Love, Stickers, Music, Baby.

Happy day-after Cinco de Mayo, everyone! I know the post-Cinco de Mayo celebrations are going to be quite heavy tonight. And the reason I'm guessing this, is because surprisingly I didn't see a lot of heavily drunken citizens stumbling around last night, like on St. Patrick's Day. (Man, was that a spectacle!) I'd like to say that holidays in which people think they have a right to get plastered have become less of an issue in my growing age, but... St. Patrick's Day. Man, was that a spectacle!

I went out last night for a different reason. Oh yes. Matt Pond PA played last night. Now, let me preface this by saying that I really didn't feel up to going after a long day as is, but I realized that my alternative would have been sitting on the couch complaining about how tired I was. And I do that most of the time. It has actually formed into a hobby.

I'll summarize by saying, even though the band morphs every time I've seen them play (Who do they think they are, Destiny's Child?!??!*) I was super impressed. So impressed that I bought a a t-shirt that I'm only 50% sure will fit. Crush reinstated! And even better, they played old songs, and barely anything off of the new record which I can now admit I haven't listened to whatsoever. Yay!

I guess I should also announce that the reason I've been so tired is because I've finally found employment. It's still kind of surreal, as I was unemployed since.. last February. (Not the one that just passed, but the one before that.) Despite being employed for about a week and a half, it hasn't sunk in yet. Besides the fact that my abnormal sleeping schedule has radically change, and now I get to "clock in" somewhere. (Which is really cool. I've always wanted to "clock in", and now I can scratch this off of my non-existing life goal list.)

The weird part is, I'm so out of practice. Like, even with simple tasks, like perfecting my "answering phone voice" and stapling papers. Literally! My hand was shaking as I was stapling a paper for someone yesterday. They were probably like "WTF is up with the new girl?" But with all jobs, I always believe that after a month, you're set.

Anyway. A big Stars Hollow Lancaster issue these days is a new law that might pass, banning stickers. This means that if you have stock in the Lisa Frank corporation, back out now!

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So, like in any city with a big local music and art scene, telephone poles are littered with band stickers and such. And you know, this never bothered me. Sure, technically it's in the same ranking as graffiti, but if I went to a club that didn't have random stickers plastered to the bathroom wall, I'd really question its overall rock power. Some places even seem to encourage this type of expression, since it kind of adds ambiance and history. Hell, I was shocked when I went to Rome and saw so much spray paint, but it didn't mean it still wasn't beautiful and awesome.

Here's the problem. I can understand the whole "let's keep our community looking awesome" goal, but the Mayor plans on fining sticker-abusers. And if they can't catch the abuser, they'll attack whatever the sticker is promoting. So if you're in a band, and give 50 stickers out at a show, and 5 people put a sticker on stop signs and mailboxes, the band can be fined $250 bucks. Or more. And being that most of my friends are in bands, I know they're putting the very, very little cash they get (typically 0 - 30 bucks, depending on the venue) on filling up their gas tank to arrive at the show in the first place. So, the Mayor is pretty much doing the city a favor by discouraging the art and music that make Lancaster thrive to begin with. Way to go.

This has already inspired many people to revolt, if this deal passes. Suddenly I can put up stickers for everything, and have them take the blame. I mean, one of the littering stickers is actually OF the mayor, supporting his campaign. Weird, right? Anyway - I'm in the process of screwing over the following things via sticker-demise.

1. Hannah Montana
2. Unicorns (I love them, but if they owe something to the city, I can see one for reals and be its best friend.)
3. All of the people who were like "Hey, Obama is President, and one month after being elected, I still am in a shitty situation. He was supposed to cure the economy and create rainbows. But no jobs have been calling me. Good work, America!"
4. Calvin, since he has been pissing on things forever.
5. That terrible band Pandas that opened up for Silverstein. (LOL, kidding! Love you guys!)
6. That real panda in the WWF logo. Screw him for trying to promote the protection of endangered animals!

There's a town council meeting about it next Tuesday At Ms. Patty's Dance Studio down the street, so I might attend. Or, I might not, and just continue to bitch about it on the internet. I haven't decided yet. Or better yet, I can brainstorm on what the city wants to ban next. I really hope it's procreating.

And on the same page as the sticker ban ridiculousness, This Just In: White Castle is now selling burger-scented candles. (Seriously, I found out about 3 seconds ago, and figured I'd share.) I have to admit, the packaging is pretty kickass. Plus, it'd probably get the stench of vegetarianism out of my apartment.
There's a car air freshener as well, but it may counteract with my car's typical smell, "chainsmoker". Thus, I must pass on that. But yeah, I'm going to buy the hell out of that candle. Solely since when they finish burning for a year, and I can scrape all the waxy residue out, it'd be a great container for hair pins and cheap tangled jewelry that I want to vaguely smell like greasy burgers. So really, it's a gift within a gift!

On The Next Blog: I will probably talk about stuff from the 90's, and how I love David Cook a lot. Like, A Lot.

* I use this joke all the time, and I know it's not even funny since Destiny's Child isn't even a band anymore. Wait. Did I use this joke in the last entry?