This Charming Man: Day Three

So. Spring has arrived in NYC. That's a very good thing. The first few nice, warm days are so choice -- the girls go a little bit crazy and start wearing a lot less. It's awesome. I spent the entire afternoon at a joint where I could ogle the hotties as they passed by on the street. I was charming, though. I mean, I didn't whistle or point or anything.

For anybody who cares, and I know you don't, I've finished stocking my Hardcore Battle of the Bands tourney over at Fat, Drunk & Stupid. This really has been the most fun I've had in a long time. Plus, I've been able to interact with bands like Skullhog and Goatwhore. Sweet. Check the site tomorrow for a post with the entire tourney seedings. Then, be prepared to get your ass rocked off. Girlie men should stay away; you have been warned.

Oh, and as a final thought, here are three people that would totally suck to be stuck on an elevator with: Cat Stevens, Jeb Bush, Alan Thicke. You'd have to gnaw your arm off or something to distract yourself.

Oh and oh, one final word: my only goal in life -- now -- is to become one of those dead guys on the procedural shows like Law & Order. That would be awesome. I used to want to do a stand-up comedy set at Dangerfield's, but that'll never happen. Funny I can't do. Dead, yeah, I got that in me. Who can help me make this so? Hmm? There's a pie & punch reward in it for ya.