Friday, April 06, 2007
Things that bother me and don't bother me |12:53 AM| Back when I was mixing for that cover band, I didn't have as much respect for drummers as I did the other musicians. Understand that this was a relative judgement, I was still impressed with their abilities and respected their talents.
I just couldn't get those goddamn drummers to stop drumming all damn day. That was their common trait. Constantly in their own performance of "Stomp"
"Alright we're going to want to adjust the levels here, drop the volume to zero for the cut off and Goddammit JOE STOP DRUMMING"
Even when you took their sticks away, they'd start tapping on any surface.
I never, ever tried to play the drums. The difficulty associated with them was never demonstrated. Until Cass* showed me exactly two exercises and I couldn't do them worth shit.
With 4 beats, Tap with both hands, tap with just right, then tap right with bass, then just right hand repeat.
"I should totally be able to do this." Right/left, right, right bass, right/left "FUCK."
Right/Left, Right Bass, Ri "Dammit."
And so it continued. Now I'm doing the same shit Joe Nut and all those guys did. Tapping shit out, all day, like that old series "Beauty and the Beast" with the lion guy.
Still working on special-ish projects at work, which is an excellent break from fixing Motion tablets. As I may have mentioned I've fixed so many I can take them apart almost entirely by touch. I truly enjoy being challenged with bizarre tasks.
I desire junk food. Any junk food. Something horrible for me like gas station spice drops or Krispy Kreme goddamn.
At least it's forcing me to cook more, even with my total lack of good counter space*.
My brain is turning to mush, especially in the afternoons. I might as well be making beep and clicking noises in most of the conversations I have after 5. It may be related to pushing myself so hard at work, yet not increasing the amount of sleep per night.
Naaaah. I bet this problem is geologic in nature. That would totally explain my inability to spell things properly.
From an episode summary list:
Strictly Sex With Dr. Drew - Season 1
What the fuck? I'm completely fine with whatever consenting adults want to do behind closed doors, but I can still think that they're lunatics.
Why get surgery to get it (hymen) put back in if you're just going to have it...removed again.
Someone I spoke to suggested that you might be able to get designer versions, like Gucci.
As long as you're getting the work done, why not get a dispenser of some kind installed? Like for paper towels, you'd turn a little crank everytime you needed a new one.
Things that bother me and don't bother me |12:53 AM| Back when I was mixing for that cover band, I didn't have as much respect for drummers as I did the other musicians. Understand that this was a relative judgement, I was still impressed with their abilities and respected their talents.
I just couldn't get those goddamn drummers to stop drumming all damn day. That was their common trait. Constantly in their own performance of "Stomp"
"Alright we're going to want to adjust the levels here, drop the volume to zero for the cut off and Goddammit JOE STOP DRUMMING"
Even when you took their sticks away, they'd start tapping on any surface.
I never, ever tried to play the drums. The difficulty associated with them was never demonstrated. Until Cass* showed me exactly two exercises and I couldn't do them worth shit.
With 4 beats, Tap with both hands, tap with just right, then tap right with bass, then just right hand repeat.
"I should totally be able to do this." Right/left, right, right bass, right/left "FUCK."
Right/Left, Right Bass, Ri "Dammit."
And so it continued. Now I'm doing the same shit Joe Nut and all those guys did. Tapping shit out, all day, like that old series "Beauty and the Beast" with the lion guy.
Still working on special-ish projects at work, which is an excellent break from fixing Motion tablets. As I may have mentioned I've fixed so many I can take them apart almost entirely by touch. I truly enjoy being challenged with bizarre tasks.
I desire junk food. Any junk food. Something horrible for me like gas station spice drops or Krispy Kreme goddamn.
At least it's forcing me to cook more, even with my total lack of good counter space*.
My brain is turning to mush, especially in the afternoons. I might as well be making beep and clicking noises in most of the conversations I have after 5. It may be related to pushing myself so hard at work, yet not increasing the amount of sleep per night.
Naaaah. I bet this problem is geologic in nature. That would totally explain my inability to spell things properly.
From an episode summary list:
Strictly Sex With Dr. Drew - Season 1
Episode 4. Sex, Drugs, & Surgery
Dr. Drew discusses the many surgical procedures available relating to the sexual experience including "revirginization",
What the fuck? I'm completely fine with whatever consenting adults want to do behind closed doors, but I can still think that they're lunatics.
Why get surgery to get it (hymen) put back in if you're just going to have it...removed again.
Someone I spoke to suggested that you might be able to get designer versions, like Gucci.
As long as you're getting the work done, why not get a dispenser of some kind installed? Like for paper towels, you'd turn a little crank everytime you needed a new one.
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