Tired of Monday kicking my ass. So even though I got very little sleep last night, I'm not letting Monday get the better of me. Nope. In fact I'm denying Monday's very existence. It's not Monday. It's Slapdown day. Booyah.

Saw Bo Burnham on Friday - he was very funny. The audience was extremely loud and rowdy though - a mix of it being the "late show" (started at 10pm) so lots of people were already drunk, and there's that fable of the full moon having something to do with it as well. At least the rowdiness was very positive-flavored. Much more of the "I looooveeee youuuuuu Bo!" rather than get-off-the-stage-fag kind of heckling.

I'm currently listening to Amanda Palmer over and over and over. I love her attitude. She's on Twitter too (@amandapalmer) and she updates regularly. Recently she went back to her old high school and helped the kids there write and produce their own musical. That's pretty damn cool of her.

Take a look at her awesomeness:

Runs In The Family - "Who Killed Amanda Palmer" Video Series

She makes me want to walk around in my underwear and shout "Fuck You" at anyone who says anything about it. I hope I have the chance to see her live sometime - she'll be a hoot.

So in making Monday my bitch, I'm listening to Who Killed Amanda Palmer while I'm cataloging music CDs. Who needs love when there's Southern Comfort? The sandwiches are wicked and they know you at the Mac store.

Originally posted on slytherinlibrarian.vox.com