My weekend was made of WIN. Allow me to deconstruct a few tweets I made over the weekend:

I’ve been talked into attending the Hairbanger’s Ball. My ghetto pass is about to be revoked.
-I like to think of myself as a cultural ambassador, out to sample the best that various cultures have to offer. It was in this spirit that I let my wife once talk me into going to Supercross. So when some friends heard that there was a show of 80s hair band music, they determined that this was a must do event.

I’ve spent over a decade trying to repress my memories of 80s music. All undone.
-As an interesting aside, we ended up reminiscing about how when we were all in Youth Group, these were the bands and songs that were railed against. More than one of us ended up burning or trashing our cassette/record collection (dear young people, we once listened to music on these things called cassettes …) and was left with nothing to listen to besides Stryper, DC Talk, and Stephen Wiley (please tell me I wasn’t the only recipient of the classic tape, “Rapping for Jesus”).
-On the plus side of those Youth Group vs. music seminars, I would have never known what they lyrics to “She Bop” meant until they explained them to me.

I would have so rocked a mullet.
-Um, apparently not.

The part of my brain the holds all of the lyrics to Talk Dirty to Me stored I’m sure would have cured cancer.
-I can no longer in good conscience mock my wife’s love of 80s hairband music when apparently I know all of the lyrics to the entire set.
-I will take issue with their definition of hairband though. I never considered Metallica a hair band. Metallica rocked, I don’t care who you are.

Two things I’ve never forgiven pop music for: “Total Eclipse of the Heart” and Spandau Ballet.
-I will once again point out that I often write about politics, race, and religion. Apparently nothing will generate nearly as vehement a response as pointing out that Spandau Ballet sucked. In fact, to quote my buddy Robert N. Lee “True” may actually be the most meaningless pop song ever in history. And that’s a strong statement, I realize – I mean, it’s up against everything by Duran Duran.”

A guy dressed as Richard Simmons just groped me.
-I soooooo regret not getting a picture of him. There was a love connection.

Losers: Amazon vs Macmillan aka AmazonFail

Granted, this probably ripped through my Twitter and Facebook so hard because it impacted writers so much. We were the ones (as well as readers) caught up as collateral casualties in this pissing match between industry titans. Jay Lake, Scott Westerfeld and John Scalzi pretty much sum things up for those interested.

Speaking of winners and losers, here are the winners of our Drood drawing (as chosen by my twenty sided die which have seen too little action of late):
-Sandra K321
-Anita Yancey

Congrats to all the winners. Drop me an e-mail if you haven’t been contacted already so that I can get your addresses.