I am still always right about all things at all times

The sigh.

Closing up shop at Best Buy last night I stumbled across something that looked familiar. I have a chameleon-like ability to mirror the intelligence of those around me, so of course in a setting like Best Buy that Ladder of Smarts I have to work with is either geared towards the good folk of oz or, perhaps, manufactured by Fisher-Price. With this in mind I took a moment to try and make sense out of the strange combination of letters on the package I held in my hands. "Mat esof state," I managed, and then something, somwhere deep in the buried recesses of my mind started to turn and it came flooding back to me. Consonants! Vowels! Enunciation and--oh, wow!--Inflection, too! Words. Motherfucking Words.

Quickly I tried to hide my newfound breakthrough from those around me, in a state of fear that was not unfounded, mind you, so that I would not be caught and brandished a witch for my trespassings. I instead decided to take this object, this Mates of State compact disc, and try to reason how it came to hold a place in the synapses that store valuable information. And my brain was on that shit, if you will, and within mere moments synapses were playing the phone game with other synapses, collecting information and following leads, mapping connections and staging clandestine meetings in the hopes of getting that major breakthrough. The scene was not unlike that of a fully functional CTU.

That's when, suddenly, a lone neuron jumped up excitedly and came running up to deliver his report. He displayed to me a series of data feeds from the previous months, several instances of myself checking the inventory screens at work for this particular CD, taking note of release dates and the constant, overbearing message that there would be no plans to carry said CD at any given point in any location. I was then handed a feed from the week of the release date, a grainy video feed of myself entering Atomic Records. After several moments pass you can see me leave again, this time CD and receipt in hand. It all seemed a little too convenient to me, so I asked for third party verification that this was, in fact, NOT a forgery. And verify they did.

Now- I have no problem with the store I work at carrying good music. In fact I have been known at times to fully encourage it. My only concern is the fact that I'd like to use my discount and if I give it enough time we usually DO get the product in and then I can. The issue here is elusive when the answer seems simple: wait a bit. After careful consideration and a lengthy process of trial and error, I've come up with a complex sociological explanation for why I seem unable to make good on this particular solvent, and it's this: I don't wanna.

From what I understand one of my good friends is actually the go-to guy for what to carry in our region, and he fully abuses this to make sure we're stocking what he wants when it's out so he can use his discount. I think maybe I should be compiling the occasional list of what's on the horizon that I want and slipping it his way, maybe even with a George Washington attached. I'd go so far as to say I should possibly even include a duo of Washington's but, hey- Let's not get crazy now.

Tomorrow night The Appleseed Cast is doing a show in Madison. This is a free show, and as much as I love that word (comma), I'd almost prefer a bit of a charge so I could guarantee my entry, especially with a 90-minute drive prerequisite. I'd also be a bit more excited if I wasn't missing Pitcher & Pizza, and if I didn't have to work a 14-hour day the next morning. Still, Peregrine is a great disc, TAC is a great band that I have not yet been able to catch, and Elver Park is a great place to go disc golfing. And, yes, it's disc golfing. If you say frolfing you should be shot in the face. And once I'm in a political position of power that rule will be passed unto law. Until then- know that I'm taking names.