Thursday, March 12, 2009

The social plan ran into its first roadblock today, in what promises to be the first of many snags, when turnout simply disintegrated. I had pictured a showing of one, maybe two dozen people at the concert on Saturday, followed by a mellow reception, but what I hadn’t planned on was a complete dissolution of the event. The theater called yesterday, right around lunch time: part of the ticket money was being refunded because the reception had been cancelled, with only four RSVPs in tow.

Even then–and I demand brownie points for this–I had planned on going, until another call came this morning. It would be a party of three now, myself included, with the other two seats going to a mom and her son. Which could be a fun trip, were it not for, y’know, awkwaaard. So I tied it off. Called it: time of death, 10:32 AM. Then I tried giving away the tickets for free, only to find no takers whatsoever. Man. You’d figure a band resembling the Rolling Stones would attract something like enthusiasm, but you’d be figuring incorrectly. Now, it’s on to the next thing, an opportunity directly from the G himself. And, indirectly, this blog.

Speaking of which, blogs. After reading about how the real Slim Shady did stand up–and was then put down–I realized that a blog, much like Eminem’s corpus, mainly involves singing about yourself. I initially took offense at this, but then I started wondering whether Eminem blogs or uses Twitter, and how he could possibly rap about himself rapping about himself, all while beating women. A hypothesis, if I may:

Gotta yell at that bitch,
Tweet the one-four-oh.
Pimp hand on the keyboard
Pimp slappin’ the ho’.

Log off!
(What)
With the missus berated,
Time to rap about myself,
Status Update’s updated.

How do you top off
A Dr. Dre day?
Well, first Ima flog her,
And then Ima Blogger.