Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
An interesting conversation I had this afternoon that I thought was document worthy. Now that it has been documented, it seems a bit lacking. Perhaps I forgot some vital bits, but I'm pretty sure it is pretty accurate. No offence was meant, I was clearly joking about the babies.
Me: …Something, something… third wheel.
Mystery Person: I think the expression was originally ‘fifth wheel’.
Me: Fifth wheel? Are you sure? Third wheel sounds much better.
Mystery Person: Yeah, but a fifth wheel is completely useless.
Me: So is a third wheel.
Mystery Person: What about on a tricycle?
Me: Tricycle’s are stupid. Babies use them.
Mystery Person: So, everything babies use are stupid?
Me: Naturally. Babies are stupid.
Mystery Person: Hahaha!
Me: Pretty much everything they do is stupid.
Mystery Person: You're stupid. Eww! Babies do you!
Me: That’s disgusting!
Mystery Person: You’re disgusting.
Me: I wish.
*Maniacal laugher ensues*Fabulous prizes to the person who guesses the mystery person. The mystery person cannot win. Other restrictions may apply.
Friday, March 18, 2005
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
On Sunday morning, Ilana, Andra and I went to the music store to get Andra a guitar, me a tuner and Ilana some strings. I won't bore you with the details of the selection process, suffice to say that she now has a new guitar and it sounds pretty decent (even if it is a smoker). So, after all business had been conducted, we found it necessary to leave the store so we could return home instead of claiming the boni-soir next door as our new one as had been suggested. I was in the back seat and Ilana had said that she knew how to get home, so I contented myself to daydreaming of recording popular songs on my computer using just my voice and becoming very famous based on the fact of how bad and hilarious they would be. It was an interesting daydream and when I emerged from it many minutes later we were back at the music store. No, we hadn't intended to go back there, we just sort of ended up there. I thought to myself, "Alright, they have eliminated the wrong way. They will surely get us home this time." So, once again, I lapsed into the waking dream world and probably dreamt of some evil force trying to take over the world and the superbeing sitting in front of me saving the world, but I can't really remember, so I could be wrong.
When I emerge for a second time, I found myself on a lonely stretch of highway and no one seemed to know if we were going in the right direction. As it turns out, we weren't. To cut a long story short, we did eventually arrive home about an hour later completely intact with the only casualty being the perfect reputation of Ilandra. I don't hold it against you, not even a little bit. I had some good daydreams and then a vegitarian meal at Ilana's house (which was very good, as usual). Sorry about the bottle, Ilana's Mom.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Another thing I learned this weekend include the fact that I find Ilana's Mom mildly frightening, possibly due to a minor phobia of smaller than average things. There can be several possible reasons for this potential phobia (it hasn't actually been proven to exist within my littered neurons yet), none of which I will get into at the moment. Also, Chris B. (known as a commenter on this blog who goes by Chris 75 000) shall now be known as Dr. Awesome (Oooooh, Yeaaah!) and Chris M. will be known as Stumpy* to avoid confusion in the band.
*It must be noted here that Chris M. had himself chosen this name over the other sugested nickname of surly, which, he claims, is already reserved for the commenter known as Senor Soupe. I had always thought that it was merely a descriptive or a family trait, but apparantly I'm wrong on that one.
Saturday, March 05, 2005
I am a bit sick with some form of mutant cold/cough/infection that either Ilana or Oliver or both gave to me. It is making my hearing sound muffled. For the first two days I was smelling vomit all the time even though there was clearly none around to be whiffed. Consequently, I didn't sleep well, and had locked myself off in a separate room so as to protect the others from the potential contagion and the unavoidable noise with which I was bound to cause. Meds helped. A lot.
A new technique of playing the theramine was concieved of but will not mentioned in this blog because as Ilana's Mom so kindly put it, "I thought this was a family blog!"
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
This evening we were recorded again in the practice room and the results were much better than on Sunday, mostly because my fingers hadn't died on me this time around and because we had a bass. I can't wait to hear the recordings. On Friday evening to Saturday we are going to a real recording studio to do some pro recording. I am very anxious.