$25 of fail

These kids today, with their clubs. I do not approve of the club way of doing the concerts!

Damon & Naomi were going to be at T.T. the Bear's Place in Central. Doors were to open at 7:30, the site said; show was to start at 8:00. I like Damon & Naomi; they're a trippy, ethereal, trancey-pop duo, and I listen to them when I want to be washed in pretty sounds. So I sprung for two tickets, $10 apiece, plus a $5 processing fee.

After some wrangling, I worked out how to meet up with adfamiliares in Central Square, c. 8:00. While waiting for her, I checked in at the club. Signs were posted, listing the set times. "DAMON & NAOMI," one said, in orange magic marker. "11:30".

11:30!

We are old. We have things to do. We can't wait around for four hours until the band we want to hear comes on. Who does things like this? The clubs, that's who! They want to sell drinks to the young folks, and keep them there until all hours. We want to show up at the time listed on the website and see the act we wanted to see, and get home in time to watch Kronkite. Or, well, Stewart.

So, we came home, having wasted donated $25 to Damon & Naomi. And, according to the sign, they still haven't started their set.

~*~

On the plus side: free papasan chair! The cute neighbor chicks moved out a week or two ago, and we snagged it from them. It was missing four screws, but I was able to take one of the two remaining screws to Home Depot and match it using their little screw-thread-matching panel. (6mm metric, turns out.) So now it is all assembled, and my office is 1) more comfortable and 2) less empty-seeming. Not a fabulous chair — tube-metal instead of rattan — but ohh, so comfy. Now I have a place to nestle and read in here.

BREAKING: Gus-Gus wriggled out of her harness and got loose in the yard! Fortunately, she only climbed ten feet up a tree, and we managed to coax her down. But that was an adrenaline rush we weren't expecting....

PSA: fresh salmon

I just got hit with a salmon!

The salmon bot chooses two people who have just posted to LJ and initiates an AIM conversation between them. It sends the same opening message to both of them, using a salmon-related username, then relays whatever one says to the other.

My "partner" already knew about the bot, so confusion was minimal:

11:10:15 PM ninjasalmon: We are legion. The time of our return is coming. Our numbers will darken the sky of every world. You cannot escape your doom.
11:10:36 PM jere7mytt: Bummer!
11:12:10 PM ninjasalmon: hello
11:12:23 PM jere7mytt: Hi.
11:13:22 PM ninjasalmon: do you have a LJ
11:13:36 PM jere7mytt: I do.
11:13:55 PM ninjasalmon: do you know about the salmon bot?
11:14:22 PM jere7mytt: [Googles. —ed.] Now I do!
11:14:45 PM jere7mytt: I figured it was something like that.
11:14:57 PM ninjasalmon: haha. well i got a message from you but it wasnt actually you it was a bot.
11:15:05 PM ninjasalmon: We are legion. The time of our return is coming. Our numbers will darken the sky of every world. You cannot escape your doom.
11:15:06 PM jere7mytt: Yeah, ditto.
11:15:16 PM jere7mytt: Love the internet!
11:15:40 PM ninjasalmon: oh yes

It actually seems sort of benign, once the meme is widely known enough that people don't get angry and confused. It's a way of involuntarily and randomly meeting people at unexpected times.

Now you know. And knowing is half the salmon.