May. 17, 2007:
Moved
Dec. 01, 2006:
The "And Then" Show
Nov. 27, 2006:
Those Turkey Day Blues
Nov. 21, 2006:
Me and The D
Nov. 17, 2006:
When Octopi Fly

Me and The D

Nov. 21, 2006

My office smells like feet.

I thought, for about half the day, that I was just a scuzzy bastard (no shower this morning as I was tired from getting my faced rocked off. More on that later.) but then I was wandering around the new office place and it smells like feet everywhere. Or everyone is a scuzzy bastard and needs a shower after getting their face rocked off. But I doubt this highly since I work with some seriuos squares.

And I keep going to the bathroom at the same time the CEO of my company does. It's a little weird. He used to sit up on the 8th floor in the last office place and we never crossed paths at all. But now in the new place, every time I have to tinkle, there's the CEO dood, having to tinkle too. I choose not to think about him doing other things, since this would be gross to comtemplate. He is however Hot Old Guy, as in Patrick Stewart kind of hot, all bald and forceful and rich-voiced. Rowr. He's slowly taking over the company that just bought us. It's amusing as shit to watch.

As to getting my face rocked off, I went to see Tenacious D last night with the Berkeley people. I had a completely ass rocking face kicking lung vibrating experience. I love it when my lungs vibrate, but I love it like a squigillion times more when it is Tenacious D rocking me and vibrating my lungs.

I need to have hot little Jack Black babies. I do. There is no question that this must be done, damn him being married and me having a boyfriend and never meeting him ever, I just don't care! Jack Black babies in my uterus now, please and thank you!

The show? Was rad. They went to hell. They formed a band with the Anti-Christ on lead guitar, Charlie Chaplin on base, and the KFC Colonel on drums. Ok, and of course Kyle and Jack on their respective ass kicking instruments. It was hilarious and awesome and rad and I hate people especially people who are fans of things that I like who act like asshats. But more on that later. So the show was kickass and seeing the press of people was aweinspiring and a little flame-thrower-wish inducing (as in: I wish I had one), but all in all the evening was well spent. Rick came out at the last moment to cover for my loser boyfriend who could not be arsed to come to the show. I don't think I will go in to that one. But all in all I loved it and it was great! They ended with Pinball Wizard from Tommy as their final encore. I think I came a little.

As to people who are fans of things I am a fan of: please die. No, not you cool people, or like my friends or anything, but you asshats who, for example, ruined the Dave Attell show for me by buying the alcoholic fuck more drinks than he could handle so that half way through the show it went from "woo hey there is this great comic who I love to watch and think is funny and awesome and rad" to "hey look there's a drunk asshole on stage and I paid how much money for this bullshit?"

Not cool people. Not cool.

And sadly the same can be said for these asshats at the D's concert: did you even know who Jack Black was before School of Rock came out? Do you even comprehend the MAD SKILLZ that Kyle Glass possesses? He is one seriously awesome asskicking guitar player and you fucks all want to just rub Jack Black until his peener explodes all over you! I hate you, you must die. Ok granted, I want jack Black babies, but the point is that I apprecate the whole package of the D, where as you people seem to think it's Just JB and his shenanigans. If the music didn't rock so hard, you would not love them so much, so go put on some pants you shameless ho-bags.

That being said, I am really glad I got to see the D in concert. It makes me happy, in all my happy places. *glow*

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