Hawkeye

Hawkeye episode four has been watched. We are caught up. You may now discuss in front of me.

A Watched Pot

If it’s true that a watched pot never boils, then I should probably leave the room or this puppy is going to stay un-boiled all night.

Cook, Chef Lardo!

The sooner I get the spaghetti going the sooner we will be able to get our collective comic book TV nerd on.

Get a move on, Chef Lardo.

Also, Patches says hello.

Foggy

Cold outside, fat guy yelling inside.

Car music this morning was on the short side. I finished two songs. One went quick and easy. The other was like pulling teeth.

I might try to do some more today during my half day off. Should I? We will see.

Obligatory clock-on-the-way-home pic.

Take That, Mental Health!

Last night I was feeling low and I didn’t know why. Tonight… kiss my ass, mental health. I recorded rhythm guitars for two songs and lead for one. Sure, I played like utter shit burgers, but who cares. I played. No repeats of last night around here.

Cat on My Desk

My co-worker is kinda furry.

It’s Alive!

Also, it changes colors and stuff. It has penguins too, and penguins kick ass.

Dead Batteries

After all the hoopla I went through getting batteries for my packet watches, turns out none of the watch batteries I bought are the right size for this little bastard.

I swear it’s a conspiracy started by the big watch battery industry.

Ho Ho Patches Ho

Patches says, who you calling a Ho?

I Told You

I spent about 90 minutes playing. I pained my way through two songs worth of rhythm tracks and did some non-recorded noodling just for shits and giggles.