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*poit!*

So, first off, Happy Birthday to Mr. Warren Bruce Cuccurullo. Hope you are well, wherever the hell you are.

So, by the way, I was checking the man's Wikipedia entry (to make sure I had the day right) and came across this paragraph, which I am quoting for posterity in the event that a Wikipedia Wonk deletes it:

Beginning in 2000, some of his fans became the "Zebra Brigade," a fan following inspired by Warren's bedspread in some of his G Magazine photos. In order to show their support of Warren's presence in Duran Duran, this group dressed in zebra-print attire and had several members in the front row at every Duran Duran show during the 2000/2001 tour. Since Warren's departure from Duran Duran, the Zebra Brigade has celebrated the official Missing Persons reunion shows in 2001. A small subgroup still attends Warren's solo shows, but fans outside California do not have the resources to travel to his shows, which are scheduled on very short notice in the Los Angeles area.

WHO IN THE HELL WROTE THIS??????

I'm not sure whether I should add the link to the (slightly inaccurate) Creative Loafing article, so that paragraph will have a cite, or just leave it the hell alone and ponder what the casual observer would possibly think about it.

So. Um. Anyway. That was an odd little blast from the past. As for my present, well, let's see:

1. Went to the Kingsized Christmas Show at the Variety Playhouse, which was absolutely delightful. Crowd was a mix of young ironic hipsters and unironic older folks. Big Mike puts on a hell of a show. I went to the Star Bar immediately afterwards to see The Lizardmen, but my weary body protested and I went home before they hit the stage.

2. I'm taking a sort of meditation class at a little New Age place up the street. They do free 'energy healings' on Tuesday nights and I've been taking advantage of them for several weeks running. Hey, if sitting in a room with soothing music while somebody waves their hands around me makes me feel better, then I won't argue with the results. At any rate, they have classes in psychic type stuff, and the 'beginning' course seemed worth it--if it's just a placebo, I'll take the sugar pills as long as they work for me. My parents, I'm sure, are probably downright baffled to see the girl who gleefully read every new issue of The Skeptical Inquirer now wandering down this path, but, trust me, I'm still keeping my skepticism in the back pocket for when things get too ridiculous.

3. Work is getting a little easier to handle now that I have a better feel for how things work. Filing is still absurd, with files overflowing their cabinets and disappearing at times, but I've done a few things to make it less frustrating, such as getting some file boxes so the files on the desk aren't stacked in heaps but easier to sort through.

4. On Thursday I went to Bennett Street Gallery for an Art Partners party for the High Museum. Since I have a Young Patrons membership, I got a discount on the ticket and it was worth it--they had pretty groovy art, a spread of fancy food, a jazz trio and an open bar. My sensitive little soul soaked it all up. I had some nice conversations with some cute guys, but didn't get any phone numbers. It just felt good to do some catch-and-release flirting.

5. I have a sassy new haircut. Wewt!

6. I have a groovy new icon, too, because I realized that I needed a David Sylvian icon, so I made one to add to the collection.

7. I'm baking some potatoes to make soup with. I'm seeing if the toaster oven will work, since I don't need that many potatoes, and it takes less time to warm up than the regular oven.

So, um, yeah. That's about where it is now. Thinking about going to Smith's Olde Bar tonight to see the reunion of a band called Hollyfaith, that I have never actually heard but heard much about. Rob, my first love, apparently had a doppelganger who was a member of the band. (The guy's name was Dave, and thus Rob referred to being mistaken for him as "being Daved".) Another member of the band is also a Rob--Rob Aldridge--who I know from the Mod, Mod Sounds of Middlesex CD that I sang on all those years ago. So between those two curious factors, I may have enough to a case to head intown and see what there is to see.

Today I took pleasure in snuggling under the covers and dozing for a little bit longer, because I could.

Today I learned my bedspread will, in fact, fit in my washer and dry in my dryer without disaster.

Comments

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azewewish
Dec. 8th, 2007 11:33 pm (UTC)
*blinks*

We're in Warren's Wikipedia?!?!?!?!?!!
wonderbink
Dec. 9th, 2007 12:13 am (UTC)
That was about my reaction when I read it . . .
britpoptarts
Dec. 13th, 2007 04:13 pm (UTC)
It wasn't me wot did the deed. Check the edits to the page and see if you recognize any familiar nicknames!
britpoptarts
Dec. 13th, 2007 04:47 pm (UTC)
I take my own advice
A quick peek implies that it was PROBABLY Cyndi Cyndi's work, but you'd have to ask her why she took it back out. I may be wrong, but the IP looked familiar, and the interests associated with it are those she has been known to have (Ratt, Warren, Duran, Cherokees, and so on).
wonderbink
Dec. 13th, 2007 11:47 pm (UTC)
Re: I take my own advice
I haven't the faintest notion HOW to find out who edited what page, so you're five steps ahead of me.

It was a pretty safe bet that she had a hand in writing that page, given her knowledge of the subject. (Not THAT kind of knowledge, people! Get yer minds out of the gutter.) So I guess I wouldn't be surprised if she snuck that in there. It certainly implies someone with inside info on the Brigade.
silent_ic_river
Dec. 9th, 2007 04:34 am (UTC)
Today I learned my bedspread will, in fact, fit in my washer and dry in my dryer without disaster.

Very important. Mine won't and that sucks. What sucks more is the husband trying to prove it does.
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