Watercooler 0: Nothing Is A Problem For Me

Cos the timezone thing on faux-ilx isn't live, seemingly

I usually decline random requests on my personal account unless I actually know them (or if they have people I know listed in their top eight), or unless their space looks particularly cool. i.e. hott dirty dronerock boys I will always accept friendships from.

Not that I get many of those, mind you. :-(

I don't think being shallow is necessarily a bad thing anyway.

I ain't got no last fm friends - should ask around really.

I've been working on this payaway report all day, trying to get the rolling cumulative totals to add up right. And this conslutant keeps PESTERING me to make this minor change on his case. Less than half an hour before he sent the second request.

Like... DUDE!!! I am the head of MI for a large company of several hundred people. I clearly have NOTHING better to do with my time than change your errors.

Bah.

.....Nah i can't do that to FP twice in one day.

I'll be your last fm friend!

::sticks fingers in ears and thinks of Benjamin::

http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b132/mel_face/earring.jpg

LA LA LA LA LA LA LAAAAA LA LA LA LA LAAAAA LA LA!

Awww, it's just so cute to see floppy teenaged Ben. Because he still had that huge lopsided grin, but the rest of him hadn't quite grown into it yet. :-)

Then one day he finds ILX Watercooler on google...

There's a whole thread dedicated to nothing but me and Brandon's number one nutter going "pedals! ASS!!! pedals!!! ASS!!! ORGAN!!! ass!!! PEDALS!!!!!"

Once upon a time, when I was hott and skinny and attractive and my band used to tour, I used to get approached by groupie boys. And if the groupie boy was all "uuuhhh... breasts...." I'd get turned off. But if a groupie boy was all "Omigod, I love your pedals..." and then went "Aw, you're so cute!" as well, I'd be much more likely to respond. Or, like, sign his chest or whatever. (This is actually a true story, a boy did ask me to sign his chest after talking to me gooily about pedals for half an hour.)

(This has actually happened with a different former groupie. Heh.)

Sorry, I'm lost in a reverie here.

Maybe this is why being in a band is no fun any more. I don't get groupies any more. I can't remember the last time a cute red-headed boy asked me to sign his chest.

17 Year Old Groupie (let's call him Benjamin): What kind of distortion pedal are you using? It sounds so cool...
Kate: Oh, would you like to come backstage and play with my Big Muff?
Benjamin: Ooh, sure. Would you care to adjust the knob of my Meatball?
Kate: Just be careful of the Electric Mistress...
Benjamin: Ooh, err, missus, etc.

Shit, I should set up some new users before I leave.

I spent last night with a camera in my AREA. I've always wondered why they film the guitarist's picking hand, which does almost nothing and not the fretting hand.

"Grr, go away! Don't wanna listen to yr crummy band!"

(That's via myspace links, so present company excepted naturally. I only got it to stop all those other MarkGrout's from nabbing it!)