MTV2 was giving away free tickets to go and see their filming of 30 Seconds to Mars at CBGB's next Thursday. You can't pay for tickets, you can only win them, and to win them, all you had to do was write, with your name, phone number, age, and a picture of yourself.
Just yesterday a group of people got emails telling them they had won three tickets each, and could bring two friends, under two conditions: one, they are fans of the band, and two: they are 26 years old and under.
Yup, that's exactly right: You are not allowed by MTV to go and see your favorite band in concert if you are over 26.
This really, really burned me. I would actually have taken the time off work and found a way to get to the city to go and see them. When I found out about that, I was so depressed and bummed out, not to mention feeling awful about the whole thing. It's not just age, either, it's how you look. Otherwise why would they have asked you for a picture?
But what can you say about MTV that hasn't already been said? They're corporate pimps, they ruin and exploit everything they touch, they can bite my non-existant bag, yadda yadda. Everyone knows that.
To try to cheer myself up, I went out dancing last night with Jenn. J. and Brittany D. We went to Claudio's and while we were walking around town, we met up with Casse, Donna, Tony, Jenny T., Jenn W. (vet school, not reception or tech,) and her boyfriend. The cover band sucked and the dance floor was pretty small, but it Claudio's is on the water and there was a nice breeze and we (Jenn J., Brittany, Casse and I,) just went out there and got down with our bad selves for a few hours. We invented a few new dance moves, actually. After about an hour everyone was all tired and sweaty, except for me, because I can can dance all night, but I was thirsty so we went to the bar and I got a cranberry juice. Then I started goofing off and busting out all my old-school moves that we always do at work for laughs. There was this guy behind me who was cracking the hell up while I was doing that. He pulled Jenn J. aside and said, "Your friend is a trip. You should bring her everywhere with you." Then he hit on Jenn for a while.
Actually, the bartender looked at me once. It was when I was getting my second cranberry juice and Brittany hugged me out of nowhere. The bartender looked at us and said, "Oh ... Oh!" like he was in on some kind of bixesual fantasy or something. I shot him a "whatever" look. Aren't people silly?
Brittany, by the way, is awesomely fun and hilarious. Also she said something really nice to me last night when she saw my sparring gear in my car. She said, "You're the girl who does all of the things that everyone says they want to do but then never do. That's cool." And I hope that it's true, because that's kind of neat. ^_^
Before I even left for going out last night, I came home from work to a bloodbath courtesy of Pendragon, who has bitten through the tip of his tongue. Rob told me once before that iguana tongues bleed like a bastard, and he absolutely was not kidding in any way. Pendragon's entire mouth was so full of blood he couldn't swallow. I had to tilt him face-down and rinse it out with water. Now he's got a little flap-wound there that he keeps on biting because it's in the way of his teeth, which, I might have mentioned once or twice, are like razors. (In fact when I was cleaning out his mouth yesterday I accidentally touched my finger to his top teeth, and now have three rows of neatly curved slices on my knuckle.
This green man can't catch a break sometimes. Neither can I. I've got more birds right now than I can shake a stick at. With Laura away and me sitting her birds as well as my own, I'm overwhelmed. I put my two robins in the aviary earlier today with the two remaining doves. (The catbird died mysteriously, and one of the doves flew away. I hadn't planned on him flying away, but there he went. It was a gorgeous flight and I saw him again today in my yard, so I'm not worried.) This year seems to be all about semi-paralyzed, vomiting fledgling grackles. Ugh.
I haven't been swimming yet. I wanted to go today, but I didn't get done with the cage-shuffle / massive cleaning thing until around 4 (after running to EEVEC to pick up another baby grackle, which took me about two hours with the goddamn holiday traffic,) but I hope I can go tomorrow if it's warm enough.
Oh, and I got an iPod. It's the sweetest thing ever. I didn't have any trouble getting songs on there, but can't seem to manage putting them into proper folders. Grrr. It's frustrating.
I guess it's time for me to feed the birds again. Sorry to seem so dispassionate, but I'm still peeved about the whole MTV thing.
Oh, one more thing, to everyone on my f-ist: Quick favor. If you've got any racist tendencies, or hell, any homophobic tendencies or any other "-ist" tendencies, please tell me now so that I can de-friend you without any fuss ASAP instead of being surprised by it one day and adding to my already negative mood. Appreciate it very much. Thanks.
Just yesterday a group of people got emails telling them they had won three tickets each, and could bring two friends, under two conditions: one, they are fans of the band, and two: they are 26 years old and under.
Yup, that's exactly right: You are not allowed by MTV to go and see your favorite band in concert if you are over 26.
This really, really burned me. I would actually have taken the time off work and found a way to get to the city to go and see them. When I found out about that, I was so depressed and bummed out, not to mention feeling awful about the whole thing. It's not just age, either, it's how you look. Otherwise why would they have asked you for a picture?
But what can you say about MTV that hasn't already been said? They're corporate pimps, they ruin and exploit everything they touch, they can bite my non-existant bag, yadda yadda. Everyone knows that.
To try to cheer myself up, I went out dancing last night with Jenn. J. and Brittany D. We went to Claudio's and while we were walking around town, we met up with Casse, Donna, Tony, Jenny T., Jenn W. (vet school, not reception or tech,) and her boyfriend. The cover band sucked and the dance floor was pretty small, but it Claudio's is on the water and there was a nice breeze and we (Jenn J., Brittany, Casse and I,) just went out there and got down with our bad selves for a few hours. We invented a few new dance moves, actually. After about an hour everyone was all tired and sweaty, except for me, because I can can dance all night, but I was thirsty so we went to the bar and I got a cranberry juice. Then I started goofing off and busting out all my old-school moves that we always do at work for laughs. There was this guy behind me who was cracking the hell up while I was doing that. He pulled Jenn J. aside and said, "Your friend is a trip. You should bring her everywhere with you." Then he hit on Jenn for a while.
Actually, the bartender looked at me once. It was when I was getting my second cranberry juice and Brittany hugged me out of nowhere. The bartender looked at us and said, "Oh ... Oh!" like he was in on some kind of bixesual fantasy or something. I shot him a "whatever" look. Aren't people silly?
Brittany, by the way, is awesomely fun and hilarious. Also she said something really nice to me last night when she saw my sparring gear in my car. She said, "You're the girl who does all of the things that everyone says they want to do but then never do. That's cool." And I hope that it's true, because that's kind of neat. ^_^
Before I even left for going out last night, I came home from work to a bloodbath courtesy of Pendragon, who has bitten through the tip of his tongue. Rob told me once before that iguana tongues bleed like a bastard, and he absolutely was not kidding in any way. Pendragon's entire mouth was so full of blood he couldn't swallow. I had to tilt him face-down and rinse it out with water. Now he's got a little flap-wound there that he keeps on biting because it's in the way of his teeth, which, I might have mentioned once or twice, are like razors. (In fact when I was cleaning out his mouth yesterday I accidentally touched my finger to his top teeth, and now have three rows of neatly curved slices on my knuckle.
This green man can't catch a break sometimes. Neither can I. I've got more birds right now than I can shake a stick at. With Laura away and me sitting her birds as well as my own, I'm overwhelmed. I put my two robins in the aviary earlier today with the two remaining doves. (The catbird died mysteriously, and one of the doves flew away. I hadn't planned on him flying away, but there he went. It was a gorgeous flight and I saw him again today in my yard, so I'm not worried.) This year seems to be all about semi-paralyzed, vomiting fledgling grackles. Ugh.
I haven't been swimming yet. I wanted to go today, but I didn't get done with the cage-shuffle / massive cleaning thing until around 4 (after running to EEVEC to pick up another baby grackle, which took me about two hours with the goddamn holiday traffic,) but I hope I can go tomorrow if it's warm enough.
Oh, and I got an iPod. It's the sweetest thing ever. I didn't have any trouble getting songs on there, but can't seem to manage putting them into proper folders. Grrr. It's frustrating.
I guess it's time for me to feed the birds again. Sorry to seem so dispassionate, but I'm still peeved about the whole MTV thing.
Oh, one more thing, to everyone on my f-ist: Quick favor. If you've got any racist tendencies, or hell, any homophobic tendencies or any other "-ist" tendencies, please tell me now so that I can de-friend you without any fuss ASAP instead of being surprised by it one day and adding to my already negative mood. Appreciate it very much. Thanks.