{"id":186,"date":"2006-08-14T05:25:50","date_gmt":"2006-08-14T12:25:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/pete.theworldisgrey.com\/weblog\/?p=186"},"modified":"2006-08-18T13:56:45","modified_gmt":"2006-08-18T20:56:45","slug":"silly-too","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.peteteo.com\/weblog\/silly-too\/","title":{"rendered":"SILLY TOO"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" width=\"250\" padding-left=\"0\" height=\"314\" border=\"0\" align=\"left\" title=\"Silly Me\" src=\"wp-content\/uploads\/2006\/08\/Silly.gif\">Dragon Tattoo calls.<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Wei. When is shipment out?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>Dragon Tattoo is a DVD and music CD pirate. He is dangerous man at the best of times, and when he calls to ask for album release dates, it&#8217;s time to be extra careful. <\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Depends. Could be next year.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I lie. The album is being shipped as we speak. <\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Depend what?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>Sigh. How tiresome. So I concoct some story about how Lillian Too is fully booked till next century thus I can&#8217;t get an appointment to set an auspicious date for the release. [Editor&#8217;s note to non-Malaysians: Mrs Too is a Malaysian Feng Shui master armed with an MBA. She owns a chain of Feng Shui stores and has her own TV program. Kinda like Oprah except with magical powers.]<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I just saw Lillian. She not busy&#8221;, he replies.<\/p>\n<p>Sigh. Foiled. But all is not lost. Mum says it is perfectly ok to invent one lie to cover another. It&#8217;s called the &#8216;Bush Doctrine&#8217;. Great foreign policies are exacted this way. So I weave another. See, there are actually two Lillian Too&#8217;s. One fat, the other thin. One considerably busier than the other. But Dragon Tattoo can sense bullshit within a 50-mile radius. He rudely interrupts me.<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Cut the crap. Give me supply.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/p>\n<p>Wait a sec. Did the pirate king just offer to sell my CDs? Wow. Not that I am moralistic about this, you understand \u00e2\u20ac\u201c but if I am interested to conduct business with pirates, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d have signed myself to a major label long ago. So I make polite stalling noises. Chatter chatter. He interrupts me again. Something about buying at street price. I perk up. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You&#8217;ll buy at retail?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ya. I buy street. Many. Milky say&#8221;, he grumbles.<\/p>\n<p>Milkyway is Dragon Tattoo&#8217;s pretty young wife. I once played at her birthday party. I did good. She now likes Backside Boys, Britney and me. She particularly likes &#8216;Jesselton Tonight&#8217; &#8211; except she calls it &#8220;Jesseltown Hotel&#8221; &#8211; and I dare not correct her. I quite like my kneecaps. Anyway, it seems Milkyway insists that Dragon Tattoo buys a truckload of my CDs at retail.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Really?&#8221;, I was stunned. Normally, you get nothing from pirates, let alone retail. Well. Perhaps she does have a soft spot for me. What a turn up. May be this deal is doable after all. <\/p>\n<p>So I wait for confirmation. But there is nothing but silence. I only hear a fan twirling at the end of the line. Creak. Creak. Creak. This is weird. I begin to feel nervous. Perhaps it was something I said. Anyway, I have seen it in movies. Silences like this can only mean one thing. He is making a decision. Perhaps deciding whether or not to spring a murderous trap. So I look to see if anyone is hiding under the table. Hm. Nothing there except for my John Denver poster and a 3-day-old plate of chicken bones from KFC. Both are pretty dead and unlikely to cause bodily harm. I look behind the door. Nope. No one there either. Relieved. I continue to wait.<\/p>\n<p>Momentarily, he returns. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Ok. Milky want silly too&#8221;, he growls.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Silly what?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Silly too la. Silly one old. Silly too new. Milky say I buy silly too.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Eh? Gibberish. First rule of commerce: understand your customer. I sure ain&#8217;t doing any of that right now. Shit. Perhaps I should save this for another day. I have an interview in half an hour. Photographer will attend. Must go put on handsome face and do that freaky thing to my hair. Deep breathe. Alright then. I ready my excuse for adjournment. We&#8217;ll talk later. But a bulb lights up in the recesses of my mind. Like grease lightning. Just in the nick of time.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh! You mean CD TWO. My second release. Yes?&#8221;, I query triumphantly.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Ya. Silly too.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Suddenly, comprehension falls on me like a tonne of bricks. He wants to buy my CD. He wants loads. He doesn&#8217;t mind dealing at retail price. And he wants Television [the second album], not Rustic Living [the debut]. Ha. Okay. Easy. I smell a kill. No time to piss about. Close the deal now. What a lovely start to the day. What a great start to the new release. I feel like a big swinging dick. Ha.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;How many do you need?&#8221; I ask warmly.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;1,000 silly too&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You mean 1,000 CDs&#8221;, I smile. Oh good. Decent size order. Chuckle. Let&#8217;s take this sucker home. Find the button. Push it gently. Hit it out of the park big boy. But where&#8217;s the button? Ah. Milkyway. Piece of cake. So I ask after Milkyway. How is she? Does she still support Chelsea? <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What CD? Who Milkyway?&#8221;, he cut me short. Pause. &#8220;Who you?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Er&#8230; Pete.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Fuck la. Long numba.&#8221; Click.<\/p>\n<p>Bugger.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dragon Tattoo calls. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Wei. When is shipment out?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Dragon Tattoo is a DVD and music CD pirate. He is dangerous man at the best of times, and when he calls to ask for album release dates, it&#8217;s time to be extra careful. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Depends. Could be next year.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I lie. 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