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Anybody want to go to The Kills concert with me tonight? I’ve already got the ticket and obviously it’ll be on me. It’s 8pm at The Paradise. We can grab sushi from Kayuga or some amazing Korean food from Super 88.

The Kills aren’t a hard band at all, “lo-fi” if you will. I think quite enjoyable to most, even if you’ve never listened to them before. Their sound is a bit unique, slightly acquired at first, but trust me, they will envelop you right away.

Anybody? Maybe even some ice-cream afterward…

$0.31 + Ice-cream Scoop = 31-Oop

Baskin Robbins has 31-cent scoops today in honor of America’s Firefighters. There’s one in Harvard Square, anybody want to get some ice-cream with me?

My car has been in the shop since last Wednesday, why? Well go back into the archive, you’ll see something about me getting in a car accident on a Saturday. So yeah, great, another hassle. Accident wasn’t my fault, but it doesn’t matter, laziness can not prevail in this situation.

So I called my insurance company, Liberty Mutual, did all the paper work, gave them all my info, and then took my car to the appraiser, did some more paper work there, and then finally dropped my car off at the body shop.

I finally got a call today from Village Collision about my car being ready, great I thought! But then the guy on the phone mentions the extra $ I needed to pay for a Hazardous Waste charge and this isn’t covered by insurance. Double U Tee Eff? And then he proceeds to mention that I need to pay the several hundreds of dollars to pick up the car since the insurance company is sending me the check and not them. Strange, I specifically told my insurance company numerous times that I don’t want to handle any money, just want to drop off the car and pick it up.

So I hang up, call up Liberty Mutual, speak to a really nice lady named Lisa and I let her know my concerns. She mentions that the payment is being sent directly to Village Collision and I don’t have to deal with any of that, whew, good. Then she mentions that Liberty Mutual doesn’t pay the Hazardous Waste charge, that’s a body shop overhead and I would have to cover that myself. So I get in a civilized argument with her (honestly, civilized, she really was sweet) and then she said she would get somebody to contact the body shop about it and get back to me.

So a couple hours later the body shop calls back, this time it’s the supervisor or manager or whomever. He says he’ll be nice and waive the Waste charge since I didn’t sign any papers and nobody mentioned the charge to me at all until today, he then went on to mention how this is a one time thing, etc etc. Good. I then mention how Liberty Mutual has already paid the body shop and I’ll be there tomorrow to pickup my car. Nope. “We don’t deal with Liberty Mutual, you will have to pay for the repair, we take Visa, MasterCard…”. Ugh.

Hello Liberty Mutual, just had a talk with Village Collision… “What’s a good number where I can reach you? We’ll have to call the body shop.”.

Hello again Liberty Mutual… “So the body shop refuses to release the car unless you pay for it sir”. FINE. Turns out Liberty Mutual’s systems are down today and her supervisor is out for the day (… bah) so they can’t send out a reimbursement check in time, but I will be receiving it this week.

Hopefully tomorrow I will be picking up my car.

In an Icelandic mood today. Amiina and Sigur Rós, thank you for keeping me company.

PS: The subject is an anagram, g’luck with it, doubtful anybody will be able to decipher it.

So it looks like I won’t be attending the Sasquatch! Music Festival in Washington state this Memorial Day weekend. And obviously along with that goes the idea of a road trip to San Francisco down the sewage pipe too.

I’m probably going to Craig’s List the tickets I bought in a couple weeks (here’s hoping I come close to breaking even) and cancel the hotel reservations I made (and here’s hoping they don’t bite at me or charge me). All my friends bailed on the festival + road trip idea, bunch of lamers (you know who you are!). I think I liked it better when my friends were in school, they could all take time off much more easily.

This trip was supposed to be a rejuvenation, a rise from the ashes, the Rebirth from the monomyth. Alas it wasn’t meant to be. I’ll find something else then, for we all know tuae ipsius fortunae faber es.

So I didn’t shave the entire weekend, mainly for the “counting the number of grey hairs on my stubble” question I had. So this morning, before I started brushing my teeth, I gave my soon-to-be-razored face a once over…

So my right and left jawline have a couple grey hairs, no biggie, but then I started counting the silver on my chin. I stopped after about twenty or so, it was 7am after all, just be glad I could count past five. If I had to guess, I’d say there were about thirty, give or take, silver hairs on my chin.

Exciting? Yes. Worthwhile to grow out? Not so much. They’re still hard to see because they’re all pretty equidistant from each other, plus overshadowed by all the dark hairs surrounding them. So unless somebody was extraordinarily close to my lips and chin, those hairs would go unseen.

Now I wait until there is a grey hair revolution and I decide to let them reign.