It’s not Sunday but I’m doing my weekly wrap-up early so I can tell you that you are officially invited to a party in my bathroom tomorrow (Sunday) afternoon. If you’re a regular reader you know that I have severe anxiety disorder which makes me hide in bathrooms, so every time my friends’ band (Dr. Pants) plays in Texas they ask me to come and I say I can’t really do concerts because that many people together give me agita and then they huff but they understand because that’s what friends do. What friends don’t usually do though is to finally give up on you ever going to see their band play and instead offer to come to your house and play a set in your bathroom, where you are hiding. But that’s exactly what Dr. Pants offered to do. And they also offered to broadcast it live so that you could all come to a party while hiding out in your own personal bathrooms. Which is pretty bad-ass. It’ll stream live from this link starting a 4pm central and you need to play the video below to see what you’re getting into… Dr. Pants sings about Chewbacca, Robots, Abe Lincoln and my personal favorite…”If I were John Cusack“. They are awesome. You should come. Use #pantsdance to join in the party on twitter. Invisible party favors will be given out.
In non-related news, it’s time for the weekly wrap-up. Let’s get started, shall we? What you missed in my shop (tentatively called “Eight pounds of uncut cocaine” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):
What you missed on the internets:
This week on shit-I-didn’t-come-up-with-but-wish-I-did-because-it’s-kind-of-awesome:
- I suspect I might be related to this child.
- 6 Horrifying Impications of the Harry Potter Universe
- “I can assure you, I totally freaked out.”
- Very Mary Kate: It’s freezing cold under all these layers.
This week’s wrap-up sponsored by those writer-folks at Just Plain Classy, which is actually neither plain nor classy, but “Just” is a dumb name for a web series about 6 friends from a small town who are reunited after 20+ years. It’s kind of like “Friends” except instead of being hot, young hipsters hanging out in a quaint coffee shop and contemplating their future, these are middle-aged rednecks hanging out in a dive-bar. So, it’s not really like Friends. You should probably just read it.