...Spread Feathers...
If I keep responding to comments and posting on The Facebook I'll never get anything written in this thing, and that would be a shame since Day Seven is is in heaven and my Busy Week is buried.
I want to be a rapper, like...So. Bad.
1Co 12:31a. I don't think mine are "flow" or "spitting rhymes". Trivia - 1Co 12:31b is my favorite.
Day Seven went really well: three solid performances from our vocal quartet this morning at various church services, Burger Barge (featuring burgers with fried eggs delivered by the infinitely attractive waitress), Seafarers with the boys, L4D2's update of No Mercy, a nearly Six Sigma timpani performance at the Municipal Band concert (nearly), and late dinner with the family under the Golden Arches.
I dig my idiolect.
Tonight's mantra: "As long as I can hit my notes...As long as I can hit my notes...As long as I can hit my notes..."
This entry feels threadbare and sporadic, and I apologize. Hopefully you can suck the marrow out of each paragraph and find some nourishment.
I've got the Star Wars Trilogy: Definitive Collection Laserdiscs coming in the mail soon, and I'm excited about that - Now we shall commence the search for a Laserdisc player! If you know of one in your basement/school/attic/aquarium/boxcar/boxer shorts/entertainment center that is unwanted and looking for a good home, well, you know where I am.
When I look in the mirror I don't think I'm "fat," but when I see pictures of myself I do. Perhaps the camera adds 50 pounds...or maybe I'm fat! Eek! I'd say I could diet and exercise and whatnot, but then my next thought is always, "I'll do that when I'm dead - inject me with some cheese!" so there goes that plan. I'm comfortable with myself as long as I'm not looking at pictures or video, and not doing that seems Way Easier than loosing weight. =P
I don't know how much Atmosphere Blake listens to, but I think a tracklist for a mix CD of their material is coming soon to a brain near me and he may be the target I inflict it upon. I'll make a version for Brett, too, and it'll be labeled "Atmosphere Mix" in Sharpie, but it'll just be Rush and A Perfect Circle tracks to ensure he likes it. Maybe some techno, too. And then he'll say, "Damn - Atmosphere's the bomb!" and we'll go see 'em at Red Rocks and he'll be Very disappointed. But I'll laugh, so, it's all good, right?
Damn - Red Rocks has Atmosphere on the 19th of August and Incubus two days earlier...someday, Colorado *shakes fist*...
I'm reduced to spinning one (1) of my two (2) Inception tops that live on my desk, so I think that's gotta be that for tonight. Good night, baby birds.