Confusion 101: Dude … I Mean, Like Really, What’s Up With The New Facebook Layout?
Hi,
Oh man, this is gonna be a rough day. First off, you know the line in the Guns N Roses song “Mr. Brownstone” where Axl intones “I get up around seven, get outta bed around nine …”? Yeah, I remember it too! That’s how I was able to type it just now without having to google it first. Anyway, I always really related to that bit of poetic genius because as you may or may not know, I spend about the first two waking hours of each day daydreaming, as it were, about what I’m gonna have for breakfast. So you can imagine my dismay when I realized that upon the chicken, egg and mushroom omelette-ish creation pictured below …

… I was grating a different kind of cheese than I had been lying in bed in my tighty-wighties imagining for the past two hours! Oh man. Oh man, I thought. Actually I thought: “Dude! What are you doing?” Because I always refer to myself as “Dude” when I talk to myself inside my head. Anyway, now I’m eating stupid parmesan cheese instead of Irish cheddar cheese which might not be so bad except that I wasn’t PLANNING on eating parmesan cheese, I was PLANNING on eating Irish cheddar cheese.
So my day is pretty much ruined. Which will explain why I’m in such a bad mood and won’t wanna make small talk with you about your new apartment, or your boyfriend’s new job, or whatever dumb crap is on your mind when we both happen to be riding the F train tonight at 7pm while I’m on my way to Mother Feather rehearsal and Troy Davis is getting executed for a crime he may not have committed.
Mwah!
M
P.S. Later this week is the biennial Wes Hutchinson gig … Rock on!
P.P.S. There are things happening this week not related to music or capital punishment …
P.P.P.S. Some of them are called “Modern Dance.”
P.P.P.P.S. Since you got laid off from that job you didn’t like anyway, you might be interested in the free modern dance performance in the middle of the day that the rest of this sentence links to.
P.P.P.P.P.S. If you still kiss your bosses dflkjashdlfgushu enough to keep that job you don’t even like, you’ll probably have to go to the performance the rest of this sentence links to because it happens in the evening.



