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Bob Chance Band May 2010

Monday, May. 24, 2010 - 12:58 a.m.

Friday night, May 21, the Bob Chance Band gave their last scheduled performance at the place formerly known as Cero's.

There was an enthusiastic and well-oiled crowd, and here's Nancy the waitress, doing what she does best during a shift when the band members need a refill:

Apologies for the grainy quality; it was my lame attempt at being stealthy.

The people that own the building now did a really great job with the stage and the decor, and it's a real shame the band won't be engaged there on a regular basis.

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Recently, my bandmate and dear friend Alan Brownlee sent me a stream of abusive text messages, one of which included the phrase "stabbing me in the back" because I dared to use my Diary to commit the utterly black and sticky sin of expressing my displeasure about his behavior from a few weeks back when he went out and gave himself a vacation from his vows.

Well, Alan -- here's how this works. If you are upset at what you read here, go away. Nobody forces you to come here and read.

If you want something in here removed, go get a court order. And be sure to file it in Canada, because that's where Diaryland's business license is located.

And yes, there would be grounds for concern if I'd written something over on Craigslist or some similarly extremely public place and went to town with all of the extra details that I've always been careful and thoughtful enough to never mention anywhere.

But here? This is my diary.

When my feelings are hurt, I come here and pour my heart out.

I write what I want to write, as long as it is factual, and not a secret that would cause harm if revealed.

I can't keep anybody from reading it, so if you come here and read something you don't like? I can't keep you from doing that.

In fact, just for grins, here's my fine print, all blowed up where it can be easily seen:

THE LEGAL STUFF: All content on this site that was created by me is copyright 2003-2010 Brin-Marie McLaughlin. Steal my stuff and I'll squash you like a bug. All incoming email or any other form of communication with me pertaining to this diary is subject to publication or other distribution by me in whole or in part at my sole discretion. This diary features the sole opinions and experiences of one person, namely me, the person who is paying for the space. Anything else on these pages including any comments belongs to whoever created it. In the interest of safety and accountability, no anonymous comments will ever be allowed here, ever, for any reason in the entire history of ever. The comments section is part of my paid presence on the web, and is used by my readership to supplement the things I have written here with relevent information in a polite manner. Comments that do not fall in that category are subject to deletion at my whim. Your visit to my diary along with your use of my comments section constitutes the understanding of this statement. Anything else on these pages including any comments belongs to whoever created it. All external links are current as of the date of the entry in which they are featured. News excerpts used here are for educational purposes and are permitted under the Fair Use Doctrine.

Now, if there's something completely unfair or impossible to understand here, please let me know where there's a problem.

But if you choose to come here and read and find something you don't like, even though it's the truth?

Can't help you there. Sorry about that.

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All right, folks, that's it. Have a good Monday.

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