N.E.R.D.

Quote of the week:
"I like to say your name every time I talk to you, Blair, because when I say it fast it sounds like 'player,' which would be the coolest name ever."
~A pretty awesome music video director I work with.


Evidence that I am, actually, quite lame:

I'm not sure which of these is worst; I'll leave it up to you to rank the following:
1. I want to see Rush Hour 3 because it is set in Paris.
2. Yesterday I was on the bus to work, and I pulled the string for my stop, but when the lady stopped the bus, I wasn't at the door yet. She pulled to the side of the street and stopped for a split second, but she didn't open the door. "Wait wait wait," I croaked, but I have caught glandular fever or something and the lady didn't hear me (despite the fact that I was right next to her), so she kept driving and I ended up half an mile away from work before she stopped again.
3. Today I was working reception at the label. Some random guy walked in to take a tour of the building. "Hi," I croaked, looking up (and up and up) at him. "Hello," he smiled warmly, looking around the entryway. A few minutes later, the building owner walked in to give the guy a tour, and I forgot all about his presence. Until 15 minutes later, when the second-in-command at the label walked through reception, slightly breathless. "Can you BELIEVE this?" she gushed (this woman is old enough to be my mother). "What?" I asked, still clueless. "We go days and days with no one exciting coming to work and then MAGIC JOHNSON comes in to take a tour? I can't even believe this!"
Oh yeah. I talked to Magic Johnson. He was chilling in my office, the entire Immortal staff was FREAKING out, and I behaved like the only non-starstruck one only because I had no idea who he was.

But then I started thinking about it after he left, and I can only think of TWO American athletes I could identify by face-- Michael Jordan and Dennis Rodman.

But if any guy from any of the seventy-three bands on this summer's Warped Tour walked into a club where I happened to be, I could pick them out from across a crowded dance floor.

Call me L.A.M.E.,
Blay-errrr