Update from last post...

Snagged this from hotlinkers.  This is an easy way to find out if your graphics (or your username for that matter) are used anywhere on LJ.

LJ Seek

I think I got all the lil' buggers that were snaggin' my graphics.  Snag 'em if you want, but when they do it by hotlinking?  It just aggravates me.

Okay.  Off to bed now.

Update from last post...

Snagged this from hotlinkers.  This is an easy way to find out if your graphics (or your username for that matter) are used anywhere on LJ.

LJ Seek

I think I got all the lil' buggers that were snaggin' my graphics.  Snag 'em if you want, but when they do it by hotlinking?  It just aggravates me.

Okay.  Off to bed now.

I'm so jealous...

Hubby has been driving a cab for a new company here in town lately.  They drive cute little cars... Toyota Scion I think. He get the best fares sometimes. The other day he drove around the guy who owns some posh restaurant or another from California (Rustic Pelican, or Rusty Pelican, or something... there was a rusty bird involved somehow). Today was the best though...

It all starts out with a text message conversation:
Hubby: Who is flea?
Saifai: Guitarist for the Red Hot Chili Peppers.
Hubby: Are they playing here on the 15th?
Saifai: Yeah, they're in the Taco Bell Arena.
Hubby: They're at an electronics store.  I drove them.

I squee'd muchly, as I do adore Flea and Anthony Kiedis, but I didn't get a reply back.  Ten minutes later I get a phone call:
Hubby: So these four guys get in a cab dressed all weird... like, you wouldn't want to be seen in public with them weird.
Saifai: Okay.

The hubby then relates their conversation to me:

So Hubby ask them, "So what's with the weird getups?" 
One of them says, "Oh, we're here for the Red Hot Chili Peppers concert." 
Hubby blinks, "Oh." 
They cock a collective eyebrow and one asks, "Are you familiar with their work?" 
Hubby replies back, "Uh, not really.  I've heard a few songs and I like them alright." 
One of 'em smiles and asks, "Have you ever seen them in concert?" 
Hubby answers back honestly, "No." 
They grin bigger and ask, "So you don't know what they look like?" 
Hubby cocks his own eyebrow and answers, "No, I don't.  But my wife would."

The guy was apparently amused by this and asked him to call me and verify who Flea was, and that it was him. He'd told hubby if I could convince him he really was Flea then he'd autograph an album for him.

Of course, they took another cab home. But no big deal. I'm more amused at hubby. ::giggles::  He had no idea who they were.  *gr*  He met up with another of their crew, Gage or something, who told him they'd be in town for a couple days and might see him again.

I'm so jealous...

Hubby has been driving a cab for a new company here in town lately.  They drive cute little cars... Toyota Scion I think. He get the best fares sometimes. The other day he drove around the guy who owns some posh restaurant or another from California (Rustic Pelican, or Rusty Pelican, or something... there was a rusty bird involved somehow). Today was the best though...

It all starts out with a text message conversation:
Hubby: Who is flea?
Saifai: Guitarist for the Red Hot Chili Peppers.
Hubby: Are they playing here on the 15th?
Saifai: Yeah, they're in the Taco Bell Arena.
Hubby: They're at an electronics store.  I drove them.

I squee'd muchly, as I do adore Flea and Anthony Kiedis, but I didn't get a reply back.  Ten minutes later I get a phone call:
Hubby: So these four guys get in a cab dressed all weird... like, you wouldn't want to be seen in public with them weird.
Saifai: Okay.

The hubby then relates their conversation to me:

So Hubby ask them, "So what's with the weird getups?" 
One of them says, "Oh, we're here for the Red Hot Chili Peppers concert." 
Hubby blinks, "Oh." 
They cock a collective eyebrow and one asks, "Are you familiar with their work?" 
Hubby replies back, "Uh, not really.  I've heard a few songs and I like them alright." 
One of 'em smiles and asks, "Have you ever seen them in concert?" 
Hubby answers back honestly, "No." 
They grin bigger and ask, "So you don't know what they look like?" 
Hubby cocks his own eyebrow and answers, "No, I don't.  But my wife would."

The guy was apparently amused by this and asked him to call me and verify who Flea was, and that it was him. He'd told hubby if I could convince him he really was Flea then he'd autograph an album for him.

Of course, they took another cab home. But no big deal. I'm more amused at hubby. ::giggles::  He had no idea who they were.  *gr*  He met up with another of their crew, Gage or something, who told him they'd be in town for a couple days and might see him again.