Newspaper headline I suspect is coming:

I told Megan about this, but:

PSB on TRIO Live in the US. – 23 March ’04

The film of Pet Shop Boys’ 1997 “Somewhere” show will be featured on the TRIO TV network in the USA. Scheduled dates and times are:

April 21 at 7pm

April 22 at 9am

April 22 at 2pm

If you have Trio, you have no excuse.

Media Whore Report Follows.

Best Of LSG: Essentials from the best producer of straight thumpa out there. Not perfect, but that first CD would be great for bombing down a dark freeway.

Visitor Q: Japan is begging for a Godzilla attack. Beyond Audition and Suicide Club in its audacity. Compulsive viewing.

Stanley Park: So far, very very good. Nice call, Christina.

This is the funniest thing I’ve seen in a while and I see a lot of funny, funny things. Suburban. Trunkmonkey.

To: ForcesOfMediocrity

From: BeaucoupKevin

RE: Jessica Simpson

Hey, guys. Wanted to say congratulations on the Chili’s and Applebee’s initiatives – America’s rapidly moving away from local cuisine and going for the blandest meals possible. Wanted to touch base with you on something – this Jessica Simpson thing. Didn’t we agree that her brief run in 99-00 was going to be it? A few bad pop tunes to ride out the Britney/Christina explosion and we’d make our cash, correct?

See, I wrote off the Newlyweds thing with her FoM approved spouse, Nick Lachey. I even put up with them appearing on talk shows, talking about their life. One season, tops, thought I. Now, season two is going to start, Jessica’s on the airwaves butchering a song that’s already awful (see the 1986 folder – Top Gun initiative,) and there’s something about a variety show in the works.

Look, this is unaccceptable. They are not Douglas Fairbanks and Mary Pickford, Nicole and Tom, Tom and Penelope (thanks for cutting that off, BTW,) Tom and Tom, or even Bennifer. Cut this out and let’s focus on a new initiative before people start to suspect that FoM exists. Get back to me ASAP on this, or I’ll have to get the writing staff to cut down on the Law And Order spinoffs NBC wants.

Lynn’s in Amsterdam. I miss her.

Date: Mon, 29 Mar 2004 07:22:19 -0600 (CST)

From: Lynn

To: BeaucoupKevin

Subject: hi hi!

i have to log off here in a minute but i saw you were on and i am saying

hi. i come back tomorrow. you would like the music here. the food is

another matter.

I saw Freezepop play at the Middle East over the weekend. The line-up was choked with goodness – Commodore Vic (a local band with like, guitars and live drums and stuff) opened, along with Persil (from Amsterdam) and Lifestyle, whose Sean T. Drinkwater claims no resemblence to the Other Sean T Drinkwater from Freezepop.

As this was a record release party, it’s understandable that Freezepop would focus on their new album, and all of it sparkled pretty well. I had some quibbles (the sound seemed to die on Liz’s mike or she forgot to sing when moving her lips) and the crowd (gay drama on the couch, Revenge Of The Nerds types talking loudly about something not at all interesting behind me), but all in all, it was a fun time spent with Pete and Cheryl and their associates (one of whom, Jesse, I never see enough. I may have a man-crush on him.)

(This is a very parenthetical post.)

Also, their new record? Pretty good stuff. More of the Freezepop sound, really. The song “Chess King” had me snickering quite a bit, and “Parlez Vous Freezepop?” is the new “WHAZZZZUP.” Really.

I also finished Perdido Street Station on Sunday morning. Wow. So layered, so over the top, so compulsively readable, Mieville’s prose is immersive to the point you feel like you’re drowning, but he never loses his narrative. Right up there with Cryptonomicon in my personal pantheon. Afterwards, I had to kill a Star Trek novel to clear my head before diving into some reading foisted upon me by Christina. (That’s going well, too. more later, one supposes.)

So, it’s been three weeks since I filed for Unemployment from Massachusetts. This is what they have managed to do. They’ve managed to halve my benefit based on some bullshit arbitrary numberfuck, ignoring what Merchant Warehouse stated my income was and would be, and are instead using numbers from the period last year in which I worked part-time at Azure (with Kristin, who was the breakfast manager) and I was bringing home about $1000 a month as the base for “What Kevin Will Be Paid,” according to a letter recently sent to me.

So, I’ve been working for a week and haven’t gotten my money. Fuck them. Fuck them in their fucking ears with a rust-encrusted scalpel. I swear, I’m going to blow that check on Scotch and hot sweaty gay sex. Not that I’m into hot sweaty gay sex. Honest. No, that’s not a sizeable Erasure and Pet Shop Boys collection. Fuck you.

Once again, BUY MY SEQUENCER, SUCKERS. Woo.

(Yes, I know there’s been a lack of content. I’m, you know, being responsible at work and stuff.)

Do you hear that sound? That’s my brain frying as I learn SQL in a backwards method that involves StarQuery.

*PPPPSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHH*

New Job started today. Sales.

So far, it’s love.

You should see Suicide Club only if you have a strong, strong stomach and are willing to accept that the Japanese, god love ‘em, are as fucked up as any people have ever been.

Second: this is a bit for myself. If you like it, that’s fine.

Bill Gates has enough money to give his board of directors the finger and go to some place in Utah to just ponder the direction of things twice a year. I’m lucky to be able to have enough space on my credit card to allow me to have a few hours thinking time at the pub while Lisa makes sure my bourbon level never drops below optimum.

So, the semi-retired life? Tired of it.

Interview on Monday at 1PM EST, so send good vibes my way then.

I’ve been reading a lot of comics and books and watching a lot of movies. Imagine that.