21st century life, in a house where the water is shut off while the plumbers install a kick ass tankless water heater.
If it’s yellow, let it mellow
If it’s brown….
Huh.
If it’s brown… hold on, I’ll come up with something.
If it’s brown… hmmmmm
Oh! If it’s brown, Drive in to town!
Just call it what it is: Poetry, babie.
The folks who will be installing our new water heater are here. Work is underway. Please, oh gods of plumbing and water heating, allow this to be Lake Asshole’s (more recently known as Bucket Asshole) final day. Oh please, oh please. Thank you.
I mixed another song while I was waiting for them to get here this morning. Song number 44 of an expected 52.
50/90 is officially not fun anymore. At least the 50/90 website portion of the project. Last night while I slumbered someone commented on the song I posted before I went to bed suggesting that he could remaster it for me and asking if that would be okay. Then without ever getting a response he remastered it and posted a link to it.
Ummmm… No.
I know we’re all amateurs and trying to get better at what we do and all of those good things, but Do Not, Under Any Circumstances, Fuck With My Stuff Without Permission. It’s really that simple. I made all of my song links private so no one can get to them but me. 99.999% of the people I’ve dealt with have been wonderful and supportive and the few comments I get are always great, but one guy had to Fuck With My Stuff Without Permission and just utterly ruined the whole experience for me.
I plan to keep posting songs there as private so that I get the little trophy next to my name, but that’s it. If I play the game again next year I will probably do it alone, without using the website at all.
Someone on twitter mentioned a Throwing Muses song called Like a Dog.
I was immediately transported back in time to the mid 90’s and the Bright Yellow Gun single on CD. The best b-sides in single history. Crayon Sun (which was a cover from… I want to say Los Lobos, but is that right?), the previously mentioned Like a Dog, and possibly the best b-side in recorded history, Red Eyes…
43 songs down, seven to go, and nine more are in the pipeline. We’re going to finish this year’s 50/90 Challenge and we’re going to go a couple of songs over the goal. I’m feeling pretty good about it this year. It’s going to take something major to stop me from finishing, though I am positive I just jinxed it so we can all expect to read a headline in tomorrow’s news: Red head struck by lightning in freak indoor thunderstorm.
Guaranteed.
I was thinking about taking a handful of less sucky songs from this year’s batch and making a stand alone album of some kind. Maybe pick 8-10 songs and redo them to make better sounding recordings and package them up as a sort of quarantine tunes spin off thingie. Maybe I could add a song or two from the Record Every Month RPM project too, as technically all of the 50/90 songs qualify for that too.
We’ll see.
Will this song make it? I don’t know. Let’s say it’s on the bubble and leave it at that for now.
Remember a few months ago when I moved everything worth saving in the cellar into the storage areas? That was because one side of the cellar was flooded and there was water damage everywhere. Well, now there is water damage on the other side of the cellar and I have to move all of the shit from the storage area back into the cellar proper so that they can install the new water heater in the morning.
Two items of note. First, those shelves are likely going to have to go. I don’t know how much room a tankless system needs.
Second, I expect to have super powers by morning because I’m pretty sure I got bit by a spider and isn’t that what happens when you get bit by a spider?
We have an appointment to have a new tankless water heater installed tomorrow morning. I still have a bucket under the leaky pipe in the current water heater and it’s kept the floor dry for a week now.
Or has it.
(insert ominous music here)
My wetvac is falling apart. Whole chunks of it have fallen off. It still works, and I could probably change the filter and all would be well, but now…
I emptied the drip bucket by stickin’ the wetvac hose into the bucket and sucking it all up. I’ve been doing that for a week now. Today, a few hours after emptying the bucket, I went downstairs for laundry reasons and saw water on the floor. WHAT THE HELL?
A little investigating has lead me to believe that the wetvac is actually leaking now. The water this time was next to the wetvac but a little down hill. I cleaned it up, knowing how goofy it is to use the source as it’s own fix, which clearly will have to be done again later tonight.
Oh well. I will be spending some time down there tonight to clean out the storage area where the folks will be working tomorrow and while I’m there I will empty the bucket and the wetvac and hopefully that will be the end of it. When the bucket gets emptied some time tomorrow, the water heater will have been replaced.
Fingers eternally crossed. I am so sick of having water issues in my cellar. It’s enough to make me want to move into a house that doesn’t have a basement. Houses in San Diego generally don’t have cellars, do they? If that’s the case, let’s go!
Last Friday I burned my hand on one of the racks in the oven. I posted a picture. That night the burn blistered over. It wasn’t too gross, just a little unpleasant to look at. Jen said to me, “don’t pop that blister.” and I said in return, “no, I won’t pop that blister.”*
The next morning the shower had other plans. I took the band aide off, got into the shower, and next thing I knew the water had ripped that blister right off. Well that’s too bad. It looked pretty grody after that. I tried to keep it covered but somedays the band aides just wouldn’t stick. Yesterday was one of those days.
When I woke up today it had blistered over again. Finally. Heel, you sucker! Then I took a shower. Once again the water pressure ripped it off. Once again I didn’t see it happen. This time though… I looked down at my hand and it was covered with blood**.
I cleaned it up. Reverted to Boy Scout training and applied direct pressure until the bleeding stopped. I put some medicinal goop on it and got a new band aide to stick. All is well now.
Come on, you stupid injury. Scab over and heel, ya creep.
*Those may not be exact quotes. I tried to capture the spirit of the thing.***
**When I say covered in blood, that’s probably an exaggeration based on the fast approaching end of September and the imminent start of the month long Halloween season. Halloween is getting all like Christmas these days. Every year it starts earlier. HoHoBooHo.
***That is a direct quote. Dickie Dun, sports journalist covering the Charlestown Chiefs in the movie Slapshot.****
****Yes, I did put footnotes into my footnotes.
Ted Lasso is not my favorite TV show right now but it is clearly the best show.
Jen sent me a video of what looked like an early version of the show. A little 4.5 minute thing. Same premise, same actors, same character name. I thought it would be cool to see where the idea started from
I watched the whole video.
It was a commercial for NBC coverage of UK soccer.
Im so disappointed. The best show on TV started out as a fucking commercial. Fuck.
I spent the morning before work recording guitar solos, and then I spent the evening after work recording more guitar solos. What a world.
Once again we were able to schedule a watch party so we could watch the new episode of What If? with Harry. No spoilers, but it was a nice change of pace to not have a super gloomy, dark, evil story and instead have some goofy fun. Jen and I kept the Burgers and Marvel tradition in tact, but they were turkey burgers and it wasn’t take out, so it was a little different. I liked it.
50/90: 42 songs finished and another seven have all of the parts tracked and are ready to mix. Three more are still waiting on lead guitars… and that’s it. Assuming I don’t get the overwhelming urge to do more in the final week, I am going to end on 52 this year and assuming an asteroid doesn’t hit the Earth and obliterate New England (or some similar catastrophic shit) I think I am going to finish on time. I want that little trophy image next to my name on the 50/90 site.
As Troh once said, Huzzah.*
*No spoilers, okay?
Summer is over and the cookout conditions are less than ideal. Still, it’s Marvel and Burgers Night so I need to grill up some burgers.
