Last evening was interesting at the NFB house. Started with an attempt at some nice-nice time with Mrs. NFB that failed miserably for one reason or another. No details, 'cause that's not cool, but sometimes folks just don't feel it and other folks can either be OK with it or get all pissy about it and throw a little fit.

We were both OK with the stance of the other.

Then she cooked up some spaghetti while I showered.

Not knowing what burners had been running, I guess I slid the plastic bowl onto one of the burners that had been lit while dishing myself up and melted it down. I've questioned the necessity of using plastic bowls for things that are going to sit on the stove before, but last night, I was bright enough to take credit for the meltdown *AND* not say I told you so.

'Cause I'm one smooth pimp fuckin' daddy.

Quoth Mrs. NFB: "This is just not a good night."

Quoth my response: "No. No it's not."

Mrs NFB: "It's going to get better though DAMMIT!"

Strangely, from that point on, it did.

After supper, I read while Mrs. NFB did her online quiz thingies and watched TV. Then I went and RTFO like I haven't RTFO for years. Sweaty, beastial rockin' to the rock of the gods. The kind that makes you feel like you need a shower and a ciggie afterwards even if you don't smoke.

Yeah.

I've spent so many nights obsessing about guitar tone and tweaking and changing and tweaking and listening and blah, blah, blah. Last night I just said, "screw it, default patch, shut off the reverb and compress the shit out of it. I need to just rock."

I recorded it and listened back in the car this morning and nearly cried. Not because it sucked playing wise, which parts did, but because god damn it, THAT IS IT! That elusive something I've been trying to track down through strange overdubs and tweaking and what the hell ever. When I finally gave up on all that crap and just rocked it old-school? There it was. Tight. Focused. In-your-face without being ear fatiguing. And it's been sitting right there in front of me the whole time.

NFB = idiot.

But hey, at least I'm man enough to admit it.

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Zippy's got a new habit. Well, not so much that the habit is new, he's just been doing it more.

Dude doesn't know how to eat with his mouth closed. Particularly annoying when he's eating chips. He holds it open in just the right way to create an echo-chamber effect so you get this nice reverby crunch echoing over the cube wall.

So he's started bringing in a HUGE bag of chips and nibbling on them all day long. Two days ago he comes in, sits down, doesn't even take off his coat, and starts in. He walked in at 8:16. By 8:19 he's crunching away happily over there, laughing to himself at whatever youtube videos he's watching.

I text BB, "Seriously? We're gonna start that shit this fucking early?"

BB responds, "Yeah, maybe we should start calling him Chippy."

Normally, eating at your desk is no big deal. But this is seriously loud enough to distract you from working and it goes on all day long. Were it done by someone who accomplishes something every once in a while. . .

Seems I've said that before.

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So, I've been fighting this lame-ass server installation for about a week and a half. The original installation was borked beyond all belief, so the consultant company we had in decided to reinstall right over the top. You know how well that always works.

So, yesterday I sat down and fully gutted that sucker, right down to the bone. Ripped it out and showed it it's still not-beating heart from the first two installs as it died.

Then reinstalled from scratch.

Now it works.

Sometimes when you win, you still lose. Which is exactly what I told the boss when he got so excited over it working that he had a little accident. Can't he just say, "good job. Thanks," and get on with his day? I hate the gushing. It's unbecoming and retarded (apologies to retards everywhere). I'm not one of the kids upstairs. I don't need a gold star for doing my job. And I certainly don't need anymore boss bukakae sessions. Put it back in your pants Destro, I'm doing my job. And you're old enough that you shouldn't be acting like a thirteen year old that just saw his first boob.

Bleh. I'm not looking forward to telling him I've got the first requested query worked into a web page. Oh the humanity.

Thank goodness we finally installed some showers here.

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McCain's all up in it today. And the news programs are talking about how seven months ago it looked like he was destitute. But we're still early in the campaign cycle.

And I'm all, seven months ago mattered and we're still early in the campaign cycle? What is this, a basketball season?

And, here comes Chippy's next session with the bag.

Got some killing to do. Later.