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DMBQ is awesome. Although I am not listening to it right now. The CD is either lost in the rubble of this room, or lost in the rubble of Mark's. DMBQ stands for "Dynamite Master Blues Quartet." They are Japanese and they are awesome. Although now I guess they're defunct, because they got into an accident a month or two ago and their drummer died.
I spend too much on food.
I want more songs to mix.
I want to find a way to get back certain people. I suppose I could make this comment more pointed and less cryptic if I so chose. I feel strange and useless waiting around. But I suppose that's supposed to be the point.
I want a vacation.
I'm going to get my first film sound credit. It's silly. But I did a little bit of post work for Larry's movie the other day.
I've been working too much, and, due to Christmas, I have little to show for it. Newbury Comics is going well, I hope I get to stay on there. I almost had my head bashed in by a shelf last weekend getting a customer an X-Files figure (at least it was The Smoking Man--I don't remember his proper name--and not somebody lame--because it would suck if my head got bashed in for a lame action figure instead of a cool one). That store is set up terribly. I got out a ladder, but ended up having to stand on top of the poster display on my tiptoes. Then found out that the box was holding up the shelf above it. I was told to just slide another box into its place. Brilliant. The customer spotted me and I stood on tiptoes and carefully moved everything. The joys of retail. I'm working like thirty some-odd hours between H&M and Newbury Thursday-Saturday, because I am a money-hungry masochist.
Our ghost is a mischievious little scamp. It's started hiding the remotes. It tied the string from Maria's ceiling light in a bow.
Now I get to sleep. For the first time in awhile.
I spend too much on food.
I want more songs to mix.
I want to find a way to get back certain people. I suppose I could make this comment more pointed and less cryptic if I so chose. I feel strange and useless waiting around. But I suppose that's supposed to be the point.
I want a vacation.
I'm going to get my first film sound credit. It's silly. But I did a little bit of post work for Larry's movie the other day.
I've been working too much, and, due to Christmas, I have little to show for it. Newbury Comics is going well, I hope I get to stay on there. I almost had my head bashed in by a shelf last weekend getting a customer an X-Files figure (at least it was The Smoking Man--I don't remember his proper name--and not somebody lame--because it would suck if my head got bashed in for a lame action figure instead of a cool one). That store is set up terribly. I got out a ladder, but ended up having to stand on top of the poster display on my tiptoes. Then found out that the box was holding up the shelf above it. I was told to just slide another box into its place. Brilliant. The customer spotted me and I stood on tiptoes and carefully moved everything. The joys of retail. I'm working like thirty some-odd hours between H&M and Newbury Thursday-Saturday, because I am a money-hungry masochist.
Our ghost is a mischievious little scamp. It's started hiding the remotes. It tied the string from Maria's ceiling light in a bow.
Now I get to sleep. For the first time in awhile.