It's kind of amazing in that now that I'm an editor, everybody wants me to go to there party. I've been invited to like three or four just in the past week and all for the reason that I'm now the kind of person somebody wants to have at their party. I would like to think it's because of my dazzilng writing ability and sparkling wit, but it's probably more like because I'm now somebody who somebody would like to go the party so they can say "oh, this person is going to the party" and now the party is deemed that much more hip.

Imagine that. Imagine that involving little old me.

And you know, it's kind of a dream of mine to be that kind of person. Also kind of a dream of mine to be that kind of person and to turn down those kinds of parties so I can stay home and watch Tivo.

Anyways, I went to this Litquake thing on Friday night with a bunch of local musicians and alt-rock heroes, like Jay Farrar. Al;so there was Lars Ulrich (a friend got to see Lars pick his nose!). What was interesting is that even though most of the alt-rock guys are probably not Metaliica fans and they're probably as far removed from the world of a millionaire rock star, they all stopped what they were doing to watch Lars give his little spiel onstage. They laughed at all the places they were supposed to, and clapped when they were supposed to. They were just as star struck as everyone else.

It's good to be a rock star.