We’re going to weigh in at a weight watchers meeting tomorrow. It is not going to be pretty. We ate out on Thursday. Today Jen made a giguntic dinner and I ate 10 times more than a normal mortal man can hold. Then after dinner I had about 11,036 pounds of peanuts. Peanuts are approved for the simply filling weight watchers plan, but I don’t think a metric ton of peanuts is what they had in mind.
The weigh in tomorrow is going to be bad.
Baaaaad.
I know, I know, we’re all really glad to have Market Basket back again. It did suck while they were gone, and we were all united in our support of the staff.
It’s just that I sort of wish the millions of imbeciles would have found another place to shop. I went there this afternoon looking for two little things. I was stuck in the insufferable mob of stupid and there was no way to get free without leaving a trail of blood and sweat behind me.
I made it in one piece… this time.
Not to be shallow, but a Fender stack just doesn’t look as cool as a Marshall stack. Get to work on that, boys.
(The image isn’t mine. Click on it to see the source)
I want to get up early and do a little photo walk around town. I wanted to do it today, but it’s cloudy and rainy and awful outside. Maybe tomorrow.
I want to get some castle wall pics, and maybe go into the bird sanctuary for some early leaf peeping. Then I’d have to go back again in a week or two to see how much things have changed.
Oh well.
Stupid rain.
Saving this for later…
A full Smashing Pumpkins show from ’93.
I just got an email notification…
My iPhone 6 Plus has shipped!
Just a couple more days and it will be mine!!!
So I’m trying to get back into a band. If they’ll have me, the band that I tried to start a few years ago that carried on quite nicely without me after I bowed out might be willing to take me back. Still just talking, but I’ve got a list of covers to learn and we are trying to schedule a meeting.
It’s got me doing something I shouldn’t be doing. It’s got one of the medical conditions I suffer from flaring up.
G.A.S… Better known as Gear Acquisition Syndrome.
The last time I played in a band for reals, I had a bunch of stomp boxes. The obligatory Dunlop Wah, a Morley volume pedal, a DoD flanger, a Boss digital delay, a DoD octave divider, and a Boss chromatic tuner, along with my Marshall combo’s channel/reverb switch. I would string them together, all with 9 volt batteries, on the floor at my feet whenever we played. I was always kicking them around to get them in and out of my way, depending on the song.
The other day I started looking at pedal boards to sit all of these things on so that I would have less to set up and break down. It’d be nice to have a power supply too, in place of all those batteries.
That lead to thinking of what additional pedals I could acquire. I use things in GarageBand that would be nice to have in real life. An MXR phaser. A univibe. A pitch shifter. Those are realistic, but thinking of them lead to unrealistic things like harmonizers and tape echoes (drool).
Next thing I know I’m bouncing between eBay and musiciansfriend and guitar center looking at amplifiers. The last time I was in a band for reals with Mike the Bass player I played through a Fender Combo. After that I used a sweet Marshall combo in Break Even. Today I was thinking that an old Fender Twin Reverb would be awesome. I’d need to get a Fuzz Face too. Then I thought, I’ve never owned a stack before, what does Fender have for stacks? How much does a decent Marshall stack with two 4×12 cabinets cost?
Oh goodness gracious, please stop me now.
G.A.S. There is no cure.
Yesterday I made a mobile app decision. Henceforth I will no longer be using the native email app on my iPhone or iPad. I have replaced it in the dock with the Gmail app. I did the same thing with Chrome and Safari a while ago.
Since making the change last night I have not received a single email. Not one. Not even spammy crap.
I’m not sure, but I think I broke the Internet. Sorry ’bout that.
It’s that time of year. The time when the sun comes up right when I’m passing this spot on Canobie Lake, and I HAVE to snap a pic. I thought about bringing my D90 along today. Now I wish I had.
Why does Ello hate me? I requested invites using two different email addresses and nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zip.
I guess they hate me. Remember when I wanted Google Wave invites and Google hated me? There was another one too, was it Google Buzz? I just want social media sites to accept me for who I am… a ridiculously tall red head with lots and lots to say about absolutely nothing of value. Why does that rub these sites the wrong way? Why don’t they like me?
I just want an invite. Now I am a sad panda.
