More secret spy photos from our Christmas party (these taken by the party crasher with her special third eye implant camera) show an early attempt to organize and the tragic results. I'm in the background doing my best to bust the nascent union, trying to confuse Menudo and New Wave with praise for their vocal performances. There's Larry laughing behind their backs, and since everyone knows that all sound engineers are bass players, I can only figure him for a potential scab. Later, Sixteen Kendells, who claims to know so much about bass players and their unique occupational hazards and fears of inadequacy, suggested Larry hit the road after he said something very rude about guitarists.
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I'm an expert on fear and inadequacy...not on bass players. To truly understand the minds of the masters of the lower cleft, one needs a psychology degree and apparently some expertise in sound engineering :)
And actually I was suggesting that Larry have another Jager Bomb.
I want to apologize for trying to pit Kendells against all bass players everywhere. I realize now that he was trying to help them by getting Larry so wasted he wouldn't be able to plot against them.
Yeah. I'm sneaky.
I'm putting my money where my mouth is and inviting Sixteen Kendells to become a contributor to our magnificent blog. His recent comments leave me wanting full posts on stuff like controversial measures of bass player morphology and clinical studies of sexy shoulder move therapies. Plus I owe him an apology and a plate of peanut butter fudge, but we've run out of sugar. Poured it all on TOMMY.
Not to undermine all the luscious detail you will soon absorb (if you do your homework rather than posting a cool pic of yourself on your profile) but the whole point of that 1 in 1000 chance is that there IS a chance. Who cares about the 999 other chances? They're not for you.
(heh...deleted and reposted...I hate mispelling stuff.)
No apologies necessary...we're all fair game here :)
Does anyone want to do my Statistics homework? Here's a probability I computed...I only stand a 1 in 1000 chance of getting an A in the class.
Well now it kind of looks like we're goofing around with the time/space continuum, perhaps jumping through a huge gash in it. Or perhaps we've slipped into hyperdrive in our myspace ship where we've boarded so many kick-butt friends that I can hardly keep up with writing them each a check for a million bucks! Help me, Josh of Seagulls, where are you with the time machine and the 1.21 gigawatts?
Hey Kendells, it looks like you're wasting the whole night trying to beat the odds! Just ask TOMMY TUBULAR - you gotta know when to fold em, know when to walk away, know when to run.
C's make degrees :)
Dear Sixteen,
I am so proud of the good choices you've made during the last twenty four hours: yes you can settle for Cs, but you will not compromise on your blogger image, especially when it is such an essential piece of our fabulous retro blogiverse. Or a fabulous piece of our essential retro blogiverse. And stuff.
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