I wrote the program director at one of two local sports talk radio stations to inform them that I normally would be listening to their station every day from 12-3pm, but instead am listening to the other guys because they insist on programming meaningless Astros Grapefruit League games.
Chances are it goes straight into the circular file, but I can't be the only one out there who would rather listen to Dan Patrick than a bunch of guys who will be back at double A next week hack around the diamond.
Tonight starts the second weekend of runs for Ruddigore; everything should be smooooooth sailing from here on out. I'm really looking forward to strike. Seriously. I say let's borrow one of those cranes that are building the new Memorial Hermann builing across the street and just smash that thing down, un-pimp my ride style. Even without the nukular option, it will only take three hours. Why does it take only three hours to destroy what it took sixty (approx.) to build? Because, like Nationwide, entropy is on your side. I say we strike the thing and everything we can't save, we burn, just like Pirates. We've gotten plenty of rain lately so why not?
Stacky and clock, why haven't you come to my show yet? :-( Oh, and that goes for you, boz. Hell, even Atreides should bring down Welsh Girl and blix and we'll have a big ol' party. It's only like a three hour drive. Bring the Cosmic Encounters. Everybody in the show is a huge gamer. We sit and look at miniatures catalogs backstage while we wait to go on. The lead tenor's fiance plays more WoW than he does, and he's literally in a class where he gets credit to play WoW.
After this weekend, I have to get back in the gym. Other than that, I have no definitive life goals. I had an interesting conversation with Buttercup on the phone yesterday, in which she was talking to me about auditioning for the Bach Society choir. She asked me "why do you want to join?" and I said "because you keep suggesting it to me?" That's how I remember it, anyway. No, I have other reasons, like enjoying the group's performances, and wanting to further expand my singing skillset, but it got us down the conversational path of what my musical goals are, and I don't really know at this point. I keep saying I want to do Houston Grand Opera, but do I really? That's a hell of a time comittment and I have a feeling it would be like the Houston Symphony Chorus was, where we didn't have any fun. Buttercup is right, of course; I do need to get a voice teacher.
Joe, there you go, I've invited four people to the show (assuming they read this in time). I also have been inviting people at work, but who knows if they will come or not.
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