March 26, 2005

No Pictures Please

We're in rockstar mode -- or perhaps sunshine warrior mode -- getting super crisp and rocking the light fabrics. I haven't worn a skirt in like a year before this but I've worn dresses like every day.The game is to be sold not told. No pictures please.

We stopped into the actual M3 Summit happenings yesterday and caught a panel or two (including the putting on live shows panels moderated by this guy. After the panel, I asked the Vice Records guy re: his comment about feeding music to blogs in order to break them if he didn't worry about further narrowing the buying audience of the music he's trying to get decent sales for. I mean, come on, bloggers get their shit for free so they're not buying anything. Even I get free music and bullshit and I'm not even a music blogger per se. Then again never underestimate the force of sheeple looking to be told what's cool I suppose. Speaking as that disillusioned blogger, this net shit is overrated) and also checked out the high tech phones that Verizon will be rocking three years after everyone in 2010. I love my service but get with technology people! I also can't sign on to the phone/mp3 player/datebook/camera/toaster/electronic bulter model because I'm a clumsy motherfucker and it will be broken within the week. Reason #498 that I love my Zen: takes a licking and keeps on ticking! I drop it on the cold concrete once a week at least. Can an iPod do that shit? Me thinks not, dun.

We've been happy dialing/emailing folks from our phone. Aaron The Outer wrote us back with the fat attitude and the snideness of "awesome. can i expect to read this conversation on your blog soon? maybe you'll use an internet cafe...stop calling me 'dunny.' christ." Someone's a little testy! How you like that snow, dunny? We're on some 2001 shit. You can't kill the focus! We've also got an appointment at our house next week with the fit one from the U.K. and Deadwood Season 2 episodes to date. Wikkid!

I think the scariest part about the trip so far is that we're only at the halfway point and I feel like I've been here for a month. Now that is a fucking vacation.

Posted by Candicissima at March 26, 2005 02:58 PM