I've got that Sound Garden song from which I stole my Subject heading stuck in my head. I can't remember the title. Anyhow, I'm at work and I'm tired/sleepy and I've gots the stuff to do, but I didn't want to start slacking so here it is. Diddly!
The lunch of champions. Especially with some dill pickle po-ta-to chips. You know what, I'm going to eat said lunch and then blog. Heh hah!
Ok, I'm not really listening to music this second, but I was at lunch. I guess I'm not feeling so much contemplative either as I get back to work here. I've already been pounding away again for about an hour and I feel good, but I have a call to field that I've been dreading like a kick in the nuts. Oh well, best deal with it and move on to more enjoyable activities. I'm playing again a little bit with some of the roommates. Kenny and Brett surprised me by wanting to do a trashy little cover band with me. I'm not sure when or if we'll play out for the folks, but it's nice to have some people around to jam with.
I indeed saw Othello this weekend, and enjoyed it more than I thought I would. I'm sorry to disappoint John, but Iago was absent his fiery red locks. Having said that Othello was also as whiter than Dubbya… wait kidding. No Othello was cast to type, but some other characters were stretched a bit to update the whole thing. I felt it was sort of a half assed updating and didn't really gel well with the script, but who am I to say.
Saw Dan Saturday late in the eve. That was nice. Amber, Killer, Dan and myself played a little game called Acquire. That was also nice. I won. That was really nice!
Yesterday I went roller-skating as part of a b-day event for one of Amber's friends. It was an old-school rink with old-school skates which was kind of cool, but there were also folks with strollers on the floor which really pretty much blew. I never actually hit the floor but did manage wipe Amber out while trying to spin her swing style. Oops. It worked the first time we tried, but not the second. As John would say eeeeeee.
Back to work before I someone notices that this laptop says PowerBook on the front 
I feel… cold? Alright, Capn' Jack Sparrow may not have popped a ball of lead in me, but I do feel sorta chilly and tired and even sore and would love to head for the hills, but I have another hour hear at the wonderland I call work. My cubicle sits right outside the bathroom, so I have a pretty steady stream of folks run in and out the bathroom and running their mouths to boot. Well there's no two ways about it, I've got a job and that's a hell of a good thing right now, but I could still wish for something more my style to wander along, because I can't say I see much of a future doing this for another forty one years.
On a happier note I'm going to Redwing to see Othello this evening, on a sadder note, I'm going to a place I like with people I like to do something I don't like which is sit through a play. Oh well, I've never read or seen Othello, maybe I'll really enjoy it. Time to get back to pretending to do something on a Friday afternoon after 4…
Yeah, this probably isn't the best place to write from, but I've been keeping my evenings busy enough that I haven't been on the ol' computer machine much at home. Although considering work, I'm not much bothered by that. Well, I'm going to go take my: “don't you be going crazy now” hour and buy some wrapping paper for Amber's birthday present. Dinner and dancing to follow tonight, which should hopefully leave me in a better mood to post something festive this evening. At least I hope it will.
Alright so John convinced me to start this wacky journal, but I guess I was feeling sorta low when I did, so I noticed my bio is a bit on the bummer side of life. I'm probably mostly bummed from my continued inability to make music on any sort of regular basis or share with folks. I've considered heading out on my own, but I have never really enjoyed hearing that type of music and would therefore feel a bit hypocritical playing it. Besides which it's not how I write. I write for an ensemble. I guess this is a bit sad, and it's making me sad just to write it. I've been a broken record now since sometime in the year 2000. Maybe I'll just get off my ass and change all that, but in the event I don't feel free to avoid this journal from here on out.