Could you please try to be a little more erotic with that mayo?
We had the best practice ever, tonight. Did I mention the band is back together? We've got the lovely Jessica on banjo now, not to mention the addition of Gene the Stripping Bassist. After our usual songs, we all switched instruments and started rocking out raga-style. Bet you didn't know Mike's a talented flautist! (Also, now I remember why I don't play the bass anymore... damn, that thing takes chops.) Mike's roommate, Nazi Joe*, was trying to have his practice at the same time, but eventually our jam drew in his accordian and guitar, with Ryon on the set. The Indian dude from two floors down had to knock on the door and tell us to shut up at about 9:30. That effectively ended practice, but the upside was that apparently he'd thought we were a recording until he actually opened the door and saw real live musicians.
Maybe I'll even tell you guys when we play, these days. There's an Oregon tour in early February. This is extra exciting, because it means visiting Vicki and Mick (the owners of the Brown Bar of Alaska fame) and Miranda and Sam (the kids) and Louise and Zeus (the bulldogs) and Hedwig and Hecate (the squashy faced cats).
Earlier this week I got all cocky about work. Work, by the way, has been fun, challenging, and lucrative. I like my bosses, my coworkers are fantastic, everyone knows what they're doing, etc etc. No real complaints except for the sore feet. Anyway, I was all full of myself and like, "Oooh, look at me, I can multi-task." Then yesterday, I made like twelve million mistakes and a boss even said at one point, "I could write you up for that..." (Pretty sure he didn't, but still, that's never good.) So from now on, I will be teh humblez0rz. As I should have been in the first place.
Death and cancer
Eh, never mind. That was going to be a less fun paragraph than this one:
We have kittens! Thing 1 and Thing 2. This whole naming debacle proves that I should never have kids; they would be doomed to identity crises, because their names would change weekly. You can look at pictures here:
http://ariata.livejournal.com/534199.html#cutid1
It's the best collection so far that's all in one spot for you lazy bastards. Aren't they ridiculous? They're also stinky. Thing 1 likes to wallow in her litter box. Thing 2 may be learning bad habits from her. The poop jokes are neverending... (infinipoop!)
How's everything on your (mom's) end?
*You may know him as Hippy Joe, but he buzzed his hair off a couple weeks ago.
Maybe I'll even tell you guys when we play, these days. There's an Oregon tour in early February. This is extra exciting, because it means visiting Vicki and Mick (the owners of the Brown Bar of Alaska fame) and Miranda and Sam (the kids) and Louise and Zeus (the bulldogs) and Hedwig and Hecate (the squashy faced cats).
Earlier this week I got all cocky about work. Work, by the way, has been fun, challenging, and lucrative. I like my bosses, my coworkers are fantastic, everyone knows what they're doing, etc etc. No real complaints except for the sore feet. Anyway, I was all full of myself and like, "Oooh, look at me, I can multi-task." Then yesterday, I made like twelve million mistakes and a boss even said at one point, "I could write you up for that..." (Pretty sure he didn't, but still, that's never good.) So from now on, I will be teh humblez0rz. As I should have been in the first place.
Death and cancer
Eh, never mind. That was going to be a less fun paragraph than this one:
We have kittens! Thing 1 and Thing 2. This whole naming debacle proves that I should never have kids; they would be doomed to identity crises, because their names would change weekly. You can look at pictures here:
http://ariata.livejournal.com/534199.html#cutid1
It's the best collection so far that's all in one spot for you lazy bastards. Aren't they ridiculous? They're also stinky. Thing 1 likes to wallow in her litter box. Thing 2 may be learning bad habits from her. The poop jokes are neverending... (infinipoop!)
How's everything on your (mom's) end?
*You may know him as Hippy Joe, but he buzzed his hair off a couple weeks ago.