This week included going to see friends in a comedy show, another concert, a significant death, and general awesomeness on my part.

The comedy show was on Monday with three very funny ladies that work at the same establishment as me and one even funnier lady who used to work there.  It was going just swell till a little over half way through.  One of the performances of the evening was a dynamic duo.  This is where things went…heckley.  They were funny.  But then they made a grammar joke, but it wasn’t correct.  I must have frowned or something because they made a comment about the look on my face.  I couldn’t let that go.  No, I had to have a come back.  And believe me I did.  And another and another and another and another.  The rest of their set I was all over whatever they made comments about.  Good times.

Tuesday I had rocked a ticket to the Mika show thanks to Twitter.  People started lining up around 10am for entrance.  Obviously I didn’t do that; one) I have a job, two) I have some pride, three) I line up for roller coasters and bathrooms only.  I walked by the venue at 9pm and the line snaked around the block.  I went for some chicken and came back at 10pm.  I still had to queue up for about 3 minutes.  Clipboard guy asked if I had a stamp; no.  He asked if I had a ticket; will call.  He asked my name; not on the list he was holding.  Clipboard guy let me in anyway.  Thanks Clipboard guy-you’re kinda cute too.

The show was great. It was the first time I had been to Le Poisson Rouge and that place is pretty fucking cool.  It’s small enough that unless you are short or stuck behind a column there’s no such thing as a bad spot and it’s decked out with art, vinyl, and rubber.  It’s a sexy music venue.

I got home covered in glitter like material and singing–just like a crazy person.  It was a good night.

Two days later the King of Pop dies and just like the rest of the world I download the Thriller album from iTunes cause quite frankly I have no idea where my tape is and certainly don’t have a tape player anymore.  Seriously I know exactly where my family’s record album of it is, nicely tucked away in a box in Kansas.  I even know where we have his autograph.  Yes, my family has Michael Jackson’s autograph.  That doesn’t mean that I have access to these things right now.  It means that off to iTunes I headed with everyone else.  So many people freaked out that MJ almost took the internet with him.

Next week is vacation for me, so no concerts planned, but I will be picking up a bottle of Bakon.

I’ve been sucked into Twitter.  It’s true.  I joined initially when it first went live cause you know I’m cutting edge.  I think I used it maybe 15 times then abandoned it for booze.  Anyway I was sitting at work and She Who Will Not Facebook told me about Shia Lebeouf’s comment about his mother and how he wouldn’t mind tapping that ass.  Well I had to tell him that it is inappropriate to talk about your mom that way.  So I used the old librarian skills and discovered his twitter account.

I followed him for about a week before he said something that I could reply to that pertained to tapping ass/mom/inappropriateness, but that week was all it took.  I was hooked.  Now I was following BrooklynVegan, The L Magazine, and some of my favorite bands.  I wasn’t actually going to the websites as much and missed the announcement of Mika, but did know that The Teenagers were playing at the Seaport.

I love The Teenagers because they are French and fabulous.  And some of there lyrics are about getting off your computer–how could I not love them.

Anyway I went to the show.  It was a little chilly out and not at all crowded, or even populated.  It was awkward.  I still had a great time, I managed to avoid showing up in the photos and dogded being forced to sing into the microphone.  I was debated sticking around for Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, but it was chilly.

I bailed and decided to hit the after party where they were spinning.  I went home to drop my bag and get a jacket.  I checked Twitter as I got home and Le Poisson Rouge said that they would release more Mika tickets.  There went me hitting the after party…cause it is Mika at Le Poisson Rouge.

So I then spent the evening jumping through hoops to get my tickets, of course I could have just waited till the next day when they just gave away the password but where is the fun in that?  Besides The Teenagers are in town for the weekend and are spinning for the Peaches Afterparty.

Today I got a mix from Mercury Lounge thanks to the Tweet.

What’s the lesson here?  Twitter is good.

This weekend is the annual Museum of Comics and Cartoon Art Festival.  Last year I just wasn’t paying attention and didn’t go, but this year I was on top of it.  Or rather thanks in part to twitter I didn’t completely ignore it’s existence.  I dragged myself down to the Lexington Armory and paid the $10 to get in.  I also met two rather interesting people in line; one wrote a comic about Cannibalistic Cyclops (yes I asked if they only eat Cyclops) and the other is an all-around artist, writer guy with his own website and everything.

My goal was to find Randall Munroe and let him know that we are friends whether he knows it or not.  Who is Randall Munroe you ask?  He’s xkcd!  I did one circle just to see if I even recognized anyone else and the answer was no.  Questionable Content guy was there.  I looked at his prints, but ultimately I have no place for them and eh…  There were a bunch of people gathered around this one guy, who is that?  Holy poo: it’s Randall.  He isn’t a stick figure at all.  In fact he sort of looks like Evil Chris.  Weird.  About 40 minutes later it was my turn to talk to him.   I had been preparing my witticisms. The following is the conversation that took place more or less:

“This is going to be awkward because in my head we are already friends.”

“Really?  In my head we are arch enemies dating back to ancient history.  All of our battles take place in trees.”

“See.  I knew this was going to be awkward.  Can I have a sketch please?  And the math print, because it’s true.”

“Sure.  What’s your profession?”

“Well, I am a librarian, but I left the field.  They were working a little too hard to bring about the Terminators.  Databases being able to communicate with each other…what are they thinking?!”

“I bet they replaced you with a robot.”

“Monkey actually.”

“Cybernetic monkey.  You single-handedly caused Judgement Day.  I hope you’re happy.  What do you want me to draw?”

“Whatever you’d like.”

Randall draws:

“So Dewey Decimal or Library of Congress?”

“Library of Congress.  Dewey has too many social connotations.”

“But Library of Congress is bizarre.  I think it was developed by machines.”

“Committee actually.”

“How can all of science be put in one section?  Don’t they know that everyone uses science?”

“Committee of librarians.  Really, what do you expect?”

The sketch cost me 3.14159 and the print cost $10.  I say it was all worth it.

Afterward I found my friend who had a table.  She looked all professional.  Then I was off to stand in another line, this time for a burger and shake.  Yes I am referring to the hour and a half line at the Shake Shack and yes, it is worth it.  I’m not joking about the line.  Check the Cam if you don’t believe me.

I then stopped by Virgin.  Quite frankly I was surprised it was still open, but figured there would be some deals.  All CDs & DVDs were 50% off.  That’s enough to make me go ahead and get things that I’ve been on the fence about, like Fleet Foxes.  Oh wait, everything good is GONE.  Sure there are two isles of Jonas Brothers but I had to fight for Snow Patrol & Mates of State.  It was enough to send me home, well after I went to Other Music and got the new Franz Ferdinand & Grizzly Bear.

This past week flew by.  Perhaps it’s because I was sick.  Perhaps it’s because I spent most of the time asleep or perhaps it’s because time is slowly increasing and we’ll all old and decrepit before you know it.  Anyway, last weekend the Reporter was in town for a visit.  She came to say hello, but to mainly shop.  Friday night we got together for drinks at Jesse’s holy inappropriate bar, home to frat boys from Long Island.

Saturday night we ventured to Williamsburg.  We went to a venue new to me, Union Pool.  Despite what the internet says it did not smell bad.  In fact during the time we were there it was pretty cool.  The Taco Truck was amazing–I highly recommend the queso and PBRs were $3.  Hell yeah.  The whole reason we went there was to see Elizabeth Harper.  We paid the $8 to get into the music venue part of the bar and caught all of the opening acts as well.  The first one, which I cannot remember the name of was…well, very garage band.  The female guitarist looked cool, the guy sounded like a chick, and the drummer seemed angry all the time.

The next band, the Roulette’s I think, well they were better.  The female lead with brunette hair was pretty freaking good.  The blonde girl who sang, she looked like Little Miss Sunshine.  That was distracting.  We decided she was in the band because she looked like Little Miss Sunshine, or perhaps she had provided them with a practice space, or maybe it was because she had a vehicle or something.  Oh Little Miss Sunshine, you annoyed us.

Elizabeth Harper went on around 11:15 or so.  She played 80′s synth music.  It was lots of fun and dance-party-esque.  I wondered if she was friends with Chairlift.  Turns out yes.  I won’t hold it against her.  She was so much better than Chairlift.  Yes, it’s true I really don’t like Chairlift.  You know how much I don’t like Chairlift?  I won’t even download free music by them.  That’s how much.

We bugged out of Union Pool after the show.  We walked back out onto the deck and it was wall to wall to Taco Truck hipsters.  I felt myself being judged.  We walked over to d.b.a. and ran into a group of people in mascot costumes jumping on street mattresses.  It was very strange.

At d.b.a. we had another bevy.  Unfortunately my rock star bartender was not working, something about a wedding.  Reporter took off with her other NYC friend.  I stayed for one more.  It turns out that there was a kegger at my apartment and I really do hate those people.  d.b.a. cleared out around 1:30 so I headed back to Manhattan.

I stopped in a B Bar to say hi to the Writers.  This turned into me being personally escorted to the outside bar and then shots and more beer and more shots and then sunrise.  What?  I ended up taking a cab home and the cabbie thought I was going to puke in his ride.  Ha!

I arrived back at the homestead around 6am and it was rank.  Note to younger peeps: DO NOT THROW A KEGGER IN AN APARTMENT.  IT WILL SMELL WORSE THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE.  Side note: the apartment has still not been completed cleaned up since that party.  Most of the smell is gone, but the sticky floors remain.

So there are lots of things in the news these days.  Eminem getting teabagged by Bruno–I think Eminem should have motorboated that.

One of the more disturbing things is the new cancer vaccine. Didn’t we learn that curing cancer turns out poorly? I’m not sure if Will Smith will actually be able to save us. What, you don’t remember? Come on now: