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It was a pretty easy going night all around at the Alarm show until the very end. Two middle-aged morons decided to get stuck into each other after the club was closed and the crowds were filtering out. It's always the slow nights. ALWAYS the slow nights.

Maybe my priorities are askew, but I get embarrassed when people compliment me on how I diffuse a situation. Ahhh well, such is life. At least it reminds me that I can do at least one thing right.

It was just a tad weird hearing "That was handled brilliantly. Just brilliantly." from the VERY british tour manager as he was leaving the building.

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He denies ever having been offered a chance to get the Darkness to play the club.

The crack of thunder you all may have heard at 12:30am EST was me rolling up a copy of the local alt weekly (artvoice) and bitchslapping him across the back of the head.

"You know what that was for."

" ..... "

"That's right. You jinxed us again. EVERYTIME you say we'll be out of here by midnight, it ends up being an hour or more afterwards before we finally get to leave."

I love the smell of a flamewar in the morning ...

It smells like ... victory.

It always amazes me that some people think that because they have something to sell automatically gives them the right to plug their site everywhere and suffer no repercussions. And then have the stones (or lack of braincells) to try to defend their actions.

This wench must have learned her business practices from Terri Tickle.

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Someone up there loves me!

One of my old coworkers remembered that I was looking for that tub o bionicle goodness. They came in on the last truck and He snagged two off the floor and is holding them for me. :-)

WEEEEEEEEEEEE.

My memorial for the man who made sure that HOLE would be big.

Sung to the tune of "You're so Vain: Clouds in your Coffee"
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You walked into your bedroom, like you were walking into a fog
Your hand strategically wrapped around your gun, you were emotionally sick
as a dog
You had one thumb on the trigger as you gazed into the bore
Now all the band knows that they'll need a partner, they'll need a partner, and


Kurt Cobain, they'll probably do the next one without you
Kurt Cobain (Co-bain), I'll bet they do the next one without you, don't
shoot, don't shoot!

We could have tried this several years ago, when you were still in your teens
Oh, but NOOOO, you had to go and bore us all with your flannels and worn-out
jeans
But you gave up way too soon my friend, you could have learned how to sing
You had some dreams, now there's brains in your cornflakes, brains in your
cornflakes, and

Well, I heard you would shoot up with heroin, I guess you were naturally dumb
And you drank yourself into a coma, cause you were totally sick of the grunge
But your mom said, "Son, don't join that club, with Hendrix and all the rest"
But you had the nerve and a round in the chamber, round in the chamber, and

Who's gonna clean up the couch and the carpet, couch and the carpet?, and ...