A few nights ago I was listening to an episode of the old Gunsmoke radio show at work, and one of the characters said the following:
“You’d better shut your mouth, boy, or I’ll knock both your eyes into the same socket.”
Never heard that one before… And I nearly blasted Mountain Dew across a cubicle wall.
Toney reminds me today is the two year anniversary of my “breakfast meeting” in Scranton, where I was informed my job was being eliminated — after seventeen long years with the company.
Yeah, that blew a whole flat of eggs. And it was made worse by the fact I couldn’t stand the guy they dispatched to break the news to me…
He’s what’s commonly known as an insufferable prick: arrogant, irrational, emotional, and confrontational. Plus, I’m convinced, he played a large part in their decision to can me, instead of move me to another location. I’m not a fan now, and wasn’t a fan then.
A few weeks ago, I’m told, he was on the receiving end of one of those breakfast meetings, as well. And while I consistently wished semi-bad things to happen to the guy, I never hoped he’d lose his job, or get killed, or anything that serious. For whatever reason, I have a hard time being overly vicious, even in my revenge fantasies.
But, at the same time… pass the beer nuts.
Now for some fast food gone horribly wrong… I can’t even imagine how something like this could happen. What do you think? What was the sequence of events that led to such a result? Sweet Maria.
Our local beer distributor has this set as “special order only.” Care to guess the reason? That’s correct, because a case costs $200. Two hunnerd! Can you dig it?
I asked the guy if anyone had actually ordered it, and he said they’ve brought in two cases during the year he’s worked there. Man, I’d like to interview the guys (it’s gotta be guys) who purchased it.
Steve was in a bar in Washington DC recently, and a pint of that stuff was $20. It makes me laugh. I’ve had the 60 Minute IPA, and the 90 Minute, as well. And both were really good, but not $200 good. Seriously.
And speaking of beer, I’m taking the weekend off. It’s an experiment, of sorts. I always have a list of things I want to get accomplished, and fall-short on a consistent basis. So, I’m going to see if beer intake has anything to do with it.
Stay tuned for the results.
I’m also thinking about legally changing my name to L. L. L. Anderson. That’s right, L. L. L. I like the way it rolls off the tongue. What would you like your new name to be?
And you know the guy at work who always calls meetings to order, by hollering, “OK everybody, listen up!” then instantly turns it over to someone else? Yeah, I think I might like to be that guy. Does it require any special certifications, or anything?
On the music procurement front:
Yep Roc, a great label out of Norf Carolina, is having a fairly kick-ass sale. That’s the good news. The bad news is it’s ending within hours. So, you’d better hurry if you’re interested.
I bought two recent Robyn Hitchcock CDs, and a Jason & the Scorchers rarities collection (great!). Today, before the sale ends, I’m also going to buy the two Sloan discs they’re offering. Good stuff.
A few days ago I purchased, for $1.99, an early album by Old 97’s, from Amazon’s mp3 store. It was a one-day special, which I knew about because I monitor their Twitter page, here.
And my eMusic account refreshed yesterday, which means I’ve got fifty more songs to play with. Fifty! Oh, there’s electricity in the bunker today, my friends. How should I use those credits? It’s one of my favorite questions…
And just so you know, these are my current musical obsessions:
Butch Walker, Sycamore Meadows I’d never heard of the guy, until I started reading rave review after rave review. So, I bought it, and loved it. One of the best albums of last year…
Local H, 12 Angry Months Remember them, from the 90s? Well, they’re still together, and recently released this concept album of sorts, about the real-life breakup of band leader Scott Lucas’ marriage. All couched in a rockin’ Foo Fighters-like noise.
The Gaslight Anthem, The ’59 Sound People say it reminds them of old Springsteen, as if that’s a negative. I guess I can hear some of that, but it’s also just a good old fashioned rock album. And those are hard to come by nowadays.
The Rifles, Great Escape I saw them open for Paul Weller, in Philadelphia recently. I was unfamiliar with the band, but really liked ’em. So, I bought their first album, loved it, and bought the second one as well. Both are a blast, and sound (shockingly enough) like The Jam. Does Weller tour exclusively with people who worship him? It’s a question worth asking.
And that pretty much nukes the notebook, my friends. Hopefully it’ll start refilling over the weekend… for everybody’s sake.
Have a great one, and I’ll see you on the other side.