04/02/04 Power Outlet

I have started about 30 posts and for some reason or the other never got around to finishing a single one, so there will be a substantial gap of time between the last posting and the info in this one, so if you want to know what happened you will have to pick my brain, which for security reasons I have left it in a lead box in my closet, as not to get infected by the evil television death rays that are showering my head. We have started yet another tour, they have begun to blur into bad movies that star two B grade actors with a plot written by the Quizno's gerbil rat things on a mescaline binge.
Currently I am sitting in a coffee shop in Athens Ga. Ian is on the phone in the other room, but there isn't a power outlet in there so he has the cord for his phone tucked under the glass door and he is sitting on the ground talking, I have come to realize our dependency on power lately, my lovely computer's battery is tired of dealing with me so it quits after about 15 minutes, usually right in the middle of doing something important, like these posts (excuse #5 for not posting more), Ian's phone, due to heavy phone traffic is proned to need juice regularly, so, along with cameras and Ipods and computers and other gizmos that need plugging in we end up fighting over the lone outlet in hotel rooms, which are hard enough to find anyway, I have no idea why the don't put the things somewhere easy to find, they always seem to be hidden behind the bed or something, and those of you who spend any time in high quality motels like the American Inn or Motel 6 or Super 8 (the numbers in the name of the hotel designate the average amount of "funny hairs" usually found on the sheets) would know that digging around behind the bed is like that scene in Indiana Jones and the temple of doom where the heroine has to fumble around in a pit of crawling insects to find some ridiculous button that would stop the walls from closing in or something. I hope someday, somebody figures out how to power electronic gizmos using something abundant like cigarette butts or caffeine laden urine. I guess I should stop peeing on my gadgets until they figure that out.
I know that since this is the first post in a while it should be really stinking long, but I have to get to work, Ian is demanding that I help him enter in the names on the email list that people sign at shows, your name doesn't magically appear on our email servers, we have to manually enter these things in there, nothing more fun than to try to figure out if gtrslinger27@hotlicks.com name is Dennis or Deborah, since getting drunk people to write legibly after shows is hard enough, they have to drive home too! So if you get an email from Ian that has something about penis enlargement or your name has changed to Fuzz E. Buckett, I entered your name into our database.
C.D.