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Blog Thread II: Beyond Blogosphere.
Scandanavian War Machine:
man that sounds fucking delicious.
in other news bloginess: i got the BMSR cds i ordered in the mail this weekend and the Drippers EP is scratch and sniff! Mine smells like a campfire.
benji:
I had a pretty awesome weekend.
On Saturday I got a haircut and then decided to blow a bunch of money on myself because I'm single and it was valentines day, so I decided to celebrate my significant relationship with me. I walked on down to the local CD store and picked up some music, and then realized that Abigail Washburn and the Sparrow Quartet were going to play a free concert. I waited around for a few hours, listened to a local band called Frisbee play (they were pretty good), and finally got to hear the band play. They were pretty superb, and hearing them play in an intimate space like that was really great. Afterwords, I got to meet them, and Bela Fleck told me I looked like I should be a banjo player. Which, coming from him, is probably compliment.
Sunday at church we threw a party for two of our longtime members who got legally married in Massachusetts for their 30th anniversary this last December. It was a fun party with an awesome wedding cake. No one spiked the punch, unfortunately, but I guess that's what you get for having your reception on a Sunday morning. There is something vaguely surreal about having a wedding reception for two women who've been together since before I was born, but it certainly was a happy event.
michaelicious:
Being told you look like a banjo player should be a compliment from everyone in the whole world.
Lines:
Guys, someone came in my store today asking if we were hiring. I gave her an application. She then asked what we sold in our store. I told her art supplies and then she went to the back and filled out her application. Well, she filled out most of it, as she forgot to list references and then sign and date it. But seriously. The store is full of art supplies. There is a big neon sign right inside the door that says "Artist Materials" as well as every window saying the name of the store followed by "Artist Materials" and "Picture Frames." How does one walk into a store and then not know what the crap is sold in it? How. The. CRAP.
Scandanavian War Machine:
maybe she was blind and just walked into the first door she found.
was she making weird clicking noises, like a dolphin?
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