goddamn it. two hours of sleep is not acceptable. i just had the most mind blowing bathroom experience ever, though.

memorial day weekend



that background sound is just irritating.



finished working on a tentative keyboard part for spooky. i'll have to finalize after hearing it with the rest of the band. that song needs to slow down, and get an intro and an outro, just so that we can milk some length out of it.



aspercreme -- it's odor free. it does seem to help the pain in my hands. it's all probably just a placebo thing. it only helps for a couple hours, though.



i think that i need to stop playing so much. i played for 10 hours last night. (gee, that was stupid)



i'm trying to strech before playing, but it's not helping.



looking at remote midi controllers. i've wanted one for the cheese factor for a while. it seems like it might help with the hand/wrist strain. christ will think i've lost it. wull thinks it rocks. i'm stoked because i'll finally have volume control over the rack stuff, since NEITHER of these rolands transmit volume information. they recieve it just fine, though. ack. i love the eighties.



tuesday's plan: go to work, unload the company truck of all the shit that i've piled into it. figure out about copies (black and white) for flyers. jam. flyer for revoluciones.



i'm in love with the cashier at the grocery store. she's really pretty, thin, brunette (ack), and digs star wars. that's a good start. now, how does one flirt with a grocery store girl? purchase condoms?



christ is a nit wit. i hope (for his sake) that he doesn't stick with spooky. she seems like more trouble than she's worth. a lot can be said for great sex, though. wull said that she's made him bipolar. i think that their looking for different things from the relationship. i just hope that one of them figures that out soon. he said he'd tell us what's up when he got back into town. i wish that he hadn't wasted what could have been a really productive band weekend road tripping with spook-nagle. oh well....erich & i had fun.



list of movies watched this weekend:



another teen movie

being john malkowich

phantom menace

the seventh seal

groove

scarey movie two

journey to the far side of the sun

THX 1138

depeche mode 101



all of them have been tolerable. the seventh was my least favorite.

hmmm. natural voices rocks. i need to figure out the bandwidth limitations for web page sounds, though.

i hate rain. actually i don't hate rain, i just hate that my hands don't feel so peachy when the weather changes. ouch. must...get...asprin.

i'm so uninspired by my rock band. today we rehearsed for the upcoming shows, and i was just bored. i don't know what it is, but i'm starting to really not like any of the material we're playing. maybe it's just because it's old material. how do bands like.....hmmmm.....pink floyd, for example live with themselves? they've been playing the same shit for 30 years. i'd shoot myself.



i got some pop tarts today. good stuff. they just destroyed me. they were on sale, so i got two BIG boxes. i ate some, passed out, and was late for rehearsal. oh well.



i picked up that first add n to x cd yesterday. it was only $8 used. two thumbs up. i think that they're rock star direction sucks. oh well, maybe their video will get played.



i think that my modem is going out. or, i've got the worst line in colorado. i regularly have to reconnect several times a night because the isp isn't responding. maybe i'll try a different number.



i think that's it for now.



going to listen to this cd. i'm finally out of my angels of light phase, lou reed phase, and pink floyd phase. thank god? or satan?

i hung out with mr benassi last evening. he hasn't changed. good stuff. we had a beer and some coffee. good catching up. wull and i are going adventuring today. tomorrow rock action for the lane show.



apparently, spooky is upset by chris' coolness. he MET ms. mittan. ack. i hope that he didn't say anything.

i'm not feeling right this morning. i think that i'm having a chemical imbalance. it's probably only a caffeine deficiency.



i had one of those magic carpet dreams last night where i'm flying through space on a carpet. apparently, i was dating this gal i work with. very strange.

guinness and choclate cake diet. what a concept. that's the shit.



what if there was some sort of supernova that's sending gamma rays to earth, and we're as good as dead?

on second thought, wouldn't we all just turn green, and become lou ferrigno?



trying to watch dune on video. 265 minutes?!?



listened to a lot of angels of light today. i really need to get another fix at work.



i get to finish that marketing crap tomorrow. i spent most of the day carressing that crap into pretty tables. html would've been so much easier than that microsoft program.



tony benassi gets into town on wednesday. that's very exciting. i haven't seen tony in like 5 years. that should be totally interesting.

ah ha. i'm finally figuring out this template thing. quiero more links!

i saw requiem last night. i love it when people leave during a movie. it WAS packed. we lost 1/2 the audience when he shot into the gangerous arm. good stuff.



another monday at work. supposedly, i'm doing marketing crap for a railroad today. fun stuff.

last evening i saw rudy ray whats-his-name from the dolemite movies doing stand up "comedy." they totally talked about what this guy has done for black performers and stuff. all of the "my dick is so big," and pussy jokes didn't do much for me. maybe i'm just upset because of my small genitals, but i'm pretty sure that it just sucked. at least the movie was entertaining.



the rabbi took deb with him, and christ took spooky. i was chillin' with two couples. that was pretty unnerving. i don't think that deb likes me at all. oh well. i'm "immature." fuck. aren't we all?



today, my modus operandi (i've got to use as much latin as possible here, so that 3 years isn't wasted) is to go get a compact disc copy of lou reed's berlin album. maybe then i won't be listening to angels of light constantly. it's the only thing that's doing it for me, though.



maybe i'll make my way to ifs tonight to see requiem for a dream. it'll be packed. do i really feel THAT social? no. ack.

everything smells like krazy glue. i apparently got some in my nose when it started disolving the banjo's finish. my eyes burn. what an art bell moment. i don't know if i can salvage it. maybe tomorrow.

i've got too many projects. home is just like work now.



1) i need to set up the patches for the penny lane show. the one thing that i hate about playing the synths is that i have to do all of that prep work for live stuff. i guess that it's better than dragging a backup band with us.



2) i need to fix that commie banjo that erich gave me. once the humidity goes down, maybe i can get the super glue to work.



3) i need to figure out how to fix the bleed in cooledit between takes. i'll bet christ's suggestion about two soundcards will fix the issue. i might have to donate one to the band. i should be able to locate one of my spares.



4) i need to work on my social skills, or i'm going to be single for the rest of my life. i do fine as long as i'm high. unfortunately, i can't remember what happens. i re-met a really cute girl named wendy (a witch? no, just a girl with glasses) on wednesday at mat's haus. apparently, i met her at ryan's birthday party (that girl has a drinking problem--it takes one to know one). i didn't feel right asking for a number, since i don't know what the story is. i'll have to ask sweet, sweet mary what the story is, since i think that i can trust her. hopefully there isn't a KEVIN (like A, J, and L). i'm totally pathetic with females. what happened? i shouldn't sound so stressed out about it--it's not like i'm desperate or something. that fucking bitch totally did some damage. i think that two years is adequate recovery time for me. maybe tomorrow night, i'll drag my ass out to a movie, alone. we'll see. or maybe with the rabbi. christ is probably going to be with spooky. i'm sure that wull and vero have a sex fest planned. it'll be the losers night out again. me and the rabbi. who'd have thunk? i wish he'd get a job.

fuck. i just changed templates, and apparently the fucking great shit i blogged is lost.