CHICAGO: If Hepatitis C Were Attacking Your Face Instead of Your Liver You'd Be Doing Something About It

"Why, even if he had, would the sound still have sucked? Why are the rooms we're playing so ill-suited to our show? Why don't they have mikes? Why can't anybody do anything?" I'm harshing everyone's post-show mellow. "Tell me something. You have a group like the Waco Brothers. They do one thing, and it's loud. They don't accommodate the rooms the way we do, turning themselves into a folk act for a folkie room, changing to a bar band in a bar, doing old-folks music when they're booked in bingo tents. What the hell do they do when they get booked in places like we've been playing?"

"They do what they do then they never return," says Lorne. "Nobody changes their show night by night the way we do."

Too true.

Remember the episode where GOB is going around talking about the price of his suit? And he tells Michael that he doesn't want kids getting their sticky fingers on his $3000 pants? Michael responds, "Oh, you think they'll go right for the pants, huh?" While I think GOB's response is hilarious, I don't get why he spazzes out.

Watch here. http://gobspeechless.ytmnd.com/

Thanks for checking on los gatos, John.

I think Gob in that episode is just supposed to be generally power-crazy? COME ON.

Remaining problem: cat hair on the bed spread. I'll deal with that shit later.

xpost-- I know he's supposed to be power hungry, but I just wondered what he was going to say. "Should" what?

xpst-- tonight.

Weird. This can't be company sanctioned behavior.

Let me know if anything's happening then, I guess!

We're home.

My parents have a dedicated mini ice maker machine just for their bar area. I miss it so much!!!

I have a bruise on my forearm the size of a half-dollar, it's been there since Sunday morning. What happened? I never got totally wasted.

The apartment is pretty fucking clean. I did more spackling. AND I caulked my leaky shoe. Would that I could maintain cleanliness; alas I am a man of extremes and this is a long-running trait.

By the way--flip-flops and shorts are way way better for cleaning than a bathrobe.

Kitty is fabulous. Kitty sleeps in a Far Niente box.

The only strange point I guess was when I started making bald jokes and Kevin started kicking me under the table. Yeah, it's tacky. But come on. He once basically called me the worst human being in the world. A bald joke or two ain't gonna kill him.

We took a cab home together. We're all good. Until next year.

John Williams: bald.

Kenan Hebert: not earning near as much per year as John Williams.

I didn't expect to make it beyond Best Buy and then dinner, but Courtney and I ate at Dunl@y's on Clark (yuuummmmy grilled veggies the Killer Wild Rice) and returned to BB where beer greased the wheels of her credit card and we got her a wireless router and an external hard drive and then we went to Mikey's on Broadway (see Wine Markups thread for interesting photo of their BYOMeat advertisement).

Anyway, I'm sorry that I didn't make it tonight.

Why would JW make himself seem like such a douche online if he actually is not worthless in person?

See: certain other people you know.

A: Baldness?

that is an xpost.