Seeing a "Street performer" rummage through the light post trash cans on Elmwood near Anderson for bottles is nothing new. Seeing one tonight looking for bottles on HIS FREAKING SEGWAY did make me stop and do a doubletake. I got to put a camera in the car for such occasions.

Part two of my ten part association with the Bills took place Friday night. I like Football okay, but the games at this time of the year are pretty awful. It's the overall spectacle that moves me to get involved, that and the extra cash. It's fun to get the "I'm with the band" feeling of get waved into the parking lot and being "Backstage" as all the preparations are going on. Good for your soul to invest in something larger than you even if it is just a football game. I got a new perch for this one (Between sections 125 and 126) so I could actually see the game as opposed to the closed doors of the suites and it was kind of cool. The suiteowners sent drinks out anyway and a few quick quips made me a man of the people.

It was a "kid's day" game which managed to expose some parents as fucking morons. When my guys were little, I'd worry about too much distance between me and them at a big event. Yet, twice I found little kids out in the isle ( like 3 and 4 years old little), with their parents oblivious to the fact their child just bounced on a concrete step because the "game" was on. Udder jerkoffs.

Bills screwed up by having fireworks in the parking lot which sent a good number of people scrambling for the exit. Could have been ugly if there was a bigger crowd by that time.

NIce lazy day with the kids yesterday and this morning. Repaired to the Elmwood fest till just a little bit ago. Them JAzzbeards were awesome and should release a live cd like yesterday. I didn't see any fellow peeps but I did get a chance to see a few folk and unlike Allentown, see some interesting pieces of artwork.

Nice day

I'm liking that fact that live cds/albums are getting a little demythologized. It used to be that you'd see some dude at the Super Flea on Walden peddling live recordings at stupidly high prices. With downloading and whatnot, some bands are letting loose with concert tapes and making some good things readily available. That's pretty cool as I'm getting a little too old to be collecting concert t-shirts. Dave Matthews and U2 both have sanctioned sites where you can grab most shows for your IPOD which has made my IPOD happy. There are a couple of live recording site that peak my curiousity now and again, but what had got me going are a couple of official band sites.

For example, spur of the moment I drove out to Darien Lake for the Ratdog/Allman Brothers show, mostly to see the guitarists in the current version of the Allmans go at it. Warren Haynes and Butch Trucks can play just about anything, from acoustic to blues to rock to jam. Both guys are great and if you are a fan of such stuff (as I am), it's a treat to watch. It was a great show and thanks to the Allman Bros official site, it's on my IPOD as of a few minutes ago.

Sometimes it's the little things than can change the temper of your outlook.

"Going to the concert, baby don't you wanna go?"

Got to order this...

Some observations whilst stumbling through another meandering workweek.

My younger sister is getting married in October and that's fine. She made a big pronouncement about an unconventional service, which has rapidly descended into a run of the mill ceremony. That in and of itself is no big deal, but it's easy to pay the price of her decision making consequences. She's involved in NYC theater so the family tends to get treated as an audience member a lot. The ceremony is in Fishkill, NY on this resort/country club. She is having a dinner the night before with an esoteric menu. I made the suggestion that maybe she might want to ditch the pork entree and do a chicken thing instead. I was thinking of my own kids who have never eaten red meat and ain't about to dig into eggplant parm. She wanted the pork thing for our older brother, who is autistic and developmentally disabled. He also travels pretty well though so we've tried to tell her that she doesn't need to deal with caterers on that level since it will only mean a greater expense.

The hell do I know...

Got rejected from a job I interviewed for a weeks back. In the grand scheme, I really didn't want the gig. It had the salient virtue of being back downtown and 8 to 5 and such, but the actual task wasn't all that appealing. What made the whole exercise remarkable was the rejection came via email. That for me was a first. I used to have a mosaic that I made of all the letterhead that intially told me to fuck off post college.

Onward and upward...

Went to see Superbad on Monday and laughed my fool head off. I should be beyond that stuff, but sadly it still tickles me.

Whined to my boss at the Bills games for a change of assignment so I can see more of the game and its goings on. Guess you're never too old to successfully pout.

Banked a couple hundred dollars in commissions for July and it's going to pretty much disolve into school supplies for the youngins.

Got passed over by a woman who was turned off by the fact I had kids. What the fuck? That is a guy thing to do. I don't understand what the world anymore. No second date there. Her loss.

The chocolate dipped strawberry blizzard at Dairy Queen can cure what ails you. Trust me.

Finagled a trip to NYC proper in mid september. My elder sister's firm is getting taken over by Upper Deck (the card company). The previous owner is divesting the rest of his season tickets to the Yankees and hooked my sibling with Yankee Red Sox seats. The game takes on an event like nature and I'm scraping together the funds to go. You don't even need to be a baseball fan to savor all that goes into Yankee Red Sox meeting in the Bronx. We also get to bitch and moan about the wedding nonsense at the same time, so it's one of those rare win, win situations.

My current hours are messing with me. Just came home tired last night and had milk and 3 brownies for dinner. Probably shouldn't do that very often, but they were damn good brownies.

Tired about people whining to me that they didn't get their cable bill. It's the cable company for fucksake, you really think it would miss a chance to collect?

I "love" my job.