"look at me. i'm cool. i'm hip. tick-ti-tick-ti-tick-ti-tick."

(monday evening - just got home from work. phone rings.)

"hallo!"
"hey - m wassup. its J"
"hey J what's up?"
"yo wut are u doin tonite"
"nothing much prolly staying in - you?"
"hey you want to go hear Grand Master Funk now?"
"what? now?!?! i can't"
"its Grand Master Funk! why not?"
"cause...i can't - i'm tired and its only Monday"
"hey you used to come out Monday nights"
"that was before. now i'm tired"
"alright"
"well...to be honest...i don't even know who Grand Master Funk is..."
"YOU DON"T???! TELL ME YOU'RE JOKING!!! He's like this hot DJ...I can't believe you don't know who he is"

To my faithful readers. There comes a time when even I must concede that I'm a loser.