The Monk Bought Lunch

we hate it when our friends become successful

Funny how these things happen in clumps. Last weekend I picked up the August issue of Mojo only 'cause I hadn't read it in a while and 'cause the CD that came with it looked like it had some good stuff on it, and casually flipping through it I see a big ol' picture of the badn Vetiver, of which a guy I know is a member. A guy, I might add, who probably had a boner for weeks after having his picture in Mojo (full disclosure: so would I). Then, after living with the mag a couple days to the point where I was reading all the reviews in the back, I see a review of his other band, Espers- with another picture!
Fuck me.
So THEN Broadway B at Titivil posts a link about these 24 Hour Plays that are supposed to be so good for you, and the link points to this Playbill article including the following sentence:

Original casts and other alumni performing include Dratch ("Saturday Night Live"), Elizabeth Berkley ("Showgirls"), Matthew Lillard ("Scooby Doo"), Andrew McCarthy ("Pretty in Pink"), Ally Sheedy ("The Breakfast Club"), Andre Royo, muMs ("Oz") and Brent Cox.

Let's just say that "Brent Cox" is someone very close to the man behind the Titivil curtain. Now putting aside the fact that nobody has ever seen "Ernio Hernandez" and Brent Cox in the same place at the same time, and also putting aside the fact that, with the possible exception of Elizabeth Berkley, Brent is the most talented person in that list, still, what's he doing there?
It's weird, is all I'm saying. But then B ups the weirdness ante but letting us all see how Mike Doughty appropriates somewhat dusty urban slang to give a shout out to his "homeboy Brent Cox. Who is fresh". So now my friends are all up in my CD collection and shit. Fine. See if I care.
Yesterday, at the Indian Buffet, the topic of yet another friend comes up. This friend happens to be one of those Mountain Goats boys. One of our company was complaining that he'd called Peter's cell phone and been greeted by a "Why are you calling me? I'm in Europe!". Peter has only implied that I'm his homeboy and am fresh, and not in print, so whatever.
I console myself with the knowledge that I'm a damn fine library assistant, and look good in a dress. And I have head shots, if anybody's interested.