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random bitching:

why does all the equipment i still find interesting cost, like, $350?

why do they have to play "Strawberry Fields Forever" every time they demonstrate a faux-Leslie setting on a chorus?

and WHY do they have to insert extraneous "bonus" tracks into the middle of the running order of classic albums, particularly when they're mixed totally differently and utterly ruin the balance and flow of the original record? GRRRRRRRR.

woke up this morning
theres a boot on my truck
again
i just paid my parking tickets last week
so i have no idea why its there
well i missed a court date for briken headlight
a few days ago
imagine you lived in a town
where the parking ticket nazis
and now the police and court jesters
are actually aware of you
meaning when somethin negative happens
they dont wait till you get pulled over
or send a letter in the mail
they just come up and slap the boot on
$110 a pop
anyone ever wonder why i dont get new gear that often

this is why
i think im getting close to $5000
in the 2 1/2 yrs ive been here
fuckinmotherfucker
on a goddamn saturday

WHY DO WE NEED TO HAVE BAND PRACTICE AT 9 AM ON A SATURDAY THIS IS FUCKING STUPID.

dubkitty wrote:and WHY do they have to insert extraneous "bonus" tracks into the middle of the running order of classic albums, particularly when they're mixed totally differently and utterly ruin the balance and flow of the original record? GRRRRRRRR.

That's inhuman. Who the hell would do that?

it was a fashion around the turn of the millennium for CD reissues...a bunch of the remixed/mastered CSNY-related catalog had this--my original impetus here was that great heaping turd of a self-indulgent "oh-i'm-a-sad-old-rock-star" David Crosby ballad, complete with Vegas-cheese Doerge piano intro] IN A JEEP, ("King Of The Mountain") they stuck into side 1 of Crosby/Nash live--as did T-Bone Burnette's self-titled record on Paramount and Leo Kottke's seminal Six and Twelve-String Guitar.

mood swings, wonderful wonderful mood swings. this is what happens when Cook County fucks up your prescriptions and you don't have antidepressants for a week. whee. all i've done so far today other than go out to the store for Coke is sleep.

I picked up what I thought was strong beer, and it turns out to be a strong beer-wine or some shit. 10.5% abv and it tastes like a punch in the teeth with fruit at first, but leaves my mouth feeling very nice.

I'm on, like, glass two, and I'm pretty alright.
http://www.unibroue.com/en/beers/22/product
That's it.


Also, getting bulk parts so i can make these guitars is turning out to be a fucking bitch. It's almost impossible to go manufacturer direct because of the fucking specific assemblies of most of these damn things. It shouldn't be costing me this damn much to build a guitar prototype. I mean, as long as the prototype doesn't come out to more than what the ideal sale price would be. I just want to keep the final build under $800 retail, but if I can't make the goal of 100% profit, I don't know how viable of a business it'll end up being.
And I don't know if I want to put out an instrument that's full of cheap parts. :\

Quite hungover and have to go to band practice

The friend who sent me a pizza yesterday got broken up with tonight. They'd been together for over a year, which is a big deal for him. I wish I could help, because he's been such an incredible friend.

IEatCats wrote:The friend who sent me a pizza yesterday got broken up with tonight. They'd been together for over a year, which is a big deal for him. I wish I could help, because he's been such an incredible friend.

If he wants to talk, you should listen. And if he doesn't want to talk, just give him some space. Everybody needs space.

For sure. I know he wants to talk, he told me the whole thing himself and is sort of IMing me on/off about it.

I am reaching whole new levels of tiredness. Being so tired makes me whiny and I just wish there was someone to cuddle me in bed, tell me everything is alright and stand my weak and sappy self.

my lack of giving a fuck about the conditions of my life has achieved the level that i'm writing odd and eccentric messages to women on Craigslist to see if i can complicate my life any more.

DK, that's kinda awesome in a Fight Club/Yes man kinda way.

I have fucking issues with doing these little stupid things for myself

like having a cigarette late in the evening
opening the bottle of 10 y.o. Bushmills single malt and having a taste
buying something cool to wear
or buying myself a cool pedal i don't necessarily NEED

i just feel like I SHOULDN'T DO these things

maybe I shouldn't, i mean... you and I can both find a reason why not to... the problem is I can't find a reason why to do it it all seems... unnecessary, redundant and maybe not deserved