• First of all, I was forced to move to new blogger today. No like! No want! grumble mumble features grumble google! . You know one of these days I'm going to get my own domain and then my own server and keep my stuff there and not bother with these so-and-sos. I wonder if my GF would be my network sysadmin or if that would be a conflict of interest. Would she want her own, or would we share one?
  

• So I was listening to the Rent soundtrack this evening. It occurred to me: why didn't those boys get day jobs? They didn't have to sell out to Alexi Darling, but they could have been waiters, bike messengers, tattoo/piercing artists, typists, video editors for nonprofits (ok, maybe that's not paying work), barristas, strippers, janitors at strip joints, dishwashers, temps, etc. etc. etc. Lousy slackers!
  

• I don't think anyone 12-19 should be allowed on a bus (or at least not more than one at a time) but I don't think that's news. When did teenagers forget that they're supposed to spend their time lonely, anxious, worried and spotty? Eh? Eh? Who told them they could make all that noise?
  

Labels: getting old, jobs, musicals