More Shameless Begging

Weird Al Yankovic is going on tour this Summer. Can I handle the excitement of both Al and Dave Matthews working the legions? Oh my!!

So it's time to begin begging for Weird Al tickets just as I have, and will continue to do, with Dave Matthews. Here's the letter I just sent to my contact at Jive/Zomba.

"As you may (or may not) know, I am betrothed to 2 men: Dave Matthews and Weird Al Yankovic. As a result, I become a shameless ho when either of them come anywhere near me as they tour. As was the fate of your predecessor, so are you becoming victim to my unabashed begging. It seems that Weird Al is coming to Charlotte NC on 10 August. Any chance of snagging 2 or 3 tix for this show so I can swoon and make a spectacle of myself while friends/family hold me up and splash water on my face?
Thanks in advance. When I become Mrs. Weird, I want you to be my Matron of Honour."

By the by, his new album, Poodle Hat, is a SCREAM! How I love Al...let me count the ways.....

Friday Quiz Brouhaha

( The Quizzolator Is Coming for YOU )

It Ain't Easy Bein' Sith

Dunno why, but I've been really nostalgic about all sorts of things this week.
I'm missing the old Trad, I'm missing Asheville, I'm missing the days of rabid SW fandom shared with women worldwide.
Today is one of my Darth Maul days.
It'd be nice to capture that same camaraderie we had in 1999 and 2000. Those were some really good times and lots of great stories came from that era in estrogen-laced fandom. One site that was absolutely wondrous and right up there with the DMEB was The Sith Academy. I was honoured to become part of the Academy with this story, which happens to be slightly autobiographical.
( Darth Maul Goes to the Flea Market )

A Star Is Born ??

Not bloody hardly, but I did enjoy seeing all the lights, cameras and action of the Saturn commercial. Actually, there was only one camera and lots of really bright lights. I decided to go totally Hippie, so I got draped in my silk peasant blouse and straightened my hair. Of course, I had my trademark Goth eyes and buffed up collar, so I am sure they didn't know what to think at first; however, the two guys doing this were from New Orleans, so I bet they see a lot of my ilk in their hometown. whaaaahey!
There were two ladies ahead of me. The first chick lived up to her hair colour by totally bombing on almost every line. She was up there for about 30 minutes. Then the next chick went up and did her thing, taking about 15 minutes. I was next and, needless to say, a tad nervous. The dude put the microphone on me, asked me some questions about my wreck and why I returned to Saturn for another car, and the service center. I was up there for about 15 minutes and only screwed up once, basically because my mouth went dry. When the bright lights are glaring on you, you have a camera pointed at you, and you're asked to improv when you have absolutely no experience, "stressed" doesn't even begin to cover your emotional state. No wonder the blonde chick spazzed.
All in all, it was a great experience. I got to see the blood and bones of soon-to-be-flashy commercials and I will also get a copy of the the commercial and a free oil change. Yay me!