Dear friends inside the internets machine:
Hello! It's been a while, hasn't it? Here are some things that are going on with me right now:
- I have a Dreamwidth account. I don't know what I'm going to use it for yet, because let's face it: I've been pretty crap at LiveJournal recently anyway, and I've been out of active fandom for almost a year at this point, but I have the account. Do with that information what you will, and as soon as I get my own shit together, perhaps I will do with that information something as well.
- None of you have asked me this question, but approximately fourteen other people have over the course of the last two weeks, including at least six just last night, so the answer is: no, I am not going to Shakori Hills (a kickass roots music festival 45 minutes from my apartment). Reasons for this are three: I'm broke like a joke and weekend passes there are fucking expensive; we have tickets to all three UNC/Miami baseball games this weekend anyway; I don't fucking camp, because I am too old to sleep on the goddamned ground anymore. The last of those three seems to be the reason that best gets people off my back about it. Musicians, oddly, don't seem to understand the commitment to baseball.
- Here is the answer to another question, though I'm not going to tell you what the question is; just know that this answer has been a fairly constant refrain here at the Alpha Site over, oh, the last couple of months: because we don't know any normal people.
- I've been doing a fair amount of shooting in studio while musicians record lately, and I am craving the opportunity to do more. Do you live in the Triangle? Do you have a band? Do you want me to come over and take pictures while you record and/or rehearse? :D? :D? I promise not to fall off chairs onto anyone, puts cats in anyone's hair, or have complex arguments about who's actually out of tune, the guitar or the banjo. I am quiet and unobtrusive and I won't drink all your beer! I swear! :D?
- I personally feel that the world would be a better place if more people played the banjo-ukelele. The banjolele, if you will.
- About, oh, two months ago, they started renovating the previously-empty bar next door to my office. This distresses me on multiple levels, the first being that I'd lusted after doing a promo shoot with some friends in a band in there, before the construction workers ripped out the gorgeous old vintage mahogany bar, but I didn't get to that stage in my friendship with those boys before they ripped it out. The second level of distress is that we were treated to two straight months of jackhammering and pounding and walls shaking as they ripped out of the old floor and then the concrete below it, and today we have a noise respite -- but the varnish they're using is seeping into our office and I'm high as a fucking kite and I have a headache, even though we have the doors open and a fan going, and I've only been here two hours.
- I have sucked at my job lately, which has caused me to avoid my boss, which has caused me to not have anything to do aside from the stuff I'm avoiding doing, and it's just this vicious circle of suck at my day job and all I want to do is run off and become a professional rock and roll photographer, which is not at all feasible for a variety of reasons. I have one thing to accomplish today, something I have been putting off for a week out of laziness and grumpiness, and I have to get it done. Or I'm going to put myself on notice.
- Also it seems to have started raining. Eff you, North Carolina, I just want some consistently nice weather for a while, Jesus Christ.
That's all I know, friends in the internets machine! I hope you are all doing well. You could tell me cheerful things, if you wanted, so that I do not lose my shit and punch someone in the face today.
Love and kisses,
Min