I have *sniff sniff* never been *sniff sniff* so happy! *sniff sniff* (Well, almost never.)
Just over six years ago, when I had a (breathtaking, admired, better-than-this) website running my beloved musician Steve Taylor for President, I one day, out of the blue, got an e-mail from Mr. Taylor himself, who said that he had never traversed to the website but had heard from his friends that it was quite cool. I was very, very pleased. Very. It was, like, the third or fourth best e-mail I've ever had in my life. (The best ever was from Kim Wentzlaff on Monday, October 28, 1996, but I digress.)
Last week, I sent an e-mail to the webmaster at the official Danielson Famile website because when I tried to order some products online, it wasn't working correctly and then I looked at the code for the website and figured out what was wrong and I wrote in the e-mail to the webmaster what the problem was and how to fix it.
This morning, I saw in my inbox an e-mail from Daniel Smith: Brother Danielson himself. Here is the e-mail:
Thankyou and all fixed my friend. Let me know if you need
anything at all
you have helped greatly.
L,D
Brother...Brother Danielson is my friend! And I can ask him for anything at all! I...um...geez..uh...I...I'm sorry, I just need to…just a smidgen of time to take this all in.
In, out. In, out. In, out.
Of course, the obvious question now is, "What shall I request from my new, best friend?" A couple thoughts:
• A Danielson Famile t-shirt.
• A(nother) Danielson Famile concert in Virginia, since I stupidly missed the last one.
• No, a Danielson Famile concert in my *house*!1 • A digital video camera (preferably the Canon XL1S).
• More wishes.
Wow! This friendship is going to be fantastic!
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1 I actually have been to a concert at a person's house, now that I mention it. Back in '98, when I was interning at the Lyric Opera of Kansas City, this guy in the 'burbs brought the Vigilantes of Love (who I'd seen twice before with crowds of a couple hundred in St. Louis) to his (nice, big) living room for a 25-audience-member concert which, by the fact that it was in a guy’s living room, makes it one of the coolest concerts to which I've ever been. It also led to my lamest ever quasi-celebrity exchange: I was walking up the driveway to this house, and Bill Mallonee (lead vocalist, guitarist, songwriter for VoL) was bringing equipment out of his van.
Bill: So, it looks like you're in the right place.
Me: [Pause.] Yep.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
