Writer's Block: Check, please!
Nov. 14th, 2011 02:26 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
The person who asked is the one who should pay. I have nothing creative or clever to add to that.
Today got kind of exhausting. The theatre troupe reunited for a pre-season meeting to discuss shows for the coming summer and the logistics of putting them on. Much pizza was consumed. Our absentee member who is study abroad Skyped in and many happy stories of her adventures were shared. We wound up being there the whole afternoon and it was getting dark by the time I headed home.
The evening sucked. Apparently the trash company took our trash barrels after their pickup on Friday. Yes I just now noticed. Not sure why since our bill isn't due for several more days. So I have to add calling them to the list of bullshit I don't want to deal with. Then I thought I'd relax by practicing and wound up breaking a string on my bass! Had to spend money I didn't really want to on the cheapest set of new strings I could find for order online. It will be several days before they get here but fuck all if I'm going to burn the gas to drive all the way to Guitar Center for a new set. More frustratingly, I had just spent the afternoon in the suburb where Guitar Center is. Had this happened earlier I could already have new strings. It's just as well. I've had these strings on there for literally years. Granted several of those years were years in which I didn't play. But they were getting pretty grody. It was time, just wish I could have replaced them at a moment of my own choosing. Hopefully the new strings won't sound like total ass being el cheapo Saturday night specials. I practiced the six string instead. It fulfilled the musical itch but didn't fully satisfy. Like eating steamed vegetables when you love heavy fried food. I think the bass is where my heart is now. Sigh.
After that fiasco it was time to get caught up on Once Upon a Time and American Horror Story, my two new favorite shows. I guess they have to be since they're the only shows I'm watching. They're really good though.
Last night I watched Red State, which you might have heard is Kevin Smith's first attempt at making a horror movie. It's not. What it is is Kevin Smith's first attempt at making a Coehn Brothers movie. At this he succeeds wildly, and not just on account of John Goodman.
The person who asked is the one who should pay. I have nothing creative or clever to add to that.
Today got kind of exhausting. The theatre troupe reunited for a pre-season meeting to discuss shows for the coming summer and the logistics of putting them on. Much pizza was consumed. Our absentee member who is study abroad Skyped in and many happy stories of her adventures were shared. We wound up being there the whole afternoon and it was getting dark by the time I headed home.
The evening sucked. Apparently the trash company took our trash barrels after their pickup on Friday. Yes I just now noticed. Not sure why since our bill isn't due for several more days. So I have to add calling them to the list of bullshit I don't want to deal with. Then I thought I'd relax by practicing and wound up breaking a string on my bass! Had to spend money I didn't really want to on the cheapest set of new strings I could find for order online. It will be several days before they get here but fuck all if I'm going to burn the gas to drive all the way to Guitar Center for a new set. More frustratingly, I had just spent the afternoon in the suburb where Guitar Center is. Had this happened earlier I could already have new strings. It's just as well. I've had these strings on there for literally years. Granted several of those years were years in which I didn't play. But they were getting pretty grody. It was time, just wish I could have replaced them at a moment of my own choosing. Hopefully the new strings won't sound like total ass being el cheapo Saturday night specials. I practiced the six string instead. It fulfilled the musical itch but didn't fully satisfy. Like eating steamed vegetables when you love heavy fried food. I think the bass is where my heart is now. Sigh.
After that fiasco it was time to get caught up on Once Upon a Time and American Horror Story, my two new favorite shows. I guess they have to be since they're the only shows I'm watching. They're really good though.
Last night I watched Red State, which you might have heard is Kevin Smith's first attempt at making a horror movie. It's not. What it is is Kevin Smith's first attempt at making a Coehn Brothers movie. At this he succeeds wildly, and not just on account of John Goodman.