1,2, OMG

It really is.

I'm finding IT to be like a damn addiction I can't quit. Doesn't help that I've found another enabler. At this moment I'm looking at a ream of pre-punched animation paper and wondering if I want to "bounce that damn ball again". The f-ing horror. God help me.

Yah.

I hate it already.

Now what?

Bye, "Aunt"

Interrupted "visits" are annoying.

Have you used your regulator recently?

You should. Often.

It's a whole lotta Q's and no U's here.

Well, crap. Just like the titular scrabble predicament, I bought a bargain wanna-be wacom tablet that came WITHOUT A PEN. Wonderful chinese product! Well, given the recent history I guess I should be happy that it wasn't made with cardboard or gave me chemical burns. But, man, I'm still burned. Dangit. No pen. On the upside I actually got decent service from ONE Fry's guy. And decent's all you can ask for, y'all know. I'd love to see the frakkin training video at that store. It's gotta be akin to Dave Chappelle's Kinko's skit. Sometimes I think of getting a job there just to verify my suspicions.

On to other topics. I came across this most excellent article on wired: How to Soundproof an Apartment to Muffle Your Wife's Drumming. Is that NOT PERFECT for me? Well, except the "wife" and "apartment" part. Well, let's bookmark this badboy and hope it'll be perfect for me in the near future. At least I got the drums. Actually congas are pretty easy to play somewhat softly (save the slapping... "your wife's slapping kept us up all night!"), but I played a brazilian repenique for a nanosecond and that involved a drumstick, slapping AND hitting the steel rim. Which in turn meant me trying wrap the drum in a towel and sit it on top of my bed, which only marginally muted the skins. I was going to say "And what's the point of playing softly?" but that brings me to...

Matt Wilson. He played with good ol Wycliffe Gordon @ Stanford and was he ever fun to watch. Improvising, melodic use of a kit, more enjoyable to watch him solo relatively softly on a cymbal than endure some machismo laden kid try and kill his drum set. And the guy's body language... as much fun to watch him and here him. Love to see him live again.

Would also love to see this famoso drummer y chica (the OTHER lovely Rita) in concert, but that ain't gonna happen either. DVD's are out tho, hmm. Hello amazon wish list!

And now, My "Cathy" Moment

T-4 days to the wedding, I tried on my party dress...

... and encountered the Ghosts of BBQs past.

(After looking at this entry again I'm totally back to the "Quit Your Bitching." mindest, so screw it. I'm a proud member of team jelly belly. Big frakking deal!)

duty contined.

jury duty snapshot: oven -- lemme out

ack. thank you for callling me at 9:00am. On a fricking saturday, no less.
Well, now that I'm up....

rush to judgement. biz world will have to wait, guy.

linkies!: Send search party! Governor Arnold-san and others get lost in translation, including my fave family.


I can confirm, it is indeed oishii.

it's official. i'm a juror. f#ck.

that's the bad shit. the good shit?


health by chocolate- Get me through the day
wednesdays night winos" - get me thru the week
paramount- waiting for me this wkd

Quote del dia --
He:"We caught the school vandals doing cookies on the football field."
She:"You mean 'donuts'?"
He:"Cookies, krispy kreme, either way we caught 'em."

And yes, mr. sheriff-man reviewing my jury duty questionaire: howard stern qualifies as "a talk radio news program".

Too...fucking...hot. Not enough sodas in the world.
My cat's had it. Me, too.


SCREEEEEEAAAM!

Almost forgot to call in about jury duty next week. Grrargh. Well hell, I've spent enough time ranting about the rotten judicial branch of our gov, might as well do my duty and make some small difference. Quit my whining and do my g.d. j.d.