I'm finding that this heat is much more entertaining if I pretend I'm slowly chugging down a stagnant tropical river on a 1910-era boat, through malaria-infested jungle, listening to distant drumming, wondering when poison-tipped arrows are going to start flying toward me from the shore.  Oh, and I'm wearing a sweat-drenched khaki shirt and a nice ( Read more... )

Coming down for Trenchmouth/Micah on the 14th, probably staying with either Mel'n'Ches or the Bradberrys out in the county.  J-mo?  Raven 'n' Ness?  All in?  Pokey may make it as well, and perhaps she'll shove some Muscovites into her car while she's at it.

I have a long-standing bitch/confession session to unleash: I hate voiceover, the technique of recording and lip-syncing professional voice talent to match the mouth movements of beautiful - yet harsh sounding - actors and actresses.  In the past, maybe the sound person on the set of a commercial shoot wasn't on his/her game, or maybe the actor or ( Read more... )

Friday night, and all is boring.  I suspect things will get better as the weekend wears on, but it's hard to tell.  Why the hell did all you people have to move to Seattle?  Oh, I forgot - that was years ago - never mind.  Just thought I'd cry like a little bitch for a moment.  Now I think I'll try to figure out something to do this weekend.

Hmm.  I was never a very diligent poster to begin with, but I really haven't posted anything for a long time.  I'm a different person now than I was when I last posted.  A better, wiser person, I hope.

For me to actually post anything more than an occasional comment/response to someone else's post, a truly unusual event or emotion must occur ( Read more... )

So I just got a pretty decent promotion at work. Been learning the finer points of bossing people around for about 3 weeks now (actually, it's not like that. It's just funny to think that someone actually put me in charge of all these folks). So far, so good ( Read more... )

BBQ'd tonight. Drank beer and rum. Mmmm.

One more mastering session at Binary and my CD will be finished. 'Bout fuggin' time.

That is all.

I got lucky this week. While the snowboarders and farmers were begging for precipitation, I was loving the clear weather because my windshield wipers were fucked. It happened around 3 AM on I-5, just South of Mount Vernon, on my way back from the abode of johnnymohawk and gingeroo two Sundays ago.  70 MPH, pouring rain, and the pin under the cowling breaks.  Didn't ( Read more... )

A church-going co-worker of Andrea's had extra tickets to "Passion of the Christ" last week, no doubt in a lame stab at evangelism. So, it was a date ( Read more... )