bluevalentine

I fell into a hole near the curb by where my car was parked today.

I have a busy busy busy few days coming up.

I am meeting with someone who wants to hire me to do talent booking for a big festival that goes on twice a year here. The job would be great but I kinda don't want it. I don't know why I'm going. alyk and I talked about this over the weekend. (Did I mention I met her? and Smuffy? Yes? well, let me mention it again. suck it, bitches!). We talked about the fact that no matter how hard we work we have a hard time turning down good money. I think she's part jew.

But if the money is right and he'll let me do it on my terms, the we're good. if not..then...not. A friend of mine had the job before but is moving to Seattle. From what she told me, she could have done it with part time hours. And also from home. So what I'm telling him is I want this to be like a freelance position. Give me a budget and the number of acts and what type and I will do it under budget. end of story. I want a flat rate for the project. not hourly. And I want a pony.

Also, after realizing that if some outrageously douchetastic guy can host a totally EXTREME food tv show, so can I. Well, podcast first. Then pitch to klru. Because I obviously don't have enough to do. Obviously.

If you are local, big star burlesque has a show this saturday. Let me konw if you want to come and I'll totally hook you up with a deal.

There is a couple at the table across from me playing that AMC Reel Clues board game, just reading the questions back and forth. You should not be allowed to play the game if you can not pronounce "Martin Landau" (its not "Lan....doo" or "Lan-do". I don't think Martin Landau was ever a general in the Rebel Alliance.) and don't even know that there was once a movie called "Glengarry, Glen Ross" (tardo a: The answer is Glengarry, Glen Ross / tardo b: yeah...never heard of it / tardo a: yeah..uhh..me neither..heh.)


My tits hurt.