so I figured oh well, we learned a lesson. But Bob has shown me the footage from the other camera and we've listened to the sound off of the camera mics, and we'll be able to get a decent package out of it. At least, it will capture what it is we do, and what we do, I believe, speaks well for itself.
Exciting times though it feels weird to not have a buttload of shows booked like usual. As soon as we're done recording we'll put together some release party shows. Yay.
Now I must quit typing and go on a super date with my super fiance.

Ahhh, the academy awards. I watched them with Robert (retrocrush.com) and Linda Berry. The performance of the tune from Triplets of Belleville was great. And Peter Jackson referencing his earlier films Bad Taste and Meet the Feebles, two films you don't expect to hear mentioned in polite company, was nice. Billy Crystal was pretty boring, though his impersonation of Robin Williams was smack on. Jim Carrey was on a nice high. He was as bad as I've ever seen him. Blake Edwards was hillarious, pulling off a stunt wherein he crashed his wheelchair into a wall and then came wandering out to tell strange pointless stories. The Berry's have TIVO so we started late, watching on a delay and were then able to fast foward through much of the show. The only way to watch TV.

IT'S RAINING BUCKETS! The rain just keeps coming down. We lost power at work, so I'm home. There are trees down all over the place.
Hopefully we keep our power at home. This is great cuddle with my sweetie and watch a movie kind of weather.
The experts are predicting gorgeous weather all next week. I hope they're right.

Forgiveness.
So, I was working at Greta's. Great place. I worked with John McCrea of Cake (and Shawn McFessel, an early Cake base player) some great artists, as well my future Fiance, Bryna. I worked in the kitchen, mostly dishes. We'd all take turns playing music and I was introduced to Tom Waits, Leonard Cohen, lots of great techno. I loved it. So, my turn comes, and knowing these guys aint too up on their hip hop I bring in some Urban Dance Squad. Joolie, one of the bakers decides she doesn't want to hear it and shuts it off. Now this pisses me off. I listened to her cheezy music plenty o' times, and I felt she was just dismissing UDS because they were hip hop without realy listening. It wasn't her I was interested in playing the stuff for, but I expected her to give me the same priveledge everyone else got. So, I turned the music back on. Joolie hit eject and THREW my tape across the kitchen, where it landed under a refridgerator.
I WAS FURIOUS!
That's my personal property. I told her off. I complained to Greta. When Greta didn't fire her on the spot I implied I might have some fun with some of Joolie's personal property. Did I mention I was pissed?
SO, that was, um..., let see, 13 years ago. I hadn't seen Joolie since, UNTIL...
This girls bagging up my groceries at Trader Joe's says I know you. I didn't recognize her and asked how she knew me. From Greta's she answered. I read her name tag. Joolie! Oh man. I didn't want to see her again. 13 years have passed, and within 45 seconds of running into me Joolie says, Hey, I was a real bitch to you once and threw your tape across the kitchen. I'm sorry I did that.
! ! !
Wow. My soul is a little less full of hate. The big ball of crap I carry through my dung beetle life is a bit lighter. Not just that SHE brought it up, but that it had weighed on her. That she grabbed the first opportunity to say she was sorry.
Thanks Joolie.
You're alright with me.
Even if you spell your name funny.

Yeah, dinner at Spag Fact was fun. I hope Miles tipped. The audio CD is shapping up to be pretty cool. I hope to start recording in May. We'll have to see how this meshes with all of our OH SO BUSY, schedules.
We should have hip one inch ICBINC buttons soon. Wahoo! And after that, STICKERS! mmmmmmm Stickers.....