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Friday, December 17, 2004

My girl likes to party all the time

Pie and I had another one of failed attempts to have a party. We laid on cake, party hats and favors and balloons for a sum total of 4 people to turn up. Not to belittle the people who did turn up (God bless them). My work friend and his wife turned up who would have probably been quite content to hide in the corner the whole night. They’re Indian and had an arranged marriage and get the feeling neither of them is 100% happy with the situation.

Other then that one of my friend’s sister’s died two days before, Jeff Grandfather died, and Liz and Travis overslept. Fortunately Oliver (who the ultimate party animal) and Nugget managed to fill in a lot of blanks. Oliver was the ‘I love you man’ drunk and getting on everybody’s laps, and Nugget was the violent drunk who had too much to drink wanted to start a fight (he later mellowed out to ‘I love you man drunk’).

Talking of Oliver we spent $500 for the vet to tell us they couldn’t find any reason why he’d spent the prior day vomiting and previous weeks using the kitchen as a commode. We we’re given pills to stop vomiting and diarrhea so I was surprised he didn’t implode.

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Thursday, December 09, 2004

Another shadow in the setting sun

Sorry for the gratuitous use of the line above. It’s a line from a song I started writing a while back called ‘One of Many’, to quote myself:

Born frail soon withered and gone
Another shadow in the setting sun

I owe some of this mock philosophy to poor old Dimebag Darrel. I sit here thinking he probably started his day like every other one. Had breakfast, talked to his buddies, did a sound check, then went on stage and before he knew what hit him he was shot five times in the head by a lunatic. I don’t whether America has more crazies per square mile or if it’s just the way it feels sometime. About 30 years ago the worst you could expect at a show was getting deafened by the person next you screaming for John, Paul, George or Ringo or inhaling a little too much second hand pot smoke.

Not that this event could be linked to heavy metal but I have noticed going to the rock shows that the average class of person there tends be well…slightly insane.

Pie has her X-Mas work do tomorrow so I’m using it as excuse to crack out my suit. She said I’ll be overdressed, I think everyone else will be underdressed.

We’re in full monsoon season here which shows how both mine and Pie’s cars need new wipers at the most inopportune time. Pie bought new wipers only for me to sit there for 30 minutes slowly coming to the conclusion one of them wasn’t going to fit. It’s frustrating enough I can’t change my own oil but when I get the wiper to fit I really do feel it’s time for me to put a dress on and let Pie be the man of the house.

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Sunday, December 05, 2004

Forgive me father

I took another inadvertent blog break. Unfortunately I do most of my blog entries at work so it I get busy (like I have been recently) I don’t tend to update.I’ve been logged on to 11.30pm several times by which time my brain turns to total mush.

My band finished recording Nov 20-21st. Things went as well as could be imagined, all the takes were pretty much live and Liz got some great vocal takes. The mix suffered in a few places but that was to be expected. We got the mastering done during the following week and the mix went from being too much bass to almost the opposite end.

I had my 31st Birthday as well. Pie did a good job of getting presents to represent my geeky side and my musical sides. My especial favorite was my a talking Yoda doll which seems to reliably answer questions:
Q “Is my boss going to irritate me?”
A “Yes I feel the answer is”
Spooky!

Pie and I are planning a joint Bday party next week. Nugget is busy filing his teeth to savage the party guests. Pie’ friend and her boy friend came round last weekend and he was so spooked from Bob shouting at him the day before he savaged Pie’s friends sweater.

I’ve recently come to think my Brother and I don’t have too much to say to each other anymore. Whenever I call I seem to have to keep the conversation going all by myself. At least the conversation also turns to things I’m interested in that way.

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