1. a RandallThing.
2. two things for Joe which are Optional but I would like to do anyway.
3. Nur Ein!
3. clean the stupid dumbdumb closet, damnit.
4. review Round Zero, although at this point whatevermonkey.
5. read and edit more bookie-book.
6. frickkin sleep, dammit.
7. attend to some semblance of personal hygiene.
8. learn to spell.
9. take the Cylon to his “dancing lessons.” (this is sort of a metaphor, but not really)
So yeah … I thought that it was supposed to slowly ebb away. Get a little better. I was going to kind of sit on the front porch of the coffee shop – and obsessively … uh … surf the internet, we’ll just say. But I’m not doing that. The website in question will not cooperate with the server here, or something. So I’m listening to country western pour out of someone’s cab. It’s reminding me of my marine – which is just making me sad. I’m wondering if I will have any people who are just mine left – or if they are all going to be absconded with.
I know that I’m just being bitter and absolutist, but I’m starting to freak out a little bit here.
I wanted to do some pro-active audio work today. Finishing the troubleshooting that I need to do to move on with some of my stuff requires a cool head and concentration. Neither of which I have. My engineering buddy called me a day or two ago and told me that he’s going to help me soon – like next week or something. That’s really good of him – but the fact is that I want to be able to do all the things I need to do and just ask him a few intelligent questions. I don’t want to bug him with asinine BS. I would rather just have done with all that.
Maybe there will be better reception for my voyeuring in the humidor.
My computer needs (again) a new motherboard. This will be its THIRD successive motherboard. I can’t believe it’s still under warranty. When I go to cafes, people actually feel very bad for me (you know – with the wireless card and the electrical tape and all) …
In other news, don’t you fret (my LARGE audience …) I WILL be recording soon. My engineer actually didn’t call me back, but I was still being completely paranoid. I ran into him at the humidor and we got to talking about all sorts of amazing things. Felt as though I was totally grokked about music school … even got to talking about DM and he knew of her teacher (I am still really upset that she did not live to see ‘Two Hands‘). So it was a really good conversation.
So I was just freaking out with all the drama – oh no, I have to just quit music and become a chimney sweep because no one wants to work with me … (not that it wouldn’t be exciting to be a chimney sweep. Perhaps I should write a chimney sweep song – although it has already been done. Do we really need more than one?) Anyway … It was the week after south-by-south-shimmydowntha’drainpipe … so what did I expect?
Well, my engineer (I know, that sounds really possessive - but it has to feel like he is or it doesn’t work) … he’s a GENIUS … is as picky as I am about absolutely everything … also seems to dislike when dj-s butcher Violent Femmes songs … and has an engineering (and personal) background that is going to make what I have to do very interesting. I’m very excited.
I just have to figure out my money situation. I have the money for the recording. But the problem is – the marimba. I decided to use most of our “standing around money” (i.e. – our music money) for paying debt (I hate paying interest). So now I have to convince everyone in my house to eat ramen (because we’re probably not going to stop smoking fine cigars …) so that I can bulk back up. Or maybe I just can’t have it both ways. I guess we’ll just have to see – because I’d also like the husband to be able to buy some uber-camera. We’ll just have to see if Mr. Bush sends us our money – and if that helps.
I have more funny stuff to write about – but I’ll have to save it. I have to frantically write out LISTS, LISTS, and more LISTS! Much to do from now ’till then! AGGGH!
It’s Wednesday … and “my” engineer hasn’t called. Mike says he’s probably busy. It was his b’day – St.Pat’s day. I’m thinking of many other reasons his call back might be delayed:
1. booty call. that’s actually a fine excuse I would really understand and be sympathetic about to a point.
2. flesh eating spiders crawled into his underwear drawer. I really hope this didn’t happen. Okay … Bad karma! Bad karma! Down! down! down!
3. He ain’t no holla back girrrrrrlllll … and I need to leave him the hell alone.
4. he was abducted by aliens in training to be abductor aliens, and they haven’t figured out how to get him safely back into bed with kitties or something.
I don’t know. I just get nervous when I decide to do something and it doesn’t happen in the five minutes after I decide to do it. I’m being very bipolar about this – but in a week I’m going to start really getting hives.
Also – I’m totally overstimulated, and I really don’t know what I’m doing here. I have a kind of plan, but it’s really hard to stick with it and not get psyched out.