2.03.2005
One More Time
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In just a few minutes I'll be heading out again to the fabulous and stanky Mason Jar, this time to see Eisley. Has anybody heard of them? Apparently they're managed by Coldplay's manager...and he only manages two bands. Hm. The Puppy swears they're awesome and once again I'm off to be smothered in cigarette smoke and see a band. He was right about Avail...so there's that.
And the job in Portland called me yesterday! I have another phone interview tomorrow with some back-end guy (my, that sounds naughty) - he does the IT stuff for web content and wants to talk tech. (Did I just say "talk tech" - help me.) Anyhoo, if that goes well then it's another phone interview Tuesday - with the VP of the company, and if that goes well then they'll fly me up to the Motherland.
An-y-hoo, I have to take it easy tonight because A) I have that interview and B) I just got my car back from the body shop. Yep, 16 years of drinking and at 33 I banged it up. Humiliating, pathetic, expensive lesson to learn. Only a flesh wound.
While I'm at it, has anyone seen that train wreck of a show called "Love is in the Heir"? And does anybody else LOVE IT THE WAY I DO. I'm convinced it's all a set-up even though apparently she's some relative of the Shah of Iran. But I knew these crazy kids in high school who said their family was royalty over there, too, and had to come to the States. ... come to think of it, they were probably telling the truth, too. I mean, these people are butt nuts and have no grasp on reality. The kids I used to know had this crazy mother who was obsessed with Bono. She kept photos of him everywhere - in her bathroom, in her wallet, on the dashboard in her car. When you flipped down the visor there was a picture there, too, of Bono.
BONO, PEOPLE. Bono. That's all I have to say about that. Just....Bono.
And finally, I heard that one of Bush's initiatives going forward is something about giving pharmacists the right to refuse to fill prescriptions for the morning-after pill on Moral Grounds. Isn't a pharmacist's job to make sure the right pills go in the right bottle? I don't think it's to decide who is making decisions that the pharmacist considers morally wrong and then refusing to serve them. For one thing, it's not like girls are lining up for RU-86. We're not sitting around, doing our nails, talking on the phone to our girlfriends like "oh my gawd, I was totally going to go church yesterday with Suzy but then like, Stacy called and she was like 'Come to this bar - I totally don't know any of these guys and I totally think we should get high on drugs, then denounce Jesus, and then totally have sex with them! It'll be great - we totally won't know who the fathers are and then we'll totally go to the pharmacy to get the morning-after pill!'" No, no no no, that is not going to happen. And for another thing, what happens if refusing to serve people on moral grounds sets a precedent and extends to all professions? What if your bus driver refuses to let you on the bus because he saw you smoking a cigarette and he's morally opposed to second-hand smoke? What if your waitress refuses to bring you your steak because she's a vegefuckingtarian? What if your dentist decides that your shoes offend him?
Huh? Huh?
Farg. I'm all worked up, now, see? I need to leave anyway. FARG.
