Now, I’ve heard that you’re not supposed to put shoes on your baby until it’s actually walking around. So, once we have a kid, and it starts toddling around like a little hellian, he or she will *totally* be styling in a pair of Chuck Taylors. And will be wearing this killer t-shirt. Or maybe this one.
I will raise my child to have the style I never had. I hope.
Of course, I do have to give my mom credit for dressing me in this shirt (she had one to match, as I recall):
Good stuff.
I am destined to forever remember my step-Gary’s birthday. Damn his mnemonic device:
“May the Fourth be with you.”
*groan*
I hate it when I can’t manage to finish just a few simple tasks that I set for myself. There were only a few things I wanted to accomplish tonight after work, and I didn’t successfully complete one. I started most of them, and got distracted as I went along.
As I cooked my dinner, I started to clear all my junk off of the kitchen table, and found a paperback and a dust jacket that belonged up in the library/media room (where our books and DVDs and 8-tracks and games and such live). As I put those away, I remembered that I hadn’t watered my plants in a couple of days, so I got out the little plastic watering can and gave them all a well-deserved drink. And so on.
Didn’t finish cleaning off the kitchen table.
Didn’t clean my desk.
Didn’t wash the silverware like Aaron asked.
While I was doing other random things, like boiling eggs and making a salad for tomorrow’s lunch, I was also making candles. That doesn’t take much supervision—it’s mainly hurry up and wait—so I figured I was good. I came back into the kitchen once the wax was melted, added just the right dyes, measured out the fragrance, and poured the candles at just the right moment during the cooling process.
Without adding the fragrance to the wax. *facepalm*
So, Mark, I apologize for the weirdness of your candle, but I had to dump the fragrance into an already-cooling candle. I ended up with some pretty funky tealights, too.
So, yeah. Not a terribly good or productive evening. And now it’s time for bed. Blah.
I have decided to try some home recording.
To that end, I purchased the Behringer Eurorack UB802 Mixer. It’s certainly no comparison to the Mackie mixer I got to use back in my Recording Technology days, but the price was right, and it’s good enough for home recording. After all, I haven’t done this in a while…
If what I turn out from this little experiment doesn’t suck (very much), you can expect to get a sampling when it’s ready for prime-time. If it does suck, you can expect me never to mention this venture ever again.
Update: A couple hours of experimentation yielded a one-verse cover that doesn’t entirely suck. However, I have remembered something. Something very vital to the success of my little experiment.
I can’t *stand* the sound of my own voice. OMFG.
It’s just one verse of a Depeche Mode song, me plunking away on my Casio and singing my little pea-pickin’ heart out, but if you really want to hear it, e-mail me and I’ll send you a URL where you can download it.
Please be gentle.
Just got home from saying good-bye to my Sheryls at Campus Pollyeyes in BG.
Sheryls, who recently helped me select a new wardrobe.
Sheryls, who hosted my bridal shower / bachelorette party.
Sheryls, who drove me to multiple job interviews at Image Source before I had a car.
Sheryls, who got away with lots of RCC rule violations on my watch. 🙂
*sigh* I’ll miss you! Aaron and I will have to come visit you in Boston sometime.