Linette’s out with her friends and I’m home, stuffing envelopes and eating cheese. How about you?
update: It’s the following night, and here I am again, stuffing envelopes, eating cheese, and wondering what you’re up to… Anything interesting going on where you are?
update: It’s now a few days later, and guess what? I’m still interested. Now I’m eating yogurt though.
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Duh.
Waiting for my wife to take a dump in Cleveland.
I ate cheese too. And I just opened two envelopes. One was a $50 Barnes and Noble Gift Card. The other an unexpected pay check.
I’ll wait with you, Phil. I don’t have anything better to do.
Anyone else want to wait for Phil’s wife to take a dump?
Phil, can you send me a photo of the bathroom door? I’ll post it here on the site along with some kind of running stopwatch.
I believe she’s eating cheese in there. I can hear her chewing through the door.
I played drums while Nick played guitar and Jon played distorted keyboards in a cramped, cold, smelly rodent-infested basement in Minneapolis. Then I ate cheese (on pizza) with the wife and kid.
It’s not night time anymore, but I’m still interested.
And, Dan, you do know that playing in a band other than the Monkey Power Trio is treason, right?
And, Phil, I hope that you wife eventually made it out last night.
I was at home with the cat watching Twin Peaks and drinking a very nice beer.
It’s not a band. We have no songs and no name. My daughter’s friend’s grandmother said, “oh, so you have a little combo, huh?” Let’s call it a combo, although that implies some kind of musicianship. Yesterday the guitar player got really mad when the keyboard player used the term “major chord” – He was yelling things like, “who do you think I am, Beethoven? Oooh, Mr. Big Musician with majors and minors, oooh. Just tell me what f-ing dot to put my finger on an I’ll play it.” So yeah, I don’t think this falls under a treasonable offense.
I spent last night wishing I were somewhere else.
I think at the time we were on the way home from late night downtown ypsi shopping at The Rocket.
At that time tonight, I’ll be at the Elbow Room. (Just in case any of my stalkers are reading this – they often need a little help. I need more competent stalkers…)
Just sitting around relaxing after spending the day installing a bamboo floor in the living room and photographing my current test car
Yeah, I heard you got jumped by a stalker at the Shadow Art Fair. I warned you. I told you the story of Icarus. But you wouldn’t listen. You had to have a blog of your own. You had to be famous.
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it here yet, but Sam just got a new gig. He’s leaving the world of engineering to become a full time auto blogger. How cool is that?
Last night, I went to the annual holiday record party thrown by my friends Meg and Kurt (www.leschaudslapins.com). A lot of musicians gather in a house in Brooklyn and record each others’ holiday songs. There were guitars, ukes, violas, banjo, bass, sax, clarinet, and saw; there was rockabilly, klezmer, swing, waltz, bluegrass, and other styles. It makes for a fun party.
Tonight I’m eating cheese: some fresh goat cheese made by some goat-owning friends upstate. Tasty.