I played guitar today. I worked on two songs. I used the direct out and cabinet sims off of two amps, which broke my amps and speakers rule for the re-recording project, but I didn’t wake Harry so that was worth it.
I played like dog shit, but I played and that’s what matters. I needed it. I have more to do so I might sneak some more playing in later today.
Sigh of relief.
I’m still not in a sharing mood (shockingly) so I’m not going to give specifics. Suffice to say if you ask me what I could do differently, my broken little brain is going to hyper focus 100% on negatives. You’ve been warned.
What could I do different becomes what must I do to stop failing as a human being. I must be a better husband, a better step father, a better son, a better uncle, a better brother, a better employee, a better supervisor, a better democrat, a better citizen, and a better neighbor… and that is just for starters.
The problem, of course, is that I don’t know how to do any of it. I’m working on it all though. I’ll do better. I’ll be better.
They are both asking, “what you lookin’ at, red head?”
It’s snowing outside. We are supposed to get a big~ish snow storm starting late tonight and running through the whole day tomorrow. They are predicting about a foot.
Yippee.
I hate snow. I hate winter. I hate them with the fiery passion of 100 burning suns. You see the irony, right?
Today’s haiku is brought to you by the Lifetime television network.
Married at First Sight.
Where do they find these people?
I mean like… wow, right?
My wife’s current project focus has been on building manual keyboards. Today I was drafted to help.
Success.
This one is going to need a list, babie! Here we go!
My potential billboard messages would include the following…
Okay… 18 potential billboards written out in about five minutes, all off the top of my head. I could probably come up with 100 more if I spent a little time thinking about it. No, we’ll stop here. Maybe I’ll add a second post with more later (but probably not).
Enjoy, my gentle readers and only friends.*
*I am not sure when I combined Stephen King’s “gentle readers” line with A Clockwork Orange’s, “oh my brothers and only friends” but it’s sort of working for me.
The Smashing Pumpkins put out a call for a new guitar player. They are asking for resumes.
Should I send one?
Inside the Red Head's Head 