Friday, January 28, 2005
Movin' on Up
Look, everyone! Muso be on the radio! (We're listed eighth from the top).
Have a burning itch to request a song on the radio, but just don't know who you'd like to scratch that itch? Why not your pals Muso. Just email checkonetwo@indie1031.fm and ask them to play something of ours. Hopefully we'll get on the local show again. Sunday nights from 10 to midnight.
More live dates and possible wambamthankyoumam tour to follow. Stay tuned...
Look, everyone! Muso be on the radio! (We're listed eighth from the top).
Have a burning itch to request a song on the radio, but just don't know who you'd like to scratch that itch? Why not your pals Muso. Just email checkonetwo@indie1031.fm and ask them to play something of ours. Hopefully we'll get on the local show again. Sunday nights from 10 to midnight.
More live dates and possible wambamthankyoumam tour to follow. Stay tuned...
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Freedom is a Red White and Blue Eagle Named Liberty
I meant to post this last week, but due to re-modeling around the office, my computer was temporarily removed, leaving me with nothing to do but.... work. Yeah, Suck City.
So my friend, Jen forwarded me the transcripts of a pre-inauguration CNN interview with W (it's her transcription, not CNN's... she's unemployeed... and has Tivo... it's research). I'm always fascinated by W in his off-the-cuff moments. He reminds me of the awkward times in Elementary Spanish, when I had to take the few words I knew and converse. So in that sense, I feel sorry for him. Speaking a foreign language is hard, people.
My favorite part of the interview is when he's asked what thing the administration needs to focus on most in the upcoming term. His reply:
Ahhh, human intelligence. The ability to get inside somebody's mind, the ability to read somebody's mail, the ability to listen to somebody's phone call--that somebody being the enemy.....
I could almost forgive the gross shitting-on of liberties (even though that doesn't jibe too well with freedom, liberty, and any other of his favorite cliches), if I thought it'd be used effectively. But reading somebody's mail? Really? We're going to intercept pen-pal letters from Bin Laden? That's the plan?
Is it 2008 yet?
I meant to post this last week, but due to re-modeling around the office, my computer was temporarily removed, leaving me with nothing to do but.... work. Yeah, Suck City.
So my friend, Jen forwarded me the transcripts of a pre-inauguration CNN interview with W (it's her transcription, not CNN's... she's unemployeed... and has Tivo... it's research). I'm always fascinated by W in his off-the-cuff moments. He reminds me of the awkward times in Elementary Spanish, when I had to take the few words I knew and converse. So in that sense, I feel sorry for him. Speaking a foreign language is hard, people.
My favorite part of the interview is when he's asked what thing the administration needs to focus on most in the upcoming term. His reply:
Ahhh, human intelligence. The ability to get inside somebody's mind, the ability to read somebody's mail, the ability to listen to somebody's phone call--that somebody being the enemy.....
I could almost forgive the gross shitting-on of liberties (even though that doesn't jibe too well with freedom, liberty, and any other of his favorite cliches), if I thought it'd be used effectively. But reading somebody's mail? Really? We're going to intercept pen-pal letters from Bin Laden? That's the plan?
Is it 2008 yet?
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Know Your Hobo
The other day as I was driving to Marah's, I noticed a new billboard where Ellit forks from Silverlake. This strip of road, which is mostly known for the under-the-bridge dip that immediately follows the billboard, is like a community center for the homeless. It's not uncommon to see men sleeping, drinking, urinating, being merry, and -- if by chance a girl's unlucky enough to walk by -- saying lewd things.
Well leave it to the savvy ad wizards at Coors to know their demographic. The new billboard boasts the slick, improved look of the Coors can, but promises it hasn't lost its classic pee flavor (I am, for the record, an outspoken supporter of Coors Lite). So in other words it's, "Don't worry, drunk hobos. We may look classy but we're still cheap as hell -- GIVE US YOUR CHANGE!".
But what I'm thinking is, what gives, Coors? Why waste money on billboards when it'd be way cheaper to cut a few cardboard signs: VIETNAM VET STARVING, PLEASE HLP ME FEEDE MY CHILDRENS, SO... HUNGRY...
Slap a little Coors logo on the back, pass 'em out, and SHIZAM! Now you can fund your student line of backpacks and scantrons.
The other day as I was driving to Marah's, I noticed a new billboard where Ellit forks from Silverlake. This strip of road, which is mostly known for the under-the-bridge dip that immediately follows the billboard, is like a community center for the homeless. It's not uncommon to see men sleeping, drinking, urinating, being merry, and -- if by chance a girl's unlucky enough to walk by -- saying lewd things.
Well leave it to the savvy ad wizards at Coors to know their demographic. The new billboard boasts the slick, improved look of the Coors can, but promises it hasn't lost its classic pee flavor (I am, for the record, an outspoken supporter of Coors Lite). So in other words it's, "Don't worry, drunk hobos. We may look classy but we're still cheap as hell -- GIVE US YOUR CHANGE!".
But what I'm thinking is, what gives, Coors? Why waste money on billboards when it'd be way cheaper to cut a few cardboard signs: VIETNAM VET STARVING, PLEASE HLP ME FEEDE MY CHILDRENS, SO... HUNGRY...
Slap a little Coors logo on the back, pass 'em out, and SHIZAM! Now you can fund your student line of backpacks and scantrons.
Monday, January 10, 2005
Insufficient Flare
I was called into the OM's office last week for my yearly review (OM is fancy office speak for Office Manager, but who has time for both words when you're an on-the-go file clerk). Barring any acts of homicide throughout the year (my company is embarrassingly lenient with its attorneys, which trickles down and admittedly works in my favor), these things are the same every time. She says the firm's happy with you, gives you a little raise, and sends you on your way. This time, though, as I got up to leave, she said, "Oh, I think some people would like you to show a little more enthusiasm around the office". Translation: I'm not kissing ass hard enough. Or, I am kissing ass, but not with tongue.
Which begs the question, how far should one be expected to go in fake cordiality? I'm not mean to anyone. I say "hi" to the people I don't like, and have conversations with the ones I do. They've got my soul. What more do they want?
I was called into the OM's office last week for my yearly review (OM is fancy office speak for Office Manager, but who has time for both words when you're an on-the-go file clerk). Barring any acts of homicide throughout the year (my company is embarrassingly lenient with its attorneys, which trickles down and admittedly works in my favor), these things are the same every time. She says the firm's happy with you, gives you a little raise, and sends you on your way. This time, though, as I got up to leave, she said, "Oh, I think some people would like you to show a little more enthusiasm around the office". Translation: I'm not kissing ass hard enough. Or, I am kissing ass, but not with tongue.
Which begs the question, how far should one be expected to go in fake cordiality? I'm not mean to anyone. I say "hi" to the people I don't like, and have conversations with the ones I do. They've got my soul. What more do they want?
Friday, January 07, 2005
New Muso Music Here Now Listen!
We're still working on getting the copies of our EP pressed to sell, but until then you'll have to settle for this free stuff. Four out of the five songs are featured, and you don't even have to do anything. Music just starts playing. Tired of clicking? Let Muso do the work for you. See, aren't we great?!?!
By the way, you'll notice the impressive number of hos on our myspace page. I suppose there are worse things than being branded Hooch Rock.
We're still working on getting the copies of our EP pressed to sell, but until then you'll have to settle for this free stuff. Four out of the five songs are featured, and you don't even have to do anything. Music just starts playing. Tired of clicking? Let Muso do the work for you. See, aren't we great?!?!
By the way, you'll notice the impressive number of hos on our myspace page. I suppose there are worse things than being branded Hooch Rock.
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
Everybody's Workin' For the Weekend
My firm's doing major renovations around the office. So some painters came in over the weekend to start on the walls. Apparently, they had themselves a sweet time, because when we returned on Monday morning, all our sodas were gone, food had disappeared from the refrigerator, the coffee pot was burned, and -- my personal favorite -- a lone bag of cocaine had been left out. This must be the goofiest band of rag-tag dipshit painters ever to wield a brush. The kicker, of course, is that my firm hired them in the first place. Guess they looked really professional on paper.
My firm's doing major renovations around the office. So some painters came in over the weekend to start on the walls. Apparently, they had themselves a sweet time, because when we returned on Monday morning, all our sodas were gone, food had disappeared from the refrigerator, the coffee pot was burned, and -- my personal favorite -- a lone bag of cocaine had been left out. This must be the goofiest band of rag-tag dipshit painters ever to wield a brush. The kicker, of course, is that my firm hired them in the first place. Guess they looked really professional on paper.
Monday, January 03, 2005
AWOL From Chippendale's
New Year's Eve had its share of memorable moments. Marah and Halie had a few people over. We played board games and drank until they couldn't be played. Ken got his crotch grabbed. It was great all around. But perhaps the highlight is the sexy lap dance I got at midnight. Unfortunately, it was from a guy who grinded a bottle of champagne in my face to the tune of "Pour Some Sugar On Me". Just walked into the room, shouted, "Hey, Brian!" and commenced.
No, I didn't pay for it this time.
Now, he is allegedly heterosexual and not a professional dancer; and though he was trying to screw "Pour"'s guitar solo more than anything, he worked that bottle to the point of making me a little uncomfortable, however trashed I may have been. (I suppose the crowning jewel for him would've been for the prop to shoot open and spill all over his hands, but thankfully it didn't go that far).
I'd later find out that he was drunk out of his mind and high on coke. So can I blame him? Who's to say I wouldn't do the same given the circumstances? Who's to say I wouldn't do the same totally sober for Twizzlers and a PBR?
I don't want to paint a completely negative picture of this guy. Aside from a balls-to-the-wall rendition of a Dave Matthews song I saw him karaoke once, he's harmless. And he always seems genuinely glad to see me and vice versa. I guess I just feel like if one straight guy's gonna dance all sexy for another straight guy to a metal song, it should be "Shout at the Devil".
New Year's Eve had its share of memorable moments. Marah and Halie had a few people over. We played board games and drank until they couldn't be played. Ken got his crotch grabbed. It was great all around. But perhaps the highlight is the sexy lap dance I got at midnight. Unfortunately, it was from a guy who grinded a bottle of champagne in my face to the tune of "Pour Some Sugar On Me". Just walked into the room, shouted, "Hey, Brian!" and commenced.
No, I didn't pay for it this time.
Now, he is allegedly heterosexual and not a professional dancer; and though he was trying to screw "Pour"'s guitar solo more than anything, he worked that bottle to the point of making me a little uncomfortable, however trashed I may have been. (I suppose the crowning jewel for him would've been for the prop to shoot open and spill all over his hands, but thankfully it didn't go that far).
I'd later find out that he was drunk out of his mind and high on coke. So can I blame him? Who's to say I wouldn't do the same given the circumstances? Who's to say I wouldn't do the same totally sober for Twizzlers and a PBR?
I don't want to paint a completely negative picture of this guy. Aside from a balls-to-the-wall rendition of a Dave Matthews song I saw him karaoke once, he's harmless. And he always seems genuinely glad to see me and vice versa. I guess I just feel like if one straight guy's gonna dance all sexy for another straight guy to a metal song, it should be "Shout at the Devil".
