Finally managed to get a copy of the Devin Townsend Project's Addicted. Listening to it makes me want to kick back with a nice strong drink and just chill with the vibe. "Supercrush" is incredible. "Ih-Ah" makes me feel all squishy inside. "Numbered" layers vocals in a way that just feels amazing. He even ups the geek appeal with "Bend it like Bender." The whole album is like peering into the mind of a mad headbanger when he lets himself just relax. Which, I suppose, is sort of what it actually is. Probably the best non-br00tz album I've heard in years.
Watched Almost Famous. It definitely strikes a chord with anybody that's ever been into the whole band thing. Though it isn't at all what I was told it was, it was still a good show. People kept telling me it was a great movie about what it is to be a rock star. Except, it isn't about being a rock star at all. It is about the rock life, and trying to find your way into it. It definitely had the personality types down though. And the plane scene rocked. "At least I waited until you were split up, but then I slept with Marta too."
World's Fastest Indian is worth watching for any gearhead. It might be worth watching anyway. If you have the DVD rented/Netflixed/whatevered, watch the interview with the actual Burt in the extras. That old dude is/was pure awesome. "Yeah when I broke the record I felt my leg burning and just thought, 'I ain't gonna live through this anyway' so I just gave it all she had." He went back to Bonneville six more times after that run. According to the doctors, he shouldn't have survived long enough to make it there the first time. He had something he wanted to do, and he did it. Frankly, I wish I had more of his sort of spirit myself.
Four of the new Rasboras died in quarantine. Water tests showed no signs of problems. I still kept up my changes. And still they died. It was one a day for three days. (The extra was lost the first day they were put in, then seven made it until early last week.)
I checked in with the fish store, and they had lost the entire shipment of 48 that I had made my purchase from. In fact, they were shocked I managed to get four to survive my in-house quarantine. They don't know what happened, and offered me a substantial discount on my purchases this week because of it. I would still have rather not lost the fish at all.
Once the other four were in the big tank, the old-timers were happy-go-lucky as could be. Soon there was movement everywhere as they schooled up. For the first time in the bigger tank, there were enough of them they apparently felt safe. It was the first time I'd seen them away from their hiding spots outside of feeding time since the move.
Three cory cats are now in the quarantine tank and awaiting their time to move to the big show.
LLT has become much more assertive over the last week. She's also a lot more independent. We're out of the liquid calcium supplement, but still giving her a little baby food each day to go along with the few crickets she's managed to nab so far. I've caught her licking at her powdered calcium a few times, so it looks like we don't have to refill the liquid. That's good. She didn't seem fond of it at all. We're slowly tapering off her baby food in hopes she'll take to eating crickets on a regular basis. This week will be a big one for her. By the end of it we hope to go at least one full day without the baby food treatment.
It's amazing how spry she is now that she's feeling a bit better. We have to be careful when we have her out now or she'll take off at a full run and try to hide from us. Luckily, Leopard Gecko speed is still not that fast. The biggest fear is she'll pull one of her sprints and a kitty will take interest before we can catch her. Fast moving small thing = kitty target, regardless of how nice they are to her when she's sitting with us. So far so good, as the bigger cat is scared of her, and the younger cats only interest seems to be when the baby food is out.
The dogs, as with everything else in the house, have deemed themselves protectors. Pup2 is especially nice to her. Pup1 a little stand-offish, but if the cats get too close to LLT, Pup1 is whining and pushing them back. Our strange little family.
Finally got a chance to fully crank the new amp. It'll rattle some windows in five watt mode all the way up. Now I'm stuck waiting for a chance to build a little isolation cab for a 12" speaker to get good recording tones without house noise. Fun times.
I tried out some stuff at the local musically inclined pawn shop. They have some Jay Turser guitars that actually shocked me at their playability. $175 Les Paul alikes that, aside from shit wiring, were really nice. Finish was good, and they played like buttah. Electronics mean nothing on a new guitar. I'll molest that shit on even the most expensive axe. This sent my brain scrambling. But, luckily, I've been saving my moola and working down what debt we managed to accumulate this year with our various breakdowns and such, so no new guitar for me this winter. Maybe in the spring?
I've really been hankering for a short scale neck-thru with a hardtail. Unfortunately, even the "cheap" neck-thru guitars are sorta expensive. I spent fifteen years playing neck-thru almost exclusively, and now I haven't had one in, let's see. . . six years? Holy crap. Time flies when you're, um, I guess old would be the word.
I've already got the winter project fireworks going off in my brain. I'm not sure I have it in me this year. The pet deal has kept me too busy to work on my ongoing things much, and the pups having ear and eye problems right now is adding to that. Oh, and Pup1 insisting on a foot soak every couple nights.
But, anyway, the project fireworks. I think Devin's album has me tricked into thinking I could do some more moderate stuff. But I know how that works. I start off playing all nice and soft and before you know it, I'm droning on the low string throwing in a power chord ever couple notes and bleh. I bore myself with my playing. And that's not good.
I keep thinking about lessons, but, well, lessons. Jeezus. Nothing is more of a buzzkill than some fucker telling you you ain't shit until you can play twinkle twinkle little star in seven different keys and twenty-six time signatures. I wonder what it would be like to have good teachers for guitar lessons? Since I live on the ass-end of the world, I'm pretty sure I'll never know.
Wait, where'd all that come from? Monday morning self-doubt crap.
Meh. That's probably enough.
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