Tonite There’s Gonna Be A Jailbreak…

Remember Loni from Lockbox, the nice God-loving woman who’s my Mom’s age (almost exactly) and has been trying to get a new job for a couple years now? Well, she finally made a jailbreak, and will be working in Deposit Support, which is my department. Not Quality Control, our… sub-department, I guess, but still in the same realm. She’s supposed to be moving to her new job in two weeks or less.

Having been there, wanting to leave the crazy hours and moderate stress of Lockbox, I feel so happy for her. She’s getting ready to move to an 8-to-5, ultra-low-stress position, which may not pay her more money but will still be infinitely worth it.

We’re all going to lunch tomorrow—current employees of Lockbox, and former (myself included). It’ll be fun to get together with everyone again… and Loni and I will try not to rub it in how much better off we are (or will be).

RIP MMB

Just got done “double-digging” a quarter of the flower garden. Basically, it’s just turning over the soil, but doing it so that the dirt from Point A ends up at Point B, and vise versa. I was also pulling out roots and rocks as I went. Holy crap, that’s a lotta roots. I only did that for half an hour or 45 minutes, but my hands are all tired and I feel like I’ve done some serious work. At least I’m a quarter of the way done, though—only three more days of double-digging. Then off to get some Miracle-Gro Garden Soil and mix that in. Then off to get some plants.

I was surfing around online just now, basically just wasting time, and discovered that bosstones.com is no longer active. Hmm. After a little Googling, I found a Mighty Mighty Bosstones fansite that says,

I’m sorry to inform you that this site is dead. The reason being is that The Mighty Mighty Bosstones have “Basically” split-up. In Technical Terms, they no longer are touring together. They are on “HIATUS”, or so they say.

Projects:
Dicky Barrett – Announcer for Jimmy Kimmel Live – Catch him at 12:00 on ABC on weekdays
Other Band Members – They are taking time off to be with their families, and those without familes are touring with other bands like “Less Than Jake” and doing their own thing.

Wow. The boys have been together for nigh on 15 years (ten if you only include the quasi-original lineup that split a few years back), and they finally decided to take a breather. (Kind of like Catherine Wheel, who has been “parked” for the past three or four years.) Anyway, another site’s forum gives indication that this has been in the works for a year and a half now. Damn, I’ve been out of the loop.

And, as a side note, pages with white text on a black background hurt my eyes after a while.

LakeShoremen Brass

Yesterday’s LakeShoremen Brass rehearsal wasn’t all that bad. I drove an hour and a half up to Clawson and met my ride, Barb and Russ, and then rode with them the 40 minutes up to Holly from their house. We ended up arriving 15 minutes late—and not because of me, either, thank goodness. Rehearsal lasted about three hours total (two hours playing, one hour bullshitting). Paul, incidentally, didn’t show up and didn’t tell anyone for sure that he wouldn’t be there. He told one person that he might not make it if he couldn’t find a sitter for the kids, but that’s not the same.

Next Sunday’s full-corps rehearsal is up in Montrose… another half hour farther north than this Sunday’s. I’m leaving my place at 9:15am to be at the Braman household by 11:00am, and to Montrose by 1:00pm. Is this really worth it for a four-hour rehearsal?

I guess we’ll know for sure when our first parade happens on May 16th…

w00t… yardwork.

My fingers aren’t too keen on typing right now—I just got back in from doing a little over an hour of yardwork. Forgot to take a picture of what it looked like beforehand, but I’ve got almost all of the out-of-control forsythia bushes hacked down. Don’t worry, I took cuttings, so they’ll be back… only much more controlled next time.

This afternoon, Fries helped Aaron pick up our free washer and dryer from Aaron’s buddy Joe from work. I guess he had some issues getting the washer hooked up—the hose connector squirts everywhere, which is ungood. We need to hit Lowe’s tomorrow and get some new hoses or hose fittings or something.

Actually, we have a whole crapload of stuff that needs to be done around the house, especially outside. Doesn’t it just figure that this is when the drumcorps season starts to kick in with extra weekend rehearsals and parades and such? That pretty much wipes out about every other Sunday from now until early September, with a few exceptions. To make it worse, the initial joy of being in a drumcorps again has been overshadowed by the insanely long distance I have to drive to get to rehearsals now. But I can’t back out: 1.) because I know I’d regret it later, and 2.) because I committed to stick out at least this season and probably another one or two on top of that. Oh, yeah, and 3.) because I’m the only damn mellophone. Four or five trumpets, four baritones, a tuba, and one lowly mellophone. Poor Diana. No pressure, none at all. *crosses eyes* Oh, yeah, and did I mention I can’t get excited about practicing at all?

That reminds me: I need to e-mail my potential car-pool hookup from Clawson to Holly. I’m not planning to ride with Paul again. The caravan thing didn’t really appeal to me. Nope. Kind of defeated the purpose. So, not again.

Happy Birthday to Me…

Hey! It’s my birthday. How ’bout that. I actually forgot until I got to work and saw two birthday cards on my desk.

Don’t feel any older. Still in my late 20’s. Got my presents last weekend. No cake on Atkins. Um… yeah.

I’m going to bed now.

Weirdness on my street

OMG. You will never believe what I just saw out my window.

I was sitting here at my computer, contemplating going to bed, when I heard a car pull up the road. (One of the benefits of living on a dead end: all traffic is either lost or coming to your house.) It didn’t sound like any car I knew—the muffler was pretty noisy, so it wasn’t Aaron. Then I heard it pull up the driveway and turn around… but it didn’t go away. The rumbling chug was still outside. I started to get a little freaked out, so I headed up to the front door to look out the peephole. All I could see was that a car was parked with its lights on, somewhere behind the giant pine tree (which is to say, by our house somewhere) and it had gotten close enough to trip our motion-sensor floodlight. I decided I needed a better vantage point.

I went upstairs again to the small bedroom and looked out the open blinds. I figured I was relatively safe, standing in near-total darkness inside. From there I could tell that there was a bluish station wagon parked on the opposite side of the road, and as I watched, the driver turned off the headlights. It looked like two people in the car, or a person and a dog—I couldn’t tell which. Then I remembered that the crate of camera equipment was in the room with me, including Aaron’s binoculars. I foraged for those, and looked out ever so carefully, so as not to be spotted.

The driver was a black man, a young adult, and his seat was in the reclined position. His head turned toward me, and I freaked for a second as I thought he’d spotted me, but he turned away again. As I was trying to ascribe honest motives to him (maybe he just needs a place to grab some sleep?), I saw motion in the car. It became a particularly rhythmic motion. And you’ve probably guessed it by now: it was someone giving him a blow job.

I felt kind of bad for the guy on one hand, because I’ve been there: trying to find a place, anyplace, to go and get it on. To make matters worse for this fella, though, the wind kept triggering the motion-sensor on the floodlights by the garage, so it kept interrupting them. I wonder if it was good for him, anyway; I heard his car rumble away as I was writing this entry.

I’m glad it was just someone getting nookie, though, and not someone casing the joint. I was seriously freaked out for a few minutes there.

Civilization III is Evil.

Oh, yes. Civ III is perfectly evil. I think I got five hours of sleep last night, and waited until this morning to take my shower.

So, on my way to work, I rolled down both passenger-side windows just an inch or two and turned on the panel fan, to help my hair dry. Of course, I ended up running a couple minutes late, and just barely got caught by the damn train that crosses Holland-Sylvania on my way out to Airport Highway. D’oh! At least I didn’t catch the School Zone lights, too. At any rate, I got to work just in the nick of time, hustled in, and clocked in only one minute before I would have been officially late.

…Did I mention I’d rolled my windows down?

Fast-forward to 5:00pm. I went to get in my car, and my seat was damp. WTF? Then it hit me: Hey, dumbass, you left your windows down! It had rained like a motherfucker all afternoon, so not only was my seat damp, but the passenger’s seat was damp, the digipak that had been sitting on said seat was damp and warping, and the dashboard and gearshift and the inside of the windshield were all beaded with rainwater. Good Lord! I was almost afraid to start the car. I mopped some components dry with my sleeve and hoped for the best.

In the end, I arrived home with a damp ass and a full dose of God-I’m-so-stupid. Toweled off the inside of the car for Aaron’s trip to UPS, and left the towel on the driver’s seat for him (driest side up). Aaron’s so good to me, though; he was only moderately miffed at all the CDs that got wet (mainly because all but one were CD-R copies), and he kept telling me not to get down on myself about it. He told me he loves me, and I told him that doesn’t make me any less incompetent. But I felt better, anyway.

On a lighter note: I’m working on programming my The 90’s: Volume 2 mix CD.

Aaron and Kris Heath have told me that Volume 1 is more of a 90’s-in-Cleveland mix, rather than a 90’s-in-Toledo mix. Hey, it’s where I grew up. Volume 1 goes a little something like this:

  1. The Smashing Pumpkins: Disarm (1993)
  2. Collective Soul: December (1995)
  3. The Sundays: Wild Horses (1992)
  4. The Gin Blossoms: Until I Fall Away (1992)
  5. The Lemonheads: Shame About Ray (1992)
  6. Nirvana: Serve the Servants (1993)
  7. Bad Religion: Infected (1994)
  8. James: Born of Frustration (1992)
  9. REM: Losing My Religion (1991)
  10. Michael Penn: No Myth (1989)
  11. The Judybats: Being Simple (1993)
  12. Toad the Wet Sprocket: Walk on the Ocean (1991)
  13. Bush: Glycerine (1994)
  14. Martin Page: In the House of Stone and Light (1994)
  15. Oasis: Champagne Supernova (1995)
  16. Red Hot Chili Peppers: Under the Bridge (1991)

Obviously, I was going for more early-90’s, not mid- or late 90’s. Oasis was a little after the time frame I’d wanted to stick with, but I had run out of ideas at the time. But this mix was made in May 2003, so I’ve had a year to ruminate about my other favorite 90’s tunes.

When Amy was visiting, I bought some used “huH” CD’s from Finders. (Remember that warped digipak on the front seat…?) huH was the best music magazine ever, even though it only lasted a year. The magazine itself was a square format, with cutting-edge design, and it came with a sampler CD of bands that were featured in the magazine. (I forget the name of the famous cutting-edge magazine I learned about in my Graphic Design classes, but the people who designed that magazine also designed this one.) Anyway, these CD’s reminded me of some almost-one-hit-wonder bands from the 90’s, like Letters to Cleo and Buffalo Tom. There are a bunch more bands like those that I’ve completely forgotten about… but maybe, with a little help from my friends, I can come up with a better mix of 90’s hits (and not-quite-hits) than my first one.

Here are my thoughts so far: Buffalo Tom (what was their big song?) / Letters to Cleo (same here) / James: Laid / The Cranberries: Linger / The Sundays: Where the Story Ends / Nirvana: All Apologies / Stone Temple Pilots: Sour Girl

Again, I want to keep it early to mid-90’s—nothing after, say, 1995. Those songs are different memories for me. See, the early 90’s are high school and summer and hanging out alone in the apartment I shared with my Mom, while the mid-90’s are college and staying home for a semester (in a new, nicer apartment, but with Gary) and returning and meeting Aaron and later living with a hellish fluffy roomate for two weeks. The late 90’s are living with Amy and working for RCC and beginning to get disenchanted with popular music. So, first, we’re going for the early 90’s.

Main goals of the mix: 1.) Stay in the early 90’s. 2.) Make it stuff that got radio play, especially on the alternative stations. (I miss 107.9 The End out of Cleveland. They were my favorite station EVER.) 3.) And help me find some less mellow stuff, please? I need at least a couple rockin-out songs to balance the happy relaxed mellowness of the rest.

Any ideas?

The Ultimate LJ Obsession Test

I was curious how lame I was, so I took…

The Ultimate LiveJournal Obsession Test
Category Your Score Average LJer
Community Attachment 11.83%
You have one or two loyal pals on LJ… But you probably have better things to do with your time.
22.44%
MemeSheepage 22.81%
Only trendy when it’s sufficiently entertaining
28.23%
Original Content 37.1%
Some stories must be told – and you’re the one to tell them
38.23%
Psychodrama Quotient 4.82%
Warning: Can Flame When Necessary
17.11%
Attention Whoring 15.91%
Slothfully Seeking Susan
20.67%

In other news, I am so glad to have my PC back up and functioning that I’ve been sitting here playing Civ III for about two hours, instead of doing dishes or getting my shower. My eyes are burning and my neck is sore.

Oh, and in case anybody forgot, today is Timmay‘s birthday! It’s 4:20, dude… huh. And two days before my birthday, which makes it even easier to remember. Like Dan‘s, which is five days before mine.

I gotta go shower and go to bed. Now.