Obligatory pre-show stage pic.

Words cannot describe how cold it is in this room. It’s like a Disney movie in here!

(Get it? Disney? Frozen?)

During the summers of ‘98, ‘99, and 2000 I temped in the shipping office of a company that bought and merged with the company that made this… whatever this thing is.

From my meager point of view in shipping, it looked like the company we bought was about to go under before we swooped in and saved them. Somehow though, all of their top people ended up in charge of the new merged company. That didn’t make sense to me. I took it as a sign that programming was a much better career choice for me than business.

We have a gig tomorrow….

….and that’s a cowbell.

No, we are not playing Don’t Fear the Reaper (yet), but that is a mutha truckin’ cowbell.

I just played my A guitar (Gibson Les Paul) through my B pedal board (the one with the OCD and the Big Muff) into my B amplifier (15 watt Bassbreaker).

As I was noodling through some old songs that I used to know when I was in high school (“Working Man” may have made an appearance) it dawned on me………

My 18 year old self would be so friggin’ jealous of me.

Well… I never thought I would reach this level of nerditude but… well…

I am 100% caught up on The Walking Dead comics. I have to wait until some time early in November for the next issue to be released.

Who am I and what have I done with me?

There is a deeper meaning to this post, but you wouldn’t understand and I’m too exhausted to explain.

Our first High School Robotics competition. Let the enslavement of humanity begin!