In the parking lot of work today, a couple, in their thirties/fourties, were approaching the entrance. The odd thing was that they both had pink shirts on. It became much worse when considering the possibilities: (one) They were brother and sister. Maybe they're creepy close, like kissing cousins, but brother and sister. Don't want to think about it. (two) They're names are Scotty and Joyce. They are still riding high from that prom night in '82 where they made out to Air Supply in the back of Dad's Chrysler LeBaron. They decided that matching pink shirts will be a symbol of their 80's love and solidarity through the years. (three) They are here to help me witness for Christ. They will touch me on my shoulder and smile telling me, the Lord REALLY does have a plan for us.

By the time I got to the door, and they were at the elevator, I caught the name tags on their shirts. At first I thought they were monograms a la Laverne and Shirley, but nay. They work for Rockin Ritas. They seemed nice. I felt bad for making shit up. I still think they were doin' it to Air Supply.

Unrelated: Mayo Thompson is a good egg:

Richie Unterberger Interview

Discography

Lionel Richie is touring here soon. I still have horrifying childhood memories of that music video (Hello, Is It Me You're Looking For?) where the blind woman sculpts a bust of Lionel's head. Complete with moustache.

In other news, I no longer have a moustache. I blame Lionel Richie.

Not Another Tired Parody of the Bush Administration.

This is indeed the most disturbing and brilliant rendering of our horrific Administration. We're all going to hell in a HUM-V.

LINK

COCK ESP
These folks need to come back to Austin. Oh wait, they are:
APRIL 05
Church of the Friendly Ghost
w/ Static Storm System, Rotten Piece

I forgot to mention that, as I was walking into the office building early today, an elderly man was following me. Not getting a good look at him, I was convinced he was perfectly capable to open the door himself. Being the polite citizen, I thought about it a few seconds, and decided to enter without providing the courtesy "hold the door open" favor. When I got to the elevators, the old man came around the corner, and to my surprise, he was missing an arm. His other hand was carrying assorted books, so he could possibly have needed "a hand" in opening the door. So much for courtesy.

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