Two Laptops

Another tweak to my working from home workspace. I now have both my personal laptop and my new work laptop plugged into Jen’s gigantic, mammoth monitor. I still need to move my USB hub between the two lappy’s when I want to switch, as well as change the input setting on the monitor itself, but now I can use this desk for personal stuff, like posting to the blog or binge watching The Flash on Netflix, without having to use my work machine. I’ve got an HDMI input for one machine and a display port for the other. I still have a mini display port input available. If I can get my mitts on an adapter to convert to USB-C I can have a dedicated input for my MacBook too. Oh what a technological marvel our world is.

Impeachment Cat

Patches is about as anti-nazi as a feline can get. She is pleased with the outcome of the events in the House of Representatives today.

However, she is also furious that it had to happen at all.

Damned nazi pricks.

Therapy

Tonight’s guitar playing was much better than last night. Still not very good, but better. I put leads on two songs and both lead and rhythm on another. Eight songs still to go and six are ready to mix. A fuzz box was used extensively.

Yes, everything is dusty. If you don’t like it you can lick my sack, m’kay?

Still Waiting

Patches is losing her shit waiting for the federal government to do something about the terrorist in the White House.

Something. Anything.

A Little Better

Through the 10 months of lock down, whenever shit got too much I would play guitar and it would help me to feel better. Last night shit got too much and I played guitar and I was so bad I felt worse. This morning I tried to rectify that. I redid everything on the song I was working on last night when it got to be a little too much. Jen asked me if I wanted to check something out on youtube with her and instead of asking her to give me a little time to finish I just shut it down.

Today was a little better. I finished everything I left hanging yesterday. I wasn’t exactly Jeff Beck or anything. I wasn’t exactly equal to Jeff Beck playing with one finger, but it was okay for me. I do feel a smidge better.