I’m not going to the Justin Timberlake concert tonight.

But I WOULD have, had all the seats not sold out in a matter of milliseconds, and if Craigslist wasn’t so rife with steely-spined opportunists.

Ah, well.

Depending on how you feel about the stubbly young man, you’re either laughing at me right now, nodding in sympathy, or fondling your own tickets to the show. Or you have no idea who the hell I’m talking about. And no idea how the hell you got here. Who am I, anyway?

Anyway, indeed. He’s just fun with all the singing and dancing and winking, and fun is something I can sorely use in my life right now. He also has the most diverse body of fans amongst my friends that I’ve ever known an artist to have… from grandmas to teenagers to thirtysomething hipster boys to career musicians and back again.

This is old, but makes me smile:

Enjoy the concert tonight, kids!