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Probably me!

I had a pretty long and complex dream last night.

I am in no way bummed about this situation. I posted my resume to monster.com and within hours was already getting a nice trickle of "Hey I saw your resume on monster.com, and I thought you were a good match for this position." Some of these are extremely promising indeed, and are much more in-line with my interests.

The funny thing is that I really was on the verge of quitting anyway — I was waiting for the current game to be finished, because I have a sense of loyalty and didn't want to leave anyone in a lurch.

As of today I am no longer employed. (Add me to the list of people fired for blogging.)

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One part ruby red grapefruit juice

One part creme de cacao

Last night's Frontalot show was excellent. I got there after the opening band finished, and met up with the good MC (and introduced Neill to him as he showed up just after me) as his friend Brandon of Emerald Rain Productions was setting up for his mini-set. Which was awesome.

Then the good MC did his thing (with Brandon on bass and sampler, and Brandon's drummer Dan on, well, drums), though it was a fairly short set, with Crime Spree, Message 419, a medley of Special Delivery and My Sister, Braggadocio, Nerdcore Hiphop, and closed with Yellow Lasers (which was awesome because he did his usual "That's it for tonight" fake ending and then people were shouting out "ONE MORE SONG!!!" and I shouted "YELLOW LASERS!" and then Brandon started its signature bassline. Not that I influenced that at all, just that I guessed which one they were going to do for an encore since any Frontalot set without Yellow Lasers is not a Frontalot set.

Karol Wojtyla (a.k.a. Pope John Paul II) died about an hour ago. According to the news, he actually refused medical treatment for this last bout, and just wanted to be closer to God at this point. So I can't help but feel some last-minute respect for him.

To everyone in the New York metro area: My good acquaintence MC Frontalot is having a show tomorrow night (April 2, 2005) at a bar in Brooklyn (C'Fizz aka The Collymoore, at 18 Putnam Ave). $5 cover, $2 beers. I will be there (in the audience, not performing), as will Neill (probably). So all you crazy Internet stalkers can get a triple dose of awesome. (Mostly because Front is worth a double dose and then you can round up the partial incremental doses that Neill and I would provide.)