Yay wine! *hic*
1. Drink three (modest!) glasses of Merlot.
2. Try to pronounce 'precipitation'.
3. Enjoy ensuing hilarity.
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Well well.
Tim Tebow The Football Player actually got cleared to play and didn't get effed up.
Tebow the Real Person lives. Good.
Media Tebow has been elevated as superhuman. Which is not the fault of Player Tebow or Person Tebow. Sigh.
It makes me want to study journalism and become a commentator. Which a lot of people will scoff at: "she's never played a down of football!" No, but I've been in marching band, which accounts for a lot.
And unless Texas forgets to remember how to play football for an entire game next week (as opposed to, say, the first half), I'm going to have to become a Luddite to prevent temporary, sports-induced depression.
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Andy is taking another foray into his music-making endeavors: arranging for marching band.
I'm a consultant. There's four drums in a tenor set (that's why more often than not they're called quads), cornets are mellower than trumpets, flugelhorns are trumpets that have taken a Valium, and yes you can march with a baritone sax if you're a masochist very, very brave...
Spell-check suggested that "flugelhorns" should perhaps be "longhorns". Screw you, spell-check.
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Andy bought not only wine, but brisket for supper.
I owe him some.
But not tonight. G'nite.
2. Try to pronounce 'precipitation'.
3. Enjoy ensuing hilarity.
________________________________
Well well.
Tim Tebow The Football Player actually got cleared to play and didn't get effed up.
Tebow the Real Person lives. Good.
Media Tebow has been elevated as superhuman. Which is not the fault of Player Tebow or Person Tebow. Sigh.
It makes me want to study journalism and become a commentator. Which a lot of people will scoff at: "she's never played a down of football!" No, but I've been in marching band, which accounts for a lot.
And unless Texas forgets to remember how to play football for an entire game next week (as opposed to, say, the first half), I'm going to have to become a Luddite to prevent temporary, sports-induced depression.
_______________________________
Andy is taking another foray into his music-making endeavors: arranging for marching band.
I'm a consultant. There's four drums in a tenor set (that's why more often than not they're called quads), cornets are mellower than trumpets, flugelhorns are trumpets that have taken a Valium, and yes you can march with a baritone sax if you're a masochist very, very brave...
Spell-check suggested that "flugelhorns" should perhaps be "longhorns". Screw you, spell-check.
________________________________
Andy bought not only wine, but brisket for supper.
I owe him some.
But not tonight. G'nite.