The Sun finally decided to leave it's house at about 4 this afternoon, like a pothead. It rolled off it's couch, wiped it's cheeto-stained fingers on it's hemp sweatshirt, and stumbled outside just long enough to say "watsup?" So today, the part of the Sun was played by Seth Rogen.
I enter the conference room at KEXP to find the mailing party already in progress. I wonder then how often actual conferences are held in this room so named for that purpose. Today we are stuffing envelopes with swag to be sent to those who donated during the pledge drive. Handling t-shirts and tote bags is much less hazardous than folding letters; no paper cuts.
There are maybe six of us, and a few more trickle in. One of these is a woman named Nikki, whom I have met before. She is an entertaining, somewhat boisterous character given to random bursts of laughter, and writes live music reviews.
The conversation makes it's way inevitably to live music, and people offer their opinions of some local venues. The recently reopened Crocodile is the target of some disappointed scorn, as are some other joints. "Are there any places in this town that you people do like?" jokes Tim, to my right. The air in this place is indeed jovial.
This blog seems to have spawned a new verb. Now, when I go to KEXP, I am usually recognized as the Donut Runner. "Hey, get any donuts?" people might say. I responded to a like inquiry today with the word "figuratively". This confused both me and those around me at first, but then I offered, "donut running is just a general term for having little adventures." This makes sense.
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