Coombsian.
At the Vid, the stereo sounded good and I asked Deines who he thought was playing. He made his guess, and I thought it sounded reasonable.
To be sure, I asked the bartender, but she didn't know -- said the other bartender put it on and he was out smoking.
Fuck it, I fire up Shazam and tag it. B.R.M.C. indeed. I looked at Deines and gave a nod. The waitress had a conference with her co-worker and leaned over the bar.
"Black Rebel... Mothercycle??" she says, not super confident. She walks away a little lame.
"She's juat thaaaaaat much slower than the iPhone," Deines says. Like a comic genius.
A friend's relative is trying to understand and clarify: "Okay, so let me see if I'm getting this: You're a bird, in a tree, and you're talking to other birds in trees??! I don't get this stuff!"
I had a few good days getting started on Facebook, enjoying it but freaked out by it, which was kinda the same as enjoying it. Yesterday, some folks from my AIM buddy list started hitting me up, saying they were getting mysterious IMs from a Facebook Bot with my status updates and other stupid ramblings. Out of bounds! Overboard!
A good friend in Sweden was shocked (and probably offended) to get an invite to the site on my behalf via AIM. I said to him "Weird, I must have some virus." He replied: "No, you don't have a virus, you have a Facebook. Those are the same thing."
Tons of bricks fell on my head, and I deactivated my account that very minute. I think my Swedish friend is proud!
It's football season, and I'm trying to pay attention.
see also: twitter.com/decorporated | crizzle.us
