I saw on MySpace today that a film is looking for a song and they're running a contest to find said song. The film is called "Henry Poole is Here," and the prize is to get a video made by the movie's director for the submitted song.
So, I looked at the rules. Apparently, the song MUST be named "Henry Poole is Here" and MUST use those words in the lyrics; you grant them all rights in perpetuity for the song, and allow them to be listed as the author in the copyright. Then, they reserve the right to not let you be in the video, and the video may not be used at all... and the song may not be used at all. They won't give you royalties or any money at all for the song, either.
WTF? What a shitty deal.
The sorry part is that there will be bands and songwriters who will enter this contest simply to get a music video. They won't even read the rules and realize what they're giving up. Might be a decent promotional opportunity, but it looks like another ripoff to me.
In related news, I just entered a contest, but a real one this time, that actually has benefits for me. It cost me $35, but the grand prize is $50,000, so, yeah... worth it. Cross your fingers for me!
Friday, May 30, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
**YAWN**
I re-did my personal site... again. I keep getting letters from people that the light text on the dark background is hard to read. So, I changed it, almost back to where it was two years ago. It even has the same background as it did back then. Oh, well.
I also started writing a new song today. It's called "You're The Reason." I'm not finished with it yet, but I'll get it done tomorrow, probably.
I also started writing a new song today. It's called "You're The Reason." I'm not finished with it yet, but I'll get it done tomorrow, probably.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Slightly Less Depressed
We had band practice on Friday, and that went really well. The originals are starting to sound quite polished.
Saturday, I went up to Sandpoint and went grocery shopping. Bought a HDTV and a new entertainment center to put it on. I like the new HDTV set-up for football already. NFL Network had the Steelers/Browns match-up from mid-season on this morning, and, holy schmoly! You can see every blade of grass! Kick ass. Some of the other channels (even in HD) aren't as amazing, but I guess they'll all get on a standard sooner or later.
I have been writing in Devil's Handiwork the last couple of days, but it isn't going very well. I suppose I should just write and leave the editing for later this summer. **sigh** But I have so much trouble doing that. I just can't leave it alone. I will write for a while, go back and read, and simply delete more than 75% of what I've written.
I watched CSI from Thursday night the other day (I'd taped it), and the season finale was, like, WTF?!?! They killed off my favorite character!!!
Later tonight I might start recording scratch tracks for the band's upcoming second album. The plan is to get these scratch tracks to the new guy so that the songs will all be in tempo and won't waver all over the timing spectrum. For whatever reason, I absolutely HATE recording. (I'm sure you all can figure out WHY I hate recording so damned much! ::grin::)
Saturday, I went up to Sandpoint and went grocery shopping. Bought a HDTV and a new entertainment center to put it on. I like the new HDTV set-up for football already. NFL Network had the Steelers/Browns match-up from mid-season on this morning, and, holy schmoly! You can see every blade of grass! Kick ass. Some of the other channels (even in HD) aren't as amazing, but I guess they'll all get on a standard sooner or later.
I have been writing in Devil's Handiwork the last couple of days, but it isn't going very well. I suppose I should just write and leave the editing for later this summer. **sigh** But I have so much trouble doing that. I just can't leave it alone. I will write for a while, go back and read, and simply delete more than 75% of what I've written.
I watched CSI from Thursday night the other day (I'd taped it), and the season finale was, like, WTF?!?! They killed off my favorite character!!!
Later tonight I might start recording scratch tracks for the band's upcoming second album. The plan is to get these scratch tracks to the new guy so that the songs will all be in tempo and won't waver all over the timing spectrum. For whatever reason, I absolutely HATE recording. (I'm sure you all can figure out WHY I hate recording so damned much! ::grin::)
Monday, May 12, 2008
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Been So Busy...
I tried for days to write my term paper, but couldn't get into the right frame of mind to do so. I was going to on Wednesday, but the fiasco with the studio was a major deterrent. Was going to Thursday, but I decided to watch TV instead. About 2 in the afternoon on Thursday, Kenny calls me and tells me to get ready to go to the Legion and that he'll be home at 4PM to go up to Cusick. I think this is odd because he never calls me that early in the day to tell me to do something unless it is like looking something up on the Internet. And I had thought all week that he was planning something, but I didn't think he would pick Thursday to do it because of a number of reasons. First, my Dad would have to work the next day. Second, Kenny himself would have to work the next day. So, even though I suspected that something might be up, I really didn't think that he would pull anything.
So, we went up to the Cusick Tavern and had tacos, as usual. After dinner, we got in the car to go to the Legion (as usual), and I started fixing my lipstick, which had worn off while eating. Because my head was down doing that, I did not see my Dad hiding his truck. When we pulled up to the Legion, I looked up and saw one of my best friends standing on the porch of the Legion. The jig was up!
Kenny had thrown me a surprise party, complete with balloons and cake and some of my friends and my family, so it was a really nice surprise. I only wish Dad and my friend could have stayed longer and that some of my other friends could have made it. My drummer and bassist came over a little later, and we all had a great time. It was a very nice party. :)
On Friday, after drinking pretty heavily the night before, I woke up at 6 AM after going to bed at around 1:30AM. I don't know why, but drinking messes with my sleep patterns. Anyway, so I ran to the store and bought water for coffee ('cause I was out... again) and a dozen donuts for the kids.
After that, I drank some coffee and then started writing my paper. I stayed writing my paper all day long. I finally finished the thing at 6AM Saturday. So, anyway, I finished my paper and went to bed and then got up the next day and swept and mopped the kitchen. I went to my aunt's house, and I worked on her son's computer for a while, trying to remove a virus and a trojan from the machine, to no avail. The hard drive was, eventually, reset.
On my birthday, I talked to my friend from Sandpoint for a while, and talked to Mom for a while, and finished dusting and vaccuuming and started cooking for everyone. I made rigatoni and cheese sticks and had chips and salsa set out for munchies.
I got up today intending to make my forum postings, but instead let the kids play on the computer for quite a while, and then I cooked dinner. I finally did get my forum postings made. Anyway, I have some more forum postings to do, but I will catch up on all of those later in the week, and then be done on Friday. Yay!
Tomorrow, I am working on my Sekrit Prawjikt. Wednesday, forum postings. After that, no clue.
So, we went up to the Cusick Tavern and had tacos, as usual. After dinner, we got in the car to go to the Legion (as usual), and I started fixing my lipstick, which had worn off while eating. Because my head was down doing that, I did not see my Dad hiding his truck. When we pulled up to the Legion, I looked up and saw one of my best friends standing on the porch of the Legion. The jig was up!
Kenny had thrown me a surprise party, complete with balloons and cake and some of my friends and my family, so it was a really nice surprise. I only wish Dad and my friend could have stayed longer and that some of my other friends could have made it. My drummer and bassist came over a little later, and we all had a great time. It was a very nice party. :)
On Friday, after drinking pretty heavily the night before, I woke up at 6 AM after going to bed at around 1:30AM. I don't know why, but drinking messes with my sleep patterns. Anyway, so I ran to the store and bought water for coffee ('cause I was out... again) and a dozen donuts for the kids.
After that, I drank some coffee and then started writing my paper. I stayed writing my paper all day long. I finally finished the thing at 6AM Saturday. So, anyway, I finished my paper and went to bed and then got up the next day and swept and mopped the kitchen. I went to my aunt's house, and I worked on her son's computer for a while, trying to remove a virus and a trojan from the machine, to no avail. The hard drive was, eventually, reset.
On my birthday, I talked to my friend from Sandpoint for a while, and talked to Mom for a while, and finished dusting and vaccuuming and started cooking for everyone. I made rigatoni and cheese sticks and had chips and salsa set out for munchies.
I got up today intending to make my forum postings, but instead let the kids play on the computer for quite a while, and then I cooked dinner. I finally did get my forum postings made. Anyway, I have some more forum postings to do, but I will catch up on all of those later in the week, and then be done on Friday. Yay!
Tomorrow, I am working on my Sekrit Prawjikt. Wednesday, forum postings. After that, no clue.
Monday, April 21, 2008
I'm Finally Caught Up...
...until tomorrow.
Let's see... Mom and Dad came and got the kids Thursday, and the band practiced. That went really well, actually. Then, I went out with a bunch of friends to the Legion and bought my drummer birthday drinks. Everybody but Kenny got completely hammered. (!!!) (Kenny was the designated driver, as usual, because he can no longer hold his liquor. At all.)
Friday, needless to say, I was a little slow getting around. I was majorly hungover, and did not get to much school work at all before I had to pack up the band gear and get ready to go. We had a great show Friday. There was another birthday party there, and the bar was pretty full all night. I was pleased.
Saturday, I got myself together and finished my school work for the week (except for the forum postings and reading other people's stuff). The show Saturday was even better than the Friday show, for once. We were really good, and the vocals were really, really good, in my opinion. I know that some of the songs seem a little low for me now, but, when we actually get to practice them in the lower tuning instead of just hopping up and playing them without practicing them, they'll get better. I think. Anyway, the bar owner told Kenny that they made $4,000 over the weekend, which isn't bad at all. Definitely worth what they paid us. :)
I went up to Sandpoint and did the shopping for the month with the gig money. I bought the kids each a pair of pants and got Cait a pair of shoes (that were on clearance for $3!!!) and got my sister a birthday present and Hunter a birthday present.
Let's see... Mom and Dad came and got the kids Thursday, and the band practiced. That went really well, actually. Then, I went out with a bunch of friends to the Legion and bought my drummer birthday drinks. Everybody but Kenny got completely hammered. (!!!) (Kenny was the designated driver, as usual, because he can no longer hold his liquor. At all.)
Friday, needless to say, I was a little slow getting around. I was majorly hungover, and did not get to much school work at all before I had to pack up the band gear and get ready to go. We had a great show Friday. There was another birthday party there, and the bar was pretty full all night. I was pleased.
Saturday, I got myself together and finished my school work for the week (except for the forum postings and reading other people's stuff). The show Saturday was even better than the Friday show, for once. We were really good, and the vocals were really, really good, in my opinion. I know that some of the songs seem a little low for me now, but, when we actually get to practice them in the lower tuning instead of just hopping up and playing them without practicing them, they'll get better. I think. Anyway, the bar owner told Kenny that they made $4,000 over the weekend, which isn't bad at all. Definitely worth what they paid us. :)
I went up to Sandpoint and did the shopping for the month with the gig money. I bought the kids each a pair of pants and got Cait a pair of shoes (that were on clearance for $3!!!) and got my sister a birthday present and Hunter a birthday present.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
The Band
We had band practice Saturday. It was actually quite a lot of fun, and cutting it down to one day a week has given me more time to deal with school and other stuff, but it has cut down our productivity A LOT. We aren't getting NEARLY as much done in the one practice as we were with two, in my opinion. but it did go really well. We have added six new songs to our covers list.
I guess other than that, nothing's really going on.
I guess other than that, nothing's really going on.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
First "New Computer" Post
Well, I got my new computer set up! It's going to take a bit of getting used to. The screen is HUGE!!! The keyboard is a little light and delicate for my tastes and the mouse is a little bit big.... I haven't installed all my programs yet.
I moved my mail over from the old computer with nary a burp in the delivery of said mail; the only thing that pisses me off about the whole thing is that, since I downloaded IncrediMail on my old computer in 2005, they've changed their junk mail system, so, now, you have to pay $60 a year to get your junk mail delivered to a different folder. I am about THISCLOSE to switching to another mail program, but I am going to check into having junk mail re-routed before it ever reaches IncrediMail from my server.
The weather is seriously weird. Fifteen minutes ago, it was overcast and slightly warm. In the last ten minutes, it's rained, hailed, snowed, and sleeted (is that even a word? I think not...). Strange.
I have to make a shopping list, take a shower, and write a one-page paper proposal, so I guess I better stop farting around and get stuff done. More later.
I moved my mail over from the old computer with nary a burp in the delivery of said mail; the only thing that pisses me off about the whole thing is that, since I downloaded IncrediMail on my old computer in 2005, they've changed their junk mail system, so, now, you have to pay $60 a year to get your junk mail delivered to a different folder. I am about THISCLOSE to switching to another mail program, but I am going to check into having junk mail re-routed before it ever reaches IncrediMail from my server.
The weather is seriously weird. Fifteen minutes ago, it was overcast and slightly warm. In the last ten minutes, it's rained, hailed, snowed, and sleeted (is that even a word? I think not...). Strange.
I have to make a shopping list, take a shower, and write a one-page paper proposal, so I guess I better stop farting around and get stuff done. More later.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Long Week
Okay, so: my week. I stayed up all night Tuesday night and did not go to bed until 9PM Wednesday. I got nothing accomplished (except I did write a really cool new tune, but I have no lyrics and none seem to be forthcoming, which really makes me sort of pissed). I got up Thursday at about 9AM and watched TV with the kids and got through their school work for the day and got ready to go to Spokane and got the kids packed to stay at my Mom's. Mom and Dad came and got the kids at 2:30PM, and me and Kenny left the house minutes later.
We drove into Spokane and went to the Verizon store where I got a new battery for my cell phone and car charger for it, as well. Then we went to Gonzaga and Kenny dropped me off there. I met my classmates and instructors.
The first session of the residency was pretty cool. The teacher had us draw stuff upside down and draw without looking at the paper and work with clay with our eyes closed. It was mindless and kinda fun. I made a cat. :)
After the class ended at 9PM, Kenny took me to Dairy Queen where I got a chili dog and a Moo Latte. We went home, watched the new CSI that I had taped while I was gone, and then went to bed. I got up at 6:30AM, got ready, and was in Spokane at 9:00 AM. The first class was at the library, where they showed us how to request books and articles for free if we lived more than 35 miles from the campus (SCORE!), and how to use a program that I will never ever use. After that, we all went over to the admin building and got our student ID cards, and I took a majorly crappy picture that makes me look slightly insane. After that, I ended up going to lunch with some of my classmates.
After that, I walked about a mile to get to where the next class was being held. After that, I went to the next class, where we dissected a Woody Allen film called Crimes and Misdemeanors. This process took from 1:30PM to 6:30PM.
I got up Saturday morning at 6AM, got ready and went to Spokane for the last day of the residency. The first class was all about the Benedictine monks. After that, we had a short break and then back to the second session of the day, in which we meditated for an hour. After that, we went to lunch.
I ended up chatting with a gal from Tucson and a lady from Jacksonville, FL for the meal. Then, they left another of our classmates (who was from back east somewhere) at the restaurant, so somebody (not me) had to go back and get him. The last session of the residency was about Shakespeare and Richard III and leadership, and we watched three different film versions of the opening scene of Richard III: one which featured Lawrence Olivier (or however you spell his name) in the 1950s (which featured Olivier as the main character with a Little Lord Fauntleroy haircut so that he looked like the evil prince from Shrek); another film in which the dude who played the wizard Gandalf in Lord of the Rings (you know, Ian McKellen) was the main character, but who was styled to look like Hitler; and a third film featuring Al Pacino as Richard III.
Anyway, Kenny did not want to go to the final dinner, so we skipped it and came home. I had to get some papers for Mom off my e-mail. While I was printing the first one, the power to my computer went off, and, at first, I thought this old computer had finally bit it as I couldn't turn it back on. So, I called Mom and told her to send the files to my Yahoo account so that I could print them from another computer. Just after I hung up with her, I checked the surge protector, and, indeed, the switch was flipped to off, as the heater Kenny had plugged into it had surged or something.
Anyway, so we went out to Mom's to get the kids. I got up Sunday at about 8AM and watched TV until band practice, I also cooked soup. Band practice went well, and tuning to "D" made all the difference in the world in the vocals. There are some things that will have to be worked out, but that will come in a few practices.I got up today at 9AM, loaded the dishwasher, and have been doing school work for most of the day. I only have one other thing I have to get done tonight and then I can relax. I am going to take a shower tonight and maybe do some reading for school. I have more reading to do tomorrow, and there are a couple of papers that I have to work on. Tomorrow, I am going to Wal*Mart to do grocery shopping. Tonight, I think I am going to move all the files and settings off this computer and ready for the migration to the new computer and set the new on up. I've had it for almost a week and it is still sitting there in boxes. I had intended on putting my office in the porch, but, for various reasons - not the least of which is the power situation - I am not doing that. Which makes me EXTREMELY unhappy
We drove into Spokane and went to the Verizon store where I got a new battery for my cell phone and car charger for it, as well. Then we went to Gonzaga and Kenny dropped me off there. I met my classmates and instructors.
The first session of the residency was pretty cool. The teacher had us draw stuff upside down and draw without looking at the paper and work with clay with our eyes closed. It was mindless and kinda fun. I made a cat. :)
After the class ended at 9PM, Kenny took me to Dairy Queen where I got a chili dog and a Moo Latte. We went home, watched the new CSI that I had taped while I was gone, and then went to bed. I got up at 6:30AM, got ready, and was in Spokane at 9:00 AM. The first class was at the library, where they showed us how to request books and articles for free if we lived more than 35 miles from the campus (SCORE!), and how to use a program that I will never ever use. After that, we all went over to the admin building and got our student ID cards, and I took a majorly crappy picture that makes me look slightly insane. After that, I ended up going to lunch with some of my classmates.
After that, I walked about a mile to get to where the next class was being held. After that, I went to the next class, where we dissected a Woody Allen film called Crimes and Misdemeanors. This process took from 1:30PM to 6:30PM.
I got up Saturday morning at 6AM, got ready and went to Spokane for the last day of the residency. The first class was all about the Benedictine monks. After that, we had a short break and then back to the second session of the day, in which we meditated for an hour. After that, we went to lunch.
I ended up chatting with a gal from Tucson and a lady from Jacksonville, FL for the meal. Then, they left another of our classmates (who was from back east somewhere) at the restaurant, so somebody (not me) had to go back and get him. The last session of the residency was about Shakespeare and Richard III and leadership, and we watched three different film versions of the opening scene of Richard III: one which featured Lawrence Olivier (or however you spell his name) in the 1950s (which featured Olivier as the main character with a Little Lord Fauntleroy haircut so that he looked like the evil prince from Shrek); another film in which the dude who played the wizard Gandalf in Lord of the Rings (you know, Ian McKellen) was the main character, but who was styled to look like Hitler; and a third film featuring Al Pacino as Richard III.
Anyway, Kenny did not want to go to the final dinner, so we skipped it and came home. I had to get some papers for Mom off my e-mail. While I was printing the first one, the power to my computer went off, and, at first, I thought this old computer had finally bit it as I couldn't turn it back on. So, I called Mom and told her to send the files to my Yahoo account so that I could print them from another computer. Just after I hung up with her, I checked the surge protector, and, indeed, the switch was flipped to off, as the heater Kenny had plugged into it had surged or something.
Anyway, so we went out to Mom's to get the kids. I got up Sunday at about 8AM and watched TV until band practice, I also cooked soup. Band practice went well, and tuning to "D" made all the difference in the world in the vocals. There are some things that will have to be worked out, but that will come in a few practices.I got up today at 9AM, loaded the dishwasher, and have been doing school work for most of the day. I only have one other thing I have to get done tonight and then I can relax. I am going to take a shower tonight and maybe do some reading for school. I have more reading to do tomorrow, and there are a couple of papers that I have to work on. Tomorrow, I am going to Wal*Mart to do grocery shopping. Tonight, I think I am going to move all the files and settings off this computer and ready for the migration to the new computer and set the new on up. I've had it for almost a week and it is still sitting there in boxes. I had intended on putting my office in the porch, but, for various reasons - not the least of which is the power situation - I am not doing that. Which makes me EXTREMELY unhappy
Monday, March 31, 2008
Some Good News
I did a search at the Copyright Office website and found out that "Rumors" has been officially registered with the Copyright Office. Only four more songs to go.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Miscellaneous Stuff
I forgot to mention this, but, the other day, Kenny ran into a certain former drummer of ours at Safeway. Apparently, he saw Kenny and asked him if we hated him. When Kenny told me this, I was like, "No, I really just don't care." According to this guy, he is now living in Oldtown (oh, joy!) because he got tired of his band in Spokane doing drugs, so he left.
I got a call today from the gal from Mom's church who wanted me to do a web site. She, apparently, has been on the road for 6 days a week, so has not had the opportunity to contact me. However, she called to ask about recording studios as she was looking for one to tour as she is apparently taking some recording studio/audio engineering course online and a tour of a recording studio is part of the program. So, I recommended the new studio owned by the guy who called me yesterday, as one of her prequisites was that the studio be both analog and digital, and this guy's does both.
The drainage situation is finally cleared up. (No pun intended.) Apparently, it was not the drain field, nor was the septic tank full. There were actually TWO problems: 1) there was a blockage between the tub output and the cleanout; and 2) there was a hair blockage in the tub itself. The plumber came over today (at no charge) and fixed the problem and even cleaned the tub for me. How nice!
The electrician is to come over on Tuesday and he will be completely re-wiring the breaker box, so I may be all day without power. In the meantime (probably later this evening) I will clean out the closet under the stairs so that I can put all the crap in the porch in the closet under the stairs. Once the porch is cleaned out, the electrician will be able to get to the breaker box easier, and, after that's done, I will be able to put my office in there. In other news, my neck is out, which is giving me a massive headache; I need to work out still today; I tried to call the drummer to find out if we were practicing Saturday or Sunday, but he was "out"; my new computer monitor will not be shipped until the 31st, so I can't set up my new computer until then (I could set up the computer with this computer monitor, but I'd rather not have to install drivers for it, so, I wait); I have to make plans for someone to watch the kids while Kenny is at work and I am in Spokane on April 3rd and 4th; and, lastly, I am making a list of songs to add to our setlist. Fun.
I got a call today from the gal from Mom's church who wanted me to do a web site. She, apparently, has been on the road for 6 days a week, so has not had the opportunity to contact me. However, she called to ask about recording studios as she was looking for one to tour as she is apparently taking some recording studio/audio engineering course online and a tour of a recording studio is part of the program. So, I recommended the new studio owned by the guy who called me yesterday, as one of her prequisites was that the studio be both analog and digital, and this guy's does both.
The drainage situation is finally cleared up. (No pun intended.) Apparently, it was not the drain field, nor was the septic tank full. There were actually TWO problems: 1) there was a blockage between the tub output and the cleanout; and 2) there was a hair blockage in the tub itself. The plumber came over today (at no charge) and fixed the problem and even cleaned the tub for me. How nice!
The electrician is to come over on Tuesday and he will be completely re-wiring the breaker box, so I may be all day without power. In the meantime (probably later this evening) I will clean out the closet under the stairs so that I can put all the crap in the porch in the closet under the stairs. Once the porch is cleaned out, the electrician will be able to get to the breaker box easier, and, after that's done, I will be able to put my office in there. In other news, my neck is out, which is giving me a massive headache; I need to work out still today; I tried to call the drummer to find out if we were practicing Saturday or Sunday, but he was "out"; my new computer monitor will not be shipped until the 31st, so I can't set up my new computer until then (I could set up the computer with this computer monitor, but I'd rather not have to install drivers for it, so, I wait); I have to make plans for someone to watch the kids while Kenny is at work and I am in Spokane on April 3rd and 4th; and, lastly, I am making a list of songs to add to our setlist. Fun.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Kinda Depressed
I don't know what's wrong with me. It's almost as if EVERYTHING is wrong, and I don't know how to fix it.
Yesterday, I got a phone call from a recording studio in Spokane. I'd written to the guy on MySpace to find out, from his perspective, just how long it would take to produce and record five songs. He wrote back a few days ago basically saying, "A hell of a lot less time than a year." So, yesterday, he calls me, and we talked for quite a while about what has gone on with the studio who's been "working" on my songs. Anyway, he told me that he could get a full album's worth of recordings done for us in about two weeks. The only thing: he charges $3,000 per week. However, he said he was interested in a new web site for his recording studio and would consider a partial trade, so I might get it for half.
This guy was so nice on the phone, and already loves my band. He has our CD! So, I think we're going to hammer out the details in the coming weeks and probably start recording in June or July and I will pay it off in August so we can release the CD in September-ish.
However, despite that good news, I am still depressed. I don't really know what's wrong. I do know that several problems have sprung up around the house due to the melting snow. Because the melting snow has saturated the ground out back, there is a lake of standing water. Because of the standing water and the saturated ground, the drainfield is not working properly. As a result, there is sewage (poop and all) backing up into the bathtub. It smells like rotten eggs in the whole house and the drains are unusable. I had planned to work out and take a shower today, but that isn't going to happen because the drains aren't working.
Additionally, the power keeps blinking off for no reason whatsoever. So far, I have found only two plug-ins that are not wired to the same 20-amp breaker. When that breaker blows (at least twice a day), only the stuff plugged into the outlet by the kitchen table (my desktop computer and the desk lamp) and the stuff plugged into the outlets above the kitchen counter backsplash stay running; everything else (including ALL the lights throughout the house) go off. To fix it, you have to go reset the breaker. Kenny has no clue when the electrician is going to be there.
The plumber just finished clearing out the drains, but the sulfuric smell is not yet gone.
Yesterday, I got a phone call from a recording studio in Spokane. I'd written to the guy on MySpace to find out, from his perspective, just how long it would take to produce and record five songs. He wrote back a few days ago basically saying, "A hell of a lot less time than a year." So, yesterday, he calls me, and we talked for quite a while about what has gone on with the studio who's been "working" on my songs. Anyway, he told me that he could get a full album's worth of recordings done for us in about two weeks. The only thing: he charges $3,000 per week. However, he said he was interested in a new web site for his recording studio and would consider a partial trade, so I might get it for half.
This guy was so nice on the phone, and already loves my band. He has our CD! So, I think we're going to hammer out the details in the coming weeks and probably start recording in June or July and I will pay it off in August so we can release the CD in September-ish.
However, despite that good news, I am still depressed. I don't really know what's wrong. I do know that several problems have sprung up around the house due to the melting snow. Because the melting snow has saturated the ground out back, there is a lake of standing water. Because of the standing water and the saturated ground, the drainfield is not working properly. As a result, there is sewage (poop and all) backing up into the bathtub. It smells like rotten eggs in the whole house and the drains are unusable. I had planned to work out and take a shower today, but that isn't going to happen because the drains aren't working.
Additionally, the power keeps blinking off for no reason whatsoever. So far, I have found only two plug-ins that are not wired to the same 20-amp breaker. When that breaker blows (at least twice a day), only the stuff plugged into the outlet by the kitchen table (my desktop computer and the desk lamp) and the stuff plugged into the outlets above the kitchen counter backsplash stay running; everything else (including ALL the lights throughout the house) go off. To fix it, you have to go reset the breaker. Kenny has no clue when the electrician is going to be there.
The plumber just finished clearing out the drains, but the sulfuric smell is not yet gone.
Monday, March 10, 2008
I Have Insomnia
Which is odd, because I am VERY tired.
Like I mentioned, I came down with a cold Monday night, had laryngitis by Tuesday, was plugged up Wednesday and Thursday... was so plugged up Thursday night that I didn't go to bed for fear of bugging Kenny, who, by then, had also contracted this stupid thing. I tried to sleep on the couch, but I could not breathe unless I was standing up. I can't sleep standing up, so I decided to give it up and started dinking around on my laptop.
I started playing with a recording program I have, and found an auto tune thingie, which will come in handy for recording later. Anyway, so while I was doing that, about 1PM Friday afternoon, I got a call from the bar we played at last weekend. They had called 6 or 7 other bands because their scheduled band called in sick, and all the other bands they called were also sick. He wanted to know if we would play. I said that, normally, I would jump at the chance, but we had all come down with something, too.
Anyway, so, after the call, I called Kenny to let him know. He was, at first, fine with me saying "no" to the guy 'cause we were sick, but, the more we discussed it, the more we talked ourselves into it. So, I called the bassist and asked him. He, though sick himself, said that he would do whatever we decided. I called the drummer and asked him. He wanted to play, and was disappointed when I said that I didn't know if we could do it 'cause we were sick. I told him that I would talk to Kenny and call him back in an hour or so and let him know.
So, Kenny and I talked it over some more, and decided that it was worth it, so Kenny called the bar back and told them that we would be there. So, I started warming up my voice. It wasn't terrible, but I had no stamina, no power, and I went into coughing fits every little bit. Not good. But, the more I worked it (and the more tea I drank), the better it got. Kenny brought me some cold pills, and that alleviated the stuffy head. I called everyone back and told them that we would be playing and to meet us at the house at about 6:30 or so. I called Dad and asked to borrow his truck.
So, we went to the show, and I felt like crap. I had a fever, sore throat.... I was MISERABLE. And my singing... was tentative, to say the least. We managed to get through it, though. We went home at about 2AM and I crashed. Sick, no sleep, and then a show? DRAINING.
I got up at 11AM and took a shower, cooked food for Kenny, did a load of dishes, and drank copious amounts of tea in preparation for the show Saturday night. I put on my make-up and did my hair in an adorable high ponytail and I trimmed my bangs so I looked very 1960s glam-ish. Or something. Anyway, I thought the hair and makeup combo was cute, and I picked out the most AWESOME outfit EVER to wear that night: it was just a simple pair of jeans, but for a shirt, I wore a CHAINMAIL TANK TOP. That's right: little silver rings all hooked together with tiny crystals dangling all over it. I only had a bra on underneath, so, over it, I put on this long, tight, black blazer with only one button, and the button was right under the boobs. The front of the blazer separated in the middle to reveal a little bit of the sparkly chainmail and my skin. It was AWESOME, and a HUGE hit all around.
Saturday night, Kenny was feeling worse than me, but we were both miserable, and the bassist looked like he was on death's door. The drummer was the only one who wasn't visibly sick, but even he said that he had felt like he'd been sick all winter, and wasn't 100% either night. In any case, for being sick and on last minute notice, we were AMAZING. I can't think of another band that would do what we did. We even pulled off "Radar Love" (a song that has troubled us for a while at practice) both nights, as well as both nights the weekend before.
So, Sunday, even though I went to bed at about 3AM, I didn't get up until 2PM. I did a load of dishes, watched a little TV, and just generally did nothing. I dinked around on the computer for quite a while. Which is where I still am. The Daylight Savings Time thing has really screwed with me. I want to be back on a day schedule, anyway, so I'll just stay up today and hope that no bars call this afternoon wanting us to play tonight. HA!
Like I mentioned, I came down with a cold Monday night, had laryngitis by Tuesday, was plugged up Wednesday and Thursday... was so plugged up Thursday night that I didn't go to bed for fear of bugging Kenny, who, by then, had also contracted this stupid thing. I tried to sleep on the couch, but I could not breathe unless I was standing up. I can't sleep standing up, so I decided to give it up and started dinking around on my laptop.
I started playing with a recording program I have, and found an auto tune thingie, which will come in handy for recording later. Anyway, so while I was doing that, about 1PM Friday afternoon, I got a call from the bar we played at last weekend. They had called 6 or 7 other bands because their scheduled band called in sick, and all the other bands they called were also sick. He wanted to know if we would play. I said that, normally, I would jump at the chance, but we had all come down with something, too.
Anyway, so, after the call, I called Kenny to let him know. He was, at first, fine with me saying "no" to the guy 'cause we were sick, but, the more we discussed it, the more we talked ourselves into it. So, I called the bassist and asked him. He, though sick himself, said that he would do whatever we decided. I called the drummer and asked him. He wanted to play, and was disappointed when I said that I didn't know if we could do it 'cause we were sick. I told him that I would talk to Kenny and call him back in an hour or so and let him know.
So, Kenny and I talked it over some more, and decided that it was worth it, so Kenny called the bar back and told them that we would be there. So, I started warming up my voice. It wasn't terrible, but I had no stamina, no power, and I went into coughing fits every little bit. Not good. But, the more I worked it (and the more tea I drank), the better it got. Kenny brought me some cold pills, and that alleviated the stuffy head. I called everyone back and told them that we would be playing and to meet us at the house at about 6:30 or so. I called Dad and asked to borrow his truck.
So, we went to the show, and I felt like crap. I had a fever, sore throat.... I was MISERABLE. And my singing... was tentative, to say the least. We managed to get through it, though. We went home at about 2AM and I crashed. Sick, no sleep, and then a show? DRAINING.
I got up at 11AM and took a shower, cooked food for Kenny, did a load of dishes, and drank copious amounts of tea in preparation for the show Saturday night. I put on my make-up and did my hair in an adorable high ponytail and I trimmed my bangs so I looked very 1960s glam-ish. Or something. Anyway, I thought the hair and makeup combo was cute, and I picked out the most AWESOME outfit EVER to wear that night: it was just a simple pair of jeans, but for a shirt, I wore a CHAINMAIL TANK TOP. That's right: little silver rings all hooked together with tiny crystals dangling all over it. I only had a bra on underneath, so, over it, I put on this long, tight, black blazer with only one button, and the button was right under the boobs. The front of the blazer separated in the middle to reveal a little bit of the sparkly chainmail and my skin. It was AWESOME, and a HUGE hit all around.
Saturday night, Kenny was feeling worse than me, but we were both miserable, and the bassist looked like he was on death's door. The drummer was the only one who wasn't visibly sick, but even he said that he had felt like he'd been sick all winter, and wasn't 100% either night. In any case, for being sick and on last minute notice, we were AMAZING. I can't think of another band that would do what we did. We even pulled off "Radar Love" (a song that has troubled us for a while at practice) both nights, as well as both nights the weekend before.
So, Sunday, even though I went to bed at about 3AM, I didn't get up until 2PM. I did a load of dishes, watched a little TV, and just generally did nothing. I dinked around on the computer for quite a while. Which is where I still am. The Daylight Savings Time thing has really screwed with me. I want to be back on a day schedule, anyway, so I'll just stay up today and hope that no bars call this afternoon wanting us to play tonight. HA!
Friday, March 7, 2008
Arg.
I am still ill. The nights are way worse than the days, but they usually are, with colds. On the whole, though, I am feeling a lot better since the fever went away. I am just tired of blowing my nose and sneezing everything 30 seconds.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
I'm Getting Sick...
...which irritates me to no end. I'm pretty sure I know where I got it, since Dad was so sick. The weird feeling in my throat professed to full-on laryngitis (sp?) by this morning when I got up. Though my voice returned somewhat a little later, I am still very croaky. The last time this happened in September, it progressed to a head cold. I could really do without that. Right this moment, I feel a little nauseated, I have a fever, and my throat hurts. In addition, I seem to be having some trouble spelling, as this paragraph has had to be edited three times for typos. Grr.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Re: Luck
Friday afternoon, I was working on school stuff, and got a call from a friend of mine. I helped him out with some MySpace stuff, but, while I was on the phone to him, I got a call from my bass player who told me that a friend of his told him that the band was scheduled to play at a new bar in Newport. I thought that was odd, so I had Kenny call the bar to find out if that was true.
He told them when he got them on the phone that he was calling to find out how they did booking: did we need to bring a demo? And they told us that the band they'd booked for their opening weekend (a band out of Spokane) had canceled on them, and could we come down and play that night? This was at 3:30PM. Kenny called the drummer - who was in Spokane at the time - and told him, and he rushed home to get ready. I rushed around and got ready and told the bass player to come down, that we had a show.
Dad came over and we loaded everything into his truck and went down there. The place was PACKED. There had to be 100 people there. We totally rocked the place with VERY few mistakes. It was awesome. It was standing room only, people 4 deep at the bar... and we rocked, feeding off the crowd energy.
Unfortunately, a night like that on the first night ALWAYS means that there will be almost nobody there the second night. Kenny thought that me and the bassist were totally wrong when we both (separately) predicted that that very thing would happen. I told Kenny that we would see.
Saturday morning, I got up and made blueberry muffins, scrambled eggs, and mashed potato patties for breakfast and then started repairing the dress I thought I wanted to wear for the show that night. But I was totally dreading going. I knew that there wasn't going to be a crowd.
Around 3PM, I got ready to go, but Dad was feeling terrible, so he didn't come to the show; instead, he stayed here and watched the kids for me. We got to the show, and I was right: there were (maybe) 20 people in the bar, and it didn't get very much better all night. People drifted in and out while barhopping, but there was never any more than 40 people in the place, and that was at the end of the night when all the other bars had closed down.
Afterward, Kenny gave the bar owner our card, and, apparently, the bar owner said he would put our band "into rotation" with other bands he was having. We'll see what happens.
He told them when he got them on the phone that he was calling to find out how they did booking: did we need to bring a demo? And they told us that the band they'd booked for their opening weekend (a band out of Spokane) had canceled on them, and could we come down and play that night? This was at 3:30PM. Kenny called the drummer - who was in Spokane at the time - and told him, and he rushed home to get ready. I rushed around and got ready and told the bass player to come down, that we had a show.
Dad came over and we loaded everything into his truck and went down there. The place was PACKED. There had to be 100 people there. We totally rocked the place with VERY few mistakes. It was awesome. It was standing room only, people 4 deep at the bar... and we rocked, feeding off the crowd energy.
Unfortunately, a night like that on the first night ALWAYS means that there will be almost nobody there the second night. Kenny thought that me and the bassist were totally wrong when we both (separately) predicted that that very thing would happen. I told Kenny that we would see.
Saturday morning, I got up and made blueberry muffins, scrambled eggs, and mashed potato patties for breakfast and then started repairing the dress I thought I wanted to wear for the show that night. But I was totally dreading going. I knew that there wasn't going to be a crowd.
Around 3PM, I got ready to go, but Dad was feeling terrible, so he didn't come to the show; instead, he stayed here and watched the kids for me. We got to the show, and I was right: there were (maybe) 20 people in the bar, and it didn't get very much better all night. People drifted in and out while barhopping, but there was never any more than 40 people in the place, and that was at the end of the night when all the other bars had closed down.
Afterward, Kenny gave the bar owner our card, and, apparently, the bar owner said he would put our band "into rotation" with other bands he was having. We'll see what happens.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Happy Leap Year!
I only get to post on February 29th once every four years, so I thought I would. I've been a little under the weather, so I think the break from the band for a few days will be good for me. We will practice again on Monday.
Dad called me today to tell me that he has a job interview. Cross your fingers for him!
I went shopping up at Wal*Mart today, and, the one time that Kenny wasn't right there with me, I got followed around by two coverall-clad goons. Le sigh. Anyway, I did really well with the bill and got (almost) everything I needed.
I wrote a song about loudmouths who feel the need to let me know they're moronic thoughts about my body and attire.
Dad called me today to tell me that he has a job interview. Cross your fingers for him!
I went shopping up at Wal*Mart today, and, the one time that Kenny wasn't right there with me, I got followed around by two coverall-clad goons. Le sigh. Anyway, I did really well with the bill and got (almost) everything I needed.
I wrote a song about loudmouths who feel the need to let me know they're moronic thoughts about my body and attire.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Ten Tips For Moving Up In Life
10. First, convince yourself that you are the awesomest thing to ever grace the planet Earth. You know everything. You can do anything. You are THE expert of ALL experts. Anyone who disagrees with you can kiss off. YOU ARE AWESOME. Repeat this saying whenever necessary. One day, you'll wake up, and you'll just believe it. You are Awesome Incarnate.
9. Kiss ass. A lot. Don't worry: you'll get used to the taste of it after a while. This goes hand in hand with Tip #7: no one really wants to hear the truth that their ideas suck, so, don't tell them! Then, take it one step further and tell the people who've paid you that their ideas are awesome. Tell them that THEY are awesome. Tell them how impressed you are by them and what they can do. Once you got them where you want them, move in for the kill (see Tip #2). Make everyone around you believe that you, Mister Awesome, are, in fact, so awesome that your opinion and approval means more than that of their family, friends, and professionals. Make lots of promises about how their incredible talent and smarts will take them everywhere they've ever wanted to go... so long as they follow your advice.
8. Assume that everyone around you is a complete, grade A, certified idiot. They probably are, anyway, and assuming that every single person around you is a bonafide airhead helps you when you use the next tip.
7. Lie. Lie about everything. No one really wants to hear the truth. In fact, you're probably doing a lot of it already without even knowing it. Every day people ask, "How are you doing?" And we all reply, "Fine, thanks," even when things are NOT fine. Starting to lie about bigger things will come easier when you truly believe that everyone you speak to is your intellectual inferior. Assuming people are imbeciles helps you lie because lying itself assumes that person being lied to is an idiot. When someone asks why your promises aren't showing up yet, just lie about the delay. You can't have them knowing that you aren't doing anything.
6. Combine Tip #7 with some good, old-fashioned gossip and opinions. If there's something you want but whoever's responsible for giving it to you is having doubts about your qualifications, tell that person that you did something similar in the past, even if you didn't. (This goes with Tips #7 & #8.) Tell the people you're dealing with that everyone else in the field doesn't know what they're doing or that these other people in the field (even if they are experts with WAY more experience than you) are just being negative and want this person to fail. If that doesn't work, tell the person questioning you that you have had dealings with the experts in question and that those people are complete losers who don't have a clue what they're doing and that they steal or do jobs half-assed (basically, assume that the experts in question have read this article and put it into practice). You really have to believe it. Be convincing! You don't want these questions coming up again!
5. When your promises never come through, just make more promises. Eventually, you will have to produce something, but it doesn't have to take up a lot of your time or energy. Making more promises will buy you enough time to slap something together to mollify the more persistent people you have to deal with to make it to the top.
4. If you are in a position of power, and someone appears to be smarter than you, tell them that they are ignorant, stupid, uninformed, and, if needs be, not qualified for your attention. Eventually, you'll break that person's spirit, and he or she will quit in frustration.
3. Adopt the mantra of "never enough." In ancient Greek philosophy, they called this pleanexia (play-AH-NEXEE-uh). You can never have too much power, too much money, or be too big of an asshole. You CAN make people respect you. But you have to keep these kinds of people under your control, believing everything you tell them, and under the assumption that you are going to help them, when you really aren't going to do anything. When questioned about anything you have said or done, use Tip #7 LIBERALLY. Tell the person that they heard you wrong, misunderstood you, or go all out and tell them that they don't know anything about the topic or what they are talking about. If confronted with facts from experts or written proof of what you said, deny it anyway. Most people give up. If confronted with more facts, figures, expert opinions, or pictures, simply ignore the proof and the people who confronted you with it. They'll go away eventually, and you can continue on with Tip #2:
2. Use people for all they're worth and then throw them away. Once someone has worn out their usefulness welcome, make sure they don't want to be anywhere around you or just stop taking their calls. After you got what you wanted from them, make them feel like crap whenever you can. Even if that person has paid you to do something, pretend they didn't. Pretend that you are doing that person a favor by working with them, long after you've cashed the check and spent the money.
1. Never, ever admit to anyone that you were only using someone. Never own up to your lies, overstatements, hyperbole, cheating, or stealing. Never admit that you never actually did a single thing (especially if you were paid for it). Lie for all you're worth if confronted. And if it ever goes to court, you better hope that they really were as stupid as you assumed they were.
9. Kiss ass. A lot. Don't worry: you'll get used to the taste of it after a while. This goes hand in hand with Tip #7: no one really wants to hear the truth that their ideas suck, so, don't tell them! Then, take it one step further and tell the people who've paid you that their ideas are awesome. Tell them that THEY are awesome. Tell them how impressed you are by them and what they can do. Once you got them where you want them, move in for the kill (see Tip #2). Make everyone around you believe that you, Mister Awesome, are, in fact, so awesome that your opinion and approval means more than that of their family, friends, and professionals. Make lots of promises about how their incredible talent and smarts will take them everywhere they've ever wanted to go... so long as they follow your advice.
8. Assume that everyone around you is a complete, grade A, certified idiot. They probably are, anyway, and assuming that every single person around you is a bonafide airhead helps you when you use the next tip.
7. Lie. Lie about everything. No one really wants to hear the truth. In fact, you're probably doing a lot of it already without even knowing it. Every day people ask, "How are you doing?" And we all reply, "Fine, thanks," even when things are NOT fine. Starting to lie about bigger things will come easier when you truly believe that everyone you speak to is your intellectual inferior. Assuming people are imbeciles helps you lie because lying itself assumes that person being lied to is an idiot. When someone asks why your promises aren't showing up yet, just lie about the delay. You can't have them knowing that you aren't doing anything.
6. Combine Tip #7 with some good, old-fashioned gossip and opinions. If there's something you want but whoever's responsible for giving it to you is having doubts about your qualifications, tell that person that you did something similar in the past, even if you didn't. (This goes with Tips #7 & #8.) Tell the people you're dealing with that everyone else in the field doesn't know what they're doing or that these other people in the field (even if they are experts with WAY more experience than you) are just being negative and want this person to fail. If that doesn't work, tell the person questioning you that you have had dealings with the experts in question and that those people are complete losers who don't have a clue what they're doing and that they steal or do jobs half-assed (basically, assume that the experts in question have read this article and put it into practice). You really have to believe it. Be convincing! You don't want these questions coming up again!
5. When your promises never come through, just make more promises. Eventually, you will have to produce something, but it doesn't have to take up a lot of your time or energy. Making more promises will buy you enough time to slap something together to mollify the more persistent people you have to deal with to make it to the top.
4. If you are in a position of power, and someone appears to be smarter than you, tell them that they are ignorant, stupid, uninformed, and, if needs be, not qualified for your attention. Eventually, you'll break that person's spirit, and he or she will quit in frustration.
3. Adopt the mantra of "never enough." In ancient Greek philosophy, they called this pleanexia (play-AH-NEXEE-uh). You can never have too much power, too much money, or be too big of an asshole. You CAN make people respect you. But you have to keep these kinds of people under your control, believing everything you tell them, and under the assumption that you are going to help them, when you really aren't going to do anything. When questioned about anything you have said or done, use Tip #7 LIBERALLY. Tell the person that they heard you wrong, misunderstood you, or go all out and tell them that they don't know anything about the topic or what they are talking about. If confronted with facts from experts or written proof of what you said, deny it anyway. Most people give up. If confronted with more facts, figures, expert opinions, or pictures, simply ignore the proof and the people who confronted you with it. They'll go away eventually, and you can continue on with Tip #2:
2. Use people for all they're worth and then throw them away. Once someone has worn out their usefulness welcome, make sure they don't want to be anywhere around you or just stop taking their calls. After you got what you wanted from them, make them feel like crap whenever you can. Even if that person has paid you to do something, pretend they didn't. Pretend that you are doing that person a favor by working with them, long after you've cashed the check and spent the money.
1. Never, ever admit to anyone that you were only using someone. Never own up to your lies, overstatements, hyperbole, cheating, or stealing. Never admit that you never actually did a single thing (especially if you were paid for it). Lie for all you're worth if confronted. And if it ever goes to court, you better hope that they really were as stupid as you assumed they were.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
There Are Days...
Before I say anything else, here is a link to an album on the band's gallery of AMAZING pictures that I took of the eclipse. You MUST check these out!
I used my dishwasher for the first time today. It seemed to work fine. It's noisy and it takes a long time to run a cycle. Other than that, I have no comments on it.
A client basically told me that I will have to start COMPLETELY over on the project because he changed his mind. He still has to pay me the $150 for the time I spent creating this other one. He doesn't know that yet.
I tried to update the band's message board and created a HUGE mess. I managed to straighten it out, but I am not happy.
I ran into this guy I used to know at a bar a few weeks ago. My Mom used to homeschool him. When I ran into him at the bar, I gave him my phone number thinking that he would never call. Unfortunately, I wrong. He never really got over his crush on me, even though it's been 15 years since I last saw him. He texted me for over an hour tonight, and, no matter how I tried to get rid of him (by not replying, by telling him to stop, etc), he just kept right on doing it! I finally shut my cell phone off in self defense.
Can't remember if I mentioned this (and I am too lazy to look), but, the other night, I got a call on my cell phone from a number I didn't recognize. This usually means work, so I answered it pleasantly, saying, "Crescent Moon..." I never even got to finish, because I was cut off by an extremely loud broadcast through the phone of some speech... with applause and everything! It sounded a lot like JFK, but it wasn't. The speaker was talking about Muslims and Islam and all kinds of things. I listened for over a minute, and then it occured to me that this might be one of those calls that "spoofs" your phone and makes calls to Outer Mongolia on your bill, so I hung up. And then I looked the number up on the Internet and found out that it was coming from an unlisted landline in Rhode Island, near Providence. Also, in my web search, I found out that this number randomly calls people at all hours of the day and night six and seven times a day without saying anything or just putting the phone up to the TV. There are lodged complaints on the Web about it. Anyway, so, that freaked me out, so I called the number, just to see, and it acted like it was a computer modem or something. So, I checked my toll free account to see which number they'd called: my cell phone number or the toll free number that routes to my cell phone. They'd called my toll free line, which ends up costing me TWICE because I get charged on my account limit for minutes on the toll free line, and , because it was before 9PM, I also get charged for minutes on my CELL PHONE. So, Kenny called the Providence police, who said that they would have their Internet and Communication Crimes Dept. look into it. Probably nothing will come of it, but, who knows?
Tomorrow is band practice, I think.
I used my dishwasher for the first time today. It seemed to work fine. It's noisy and it takes a long time to run a cycle. Other than that, I have no comments on it.
A client basically told me that I will have to start COMPLETELY over on the project because he changed his mind. He still has to pay me the $150 for the time I spent creating this other one. He doesn't know that yet.
I tried to update the band's message board and created a HUGE mess. I managed to straighten it out, but I am not happy.
I ran into this guy I used to know at a bar a few weeks ago. My Mom used to homeschool him. When I ran into him at the bar, I gave him my phone number thinking that he would never call. Unfortunately, I wrong. He never really got over his crush on me, even though it's been 15 years since I last saw him. He texted me for over an hour tonight, and, no matter how I tried to get rid of him (by not replying, by telling him to stop, etc), he just kept right on doing it! I finally shut my cell phone off in self defense.
Can't remember if I mentioned this (and I am too lazy to look), but, the other night, I got a call on my cell phone from a number I didn't recognize. This usually means work, so I answered it pleasantly, saying, "Crescent Moon..." I never even got to finish, because I was cut off by an extremely loud broadcast through the phone of some speech... with applause and everything! It sounded a lot like JFK, but it wasn't. The speaker was talking about Muslims and Islam and all kinds of things. I listened for over a minute, and then it occured to me that this might be one of those calls that "spoofs" your phone and makes calls to Outer Mongolia on your bill, so I hung up. And then I looked the number up on the Internet and found out that it was coming from an unlisted landline in Rhode Island, near Providence. Also, in my web search, I found out that this number randomly calls people at all hours of the day and night six and seven times a day without saying anything or just putting the phone up to the TV. There are lodged complaints on the Web about it. Anyway, so, that freaked me out, so I called the number, just to see, and it acted like it was a computer modem or something. So, I checked my toll free account to see which number they'd called: my cell phone number or the toll free number that routes to my cell phone. They'd called my toll free line, which ends up costing me TWICE because I get charged on my account limit for minutes on the toll free line, and , because it was before 9PM, I also get charged for minutes on my CELL PHONE. So, Kenny called the Providence police, who said that they would have their Internet and Communication Crimes Dept. look into it. Probably nothing will come of it, but, who knows?
Tomorrow is band practice, I think.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Songwriting
I've been in a musically creative mood the last couple of days. I re-wrote the chord structure to one song, re-wrote the lyrics to another song, and have started on another song. I only have bits and pieces at the moment, but you can tell that it is themed, and the lyrics I've been jotting down are all in a similar vein, despite the length of time over which these lyrics were written:
November 21, 2007
I don't know how many ways you're wrong
I just know that you are
January 10, 2008
It's a stretch for me
To suspend my reality
And use it in ways
For which it was never intended
And it's a stretch for me
To just sit back and believe
Everything you're telling me
And pretend that I am not offended
February 19, 2008
Please stop assuming that I am
The way that you would be
If you were me
The process of songwriting is majorly killer. I love it. I see how the threads are all coming together. It's amazing, seeing something being created right in front of you. And, even though I'm the one doing it, it feels like I'm not, almost as if I am nothing more than a tool for this song to come into existence. It's weird.
Okay, that was corny. Moving on....
Kenny's been gone the last two days to a conference in Spokane for Stratford Homes. He should have taken a bunch of my business cards as everyone there wanted a web site. He said that he probably got me some business, anyway, but I kind of doubt it.
I have to do school stuff tomorrow. Wednesday... I don't know. Thursday is band practice. Friday... I don't know again. In fact, I only know what I am up to on Thursday, really. And that might even change.
November 21, 2007
I don't know how many ways you're wrong
I just know that you are
January 10, 2008
It's a stretch for me
To suspend my reality
And use it in ways
For which it was never intended
And it's a stretch for me
To just sit back and believe
Everything you're telling me
And pretend that I am not offended
February 19, 2008
Please stop assuming that I am
The way that you would be
If you were me
The process of songwriting is majorly killer. I love it. I see how the threads are all coming together. It's amazing, seeing something being created right in front of you. And, even though I'm the one doing it, it feels like I'm not, almost as if I am nothing more than a tool for this song to come into existence. It's weird.
Okay, that was corny. Moving on....
Kenny's been gone the last two days to a conference in Spokane for Stratford Homes. He should have taken a bunch of my business cards as everyone there wanted a web site. He said that he probably got me some business, anyway, but I kind of doubt it.
I have to do school stuff tomorrow. Wednesday... I don't know. Thursday is band practice. Friday... I don't know again. In fact, I only know what I am up to on Thursday, really. And that might even change.
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