The Boston Bruins just snapped a six game losing streak by snatching victory from the jaws of defeat with 1.2 seconds left in overtime. Sigh of relief.
Let’s celebrate the win with some random pictures of cats taken at various points across this fine snowy Saturday.
I was thinking of taking the new eBay camera out to shoot that long awaited test roll today. Maybe go to the Merrimack River or downtown or Forrest Lake. Anywhere, really.
Nope….
Not today. Friggin’ snow. Mother Nature just hates me, it’s obvious. I still have to go out and run a bunch of errands though. Friggin’ snow.
Here’s Lily looking all stately and regal as well (see the post from earlier today to know what I am talking about here). If Robin is queen of the realm then Lily, her daughter, is a princess of the realm.
Stately Miss Robin Sparkles, looking like the Queen of the Realm that she is.
The RPM Challenge is about three weeks away. I’m thinking about what to do as far as guitar gear and I think I have an idea…
I would add a Crybaby wah pedal to this. It would be off the board to the right, but in the signal chain it would come after the Fuzzface and before the Dyna Comp. Pedal chain law requires a Fuzzface to come first. It’s an impedance thing. I’m not an electrical engineer so I don’t really get it, but it’s true. wah->Fuzzface sounds terrible. Fuzzface->wah sounds… okay.
I’ve wired this for power but I haven’t put velcro on the three new pedals. Outside of that and adding the Crybaby, I am all set to try this out… someday. Saturday? Sunday? Someday.
Guitar playing… I haven’t forgotten about you, my friend and favorite hobby and possibly unhealthy obsession. Just need to make some time.
I didn’t have a chance to play any guitar last night. I didn’t blow off an opportunity, the opportunity just never arose.
This weekend? We’ll see. I need to start preparing my fingers for February’s album-in-a-month challenge. Also, hopefully the band will start practicing again. I have no calluses on my finger tips right now. It’s been almost two months since I’ve played a single note. It’s going to hurt when I start. That’s okay. I will survive. I will persist.
I’m thinking of downsizing the pedal board setup for February. Just to shake things up. We’ll have to see.
It’s time to start playing for real, Robert. Get to it.
The joys of having a new, redesigned living room.
The irony here is that we are sitting on the new couch, which has a recliner at both ends, and we are both literally sitting on a recliner, and yet are feet are up on the ottoman. Goodness, are we spoiled or what? Heh heh heh.
I’m not sure why but the two cats have spent almost the whole work day so far in the room with me. They are just hanging out and being all mellow.
There are three pictures here and they were all taken hours apart from each other. Lily and Robin are just sacking out in here with me. It’s pretty cool.
I do have a theory as to why they are spending time with me rather than spending time with my wife, Jen. She actually tried trimming their claws. She got a couple of Robin’s last night and a couple of Lily’s this morning. I think they might be trying to avoid her a little bit.
You can try, cats, but those claws are getting trimmed eventually. Sooner rather than later, I guarantee.
There may be time for me to play my guitar tonight. Not only that, I may have an opportunity to play through an amp at ear bleeding volume. Nice, huh?
How much do you want to bet that I’ll sit on the new couch watching television instead? I have zero motivation for anything right now. No motivation at all.
This cat 100% looks like I feel. She is absolutely my spirit animal right now.
Early morning small changes to the living room. Look at the pictures in the last post, then look at this:
We swapped the chairs, put the ottoman in place of the coffee table thing, and slid everything to the left a little. Let’s see how long this lasts. There are a couple of different things we could still try before we declare this project complete.
On a mostly unrelated topic, here’s today’s photo a day picture:
Art, babie. Art.
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