Pictures of the Epoxies / Groovie Ghoulies / Royalty show are up now. Angela took these, which means that A) I got to actually watch the show, which was a nice change, and B) the pictures are great! It was a fantastic show, too. I hadn't seen Groovie Ghoulies before, and they're a lot of fun. And The Epoxies were awesome as always. Go buy their new album. Someone tagged the men's room mirror again; yes, the same mirror that we've only had for five weeks. Thanks, asshole, that's another $500 you just cost us. This time, they tagged it at the Epoxies show, which I guess is the world's way of rubbing my nose in the fact that tagging is so wonderfully "cross-genre" now. It's not just for wannabe gangstas any more.
We now have a newspaper rack for The Onion next to the flyer rack. I'm so glad they've started doing a local SF edition of the paper: it is so much funnier when you read it on newsprint than online. Silly gags like "Investigators Blame Stupidity In Area Death" and "Goth, Metalhead Overcome Subcultural Differences To Find Love" get at least a 20% humor boost by being printed on actual crappy newspaper-paper. We also run an ad in it now. Alas, our ad is nonfiction, but I still get a kick out of it when I flip through a paper and see one of our ads. "Hey, that's us!"
And finally, we recently got a visit from ____ ___ ____ ___ ___ ___ _____ ___ (___ _____ ______ _______ ______). __ ______ __ ___ ____-____-______ _______ _ _____ __ ____ ____, ___ ____ __ ___, ___ _______ _________ _____ ___ _______ _____ __ _____ __ __ ___ ____ ____. "Are you denying me entry? Because I'll be back tomorrow to shut you down!" Well sir, we just need to see your ID... "I don't have to show you my ID, it's got my personal information on it!" __, _____ _____ ___, ___ ___ ___ _________ _____ __ _______. __ _______ ______ _______ ___ ____, ___ ____ ___ ___ __ ____ _____ _______ _____ __ ___ _______ _ __ ______ ____. ____ __ ___ ____ ________ ___ _____ __ (__ ______) _____ ___ _________ __ __ __... _____ __!
____ ____ ______ __ ___ _______ _______ _______ __ ___ ______ __ ___ ___ ____. __ ____ ____ ___ ___ ____ ____ __ "___'_ ___ ____ ___ _ __?" ____________ ____ ____, ___.
__________ __ ___ ____ _______ _____ ____ ____ "__________". ___ __ ____'_ _______ __ ____ ____ _____ ___.
This was one of those situations where we'd love to call up and complain to the guy's boss about (shall we say) "how he carried himself", but that would just result in him being here every night for the next year.
I guess it could be worse, we could be dealing the The Sopranos instead. At least he didn't shoot anybody.
