on the topic of kids, is there anything better than being a dad? now that i am one, i would posit that there is not. the dude is the best and he keeps it all very real. there is something about walking into the house and being met by a silly puppy and a baby crawling to you that takes the edge off of the bullshit that accumulates over the day. none of it really matters.
i've posted some more tunes. or another tune. now i'm in the process of fleshing things out and preparing to put stuff in a final format for this collection. that means practicing. practicing parts. ya know, instruments. not honing my editing skills. see, you edit less when you play stuff right the first fucking time. that's a bit of a bleed over from a thread somewhere that was bashing someone for using garageband to make what was in the end a great recording because "you can't edit audio for shit in gb." well, asshole, if you had chops you wouldn't sweat the edits. only a hack-ass amateur says "we'll save it in the mix." now drop the coke spoon, lose the gold chains and button up your shirt and practice. idiot.
my material wants have dropped significantly (minus a new bicycle and the evil iFone 2.0). i'm in this weird plane of thought that involves growing more food in a big ass garden and raising chickens. see, i mowed the lawn the other day. you know, that giant patch of grass out in front of my house where i spend no time? that green shit that's so spiky and evil that no one would ever want to walk on it in bare feet? that worthless organism that requires my water bill to jump so that i can keep its ass alive long enough to mow again? a lawn gives me nothing. our patch of tomatoes in the back yard gives me tasty fruit. you can see where the disconnect is. one makes me sweat my ass off and run a loud, belching machine while the other tastes good. DO THE MATH, PEOPLE!!!!
as for the chickens...well...the thing is, i read something about raising them in an urban environment and now it feels like an experiment i must perform. i like eggs. no, i will not raise "table birds." and after looking at some different breeds of chickens, some of them are kinda cool. let's say that i've gone far enough mentally to know that it would cost less to keep 10 of them than to continue buying eggs. maybe i'm going all hippie-survivalist...but mostly i think i want to see if i can keep the fuckers alive and eat their ovum. yeah...i said it. more. tasty. goodness.
and yeah, my wife's really, really hot. i will remember to use the aveda man soap on a night when i can stay awake past 10. stupid sleep.
i'm having a coffee shop crisis (again). for those keeping score, the old strip maul coffay shoppe closed without giving me any notice. there on tuesday, gone on wednesday. fuckers. so i found another place but they have a minimum charge for credit cards and i'm tool lazy to carry cash. they have free wifi, but they keep the teevee on really loud (montel williams and/or local fox news) and that pisses me off. i went to a chain bookstore because we now have dsl through the death star and i can get on any death star wifi fo' free. but the second time i went, it wasn't death star wifi but some local shit under the ssid of the death star. so i sucked it up and went to a seattle based chain that burns their beans and drives me nuts. i gots my wifi, but the coffay and people were annoying. so i hit another new coffay shoppe yesterday and that wasn't tooooo bad. but the coffay is in those pump-dispensers. if i pay $1.89 for a coffay someone else had better put that shit in the cup, got that? so where do i go? am i doomed to be the flying dutchman of coffay shoppes? oh...wait...there's a magazine i wanted to pick up. i guess we'll try the book chain today. i dunno. it's all bullshit. all i want is a good place to drink good coffay and surf (when needed) on my lunch hour. why can't i have that? why?!?!
thus endeth the braindump.
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