This is yet another one of those things where Disturbed goes from being awesome to listen to to just being awesome. There are other reasons, not the least of which was watching David pick up his dog's poop the last time I saw them in Minneapolis instead of making one of his security bitches do it for him, and their general 'hang with the fans' attitude pre and post show that day, but I won't get into the whole list.
Essentially, this is the awesomesauce. I hate that my spellchecker thinks "awesomesauce" is a valid word, while anything pluralized is not.
Dear Moody Blues,
You are not worth that kind of money. I'd love to see you, but I'm not paying over forty bucks for the bring-your-own-binoculars seats. Sorry. And I'm definitely not paying over two hundred to get seats that make it feel like I'm watching you in a better way than I'd get with a fifteen dollar DVD. It's too bad, because you're one of dad's favorite bands and that could have been a cool night to hang, drink, and watch some old fuckers rock out.
Ah well, we'll always have the Thunderbirds.
Some dude you don't know.
I really don't get this trend of ticket pricing on older bands. I understand some of your fans have money, but shouldn't there be SOME level of desire to let people see you? Tickets > $200 means you = douchebags.
Zippy's on fiyah today. Or will be if he keeps it up. BB's already threatened him with a kick to the back of the head. Zippy thought he was joking. I'm pretty sure he wasn't.
A tale of such sorrows.
The princess that lives around the corner in the big cube dyed her hair two nights ago. Yesterday was spent with her running around telling each individual person in the office about it. And about how she cried herself to sleep over it she was so worried about what people would think.
And then, at the end of the day, when it started getting quiet, she came and chatted with giggles. She told her the following story.
"When I was a little girl, mom and I were visiting grandma. I got into grandma's brushes and ran a big brown bristled one over my head and got my hair all tangled up. I mean, it was really bad. My mom saw me and started screaming, 'WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO CUT OFF ALL YOUR HAIR NOW! YOU'RE NOT EVEN GONNA LOOK LIKE A LITTLE GIRL!'
"But grandma stopped her and took me to the back room and sat down with me and untangled it all by hand. It took her hours, and she just kept telling me the whole time, 'don't ever cut off this beautiful blond hair.' And now, I'm really sad, because I don't have my beautiful blond hair."
And then she stood there sobbing for a few minutes while giggles looked around helplessly as if to say, "what the fuck?"
BB's wife was detained yesterday on her flight back from California. They got grounded in Denver and had the EMTs come pull a small group of people off the flight. However, they were then sent on their way without further incident. No one was told why, what for, or what the hell.
Guesses: Swine Flu panic bullshit.
BECAUSE IT'S GONNA KILL US ALL!
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