Holy whackadoodle. Time flies….and then it crawls.
I’m not sure what kind of trouble I’m getting into, but it definitely seems like the kind that keeps me from blogging.
I managed to fire up Pro Tools again, and determined that it’s so complex that I’ll never know what the hell I’m doing, but simultaneously user-friendly enough that it won’t matter. Got what I needed to get done, and now there’s a folk song (slash) limerick that I’ll be recording soon enough. Who needs three chords when you can play just two?
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There’s been a warp in the space-employment-time-flux-thingamagjig. I’m more or less a “dead man walking” at work which is quite the curious feeling. It’s a lot like knowing the exact date of your death, but everyone else around knows it too and tries to pretend that they don’t. Some (I’m sure) will be glad to get rid of me and my half baked theories that manage to hold up long enough to prove them wrong (or myself right) and resolve the issue. They’ll breathe a sigh of relief knowing that it’s only a matter of time. No matter
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I did something nice for someone on Valentines day, I bought some flowers. The weird part is that I had my keys in my hand with my car alarm remote and ended up accidentally dropping them into the bucket of flower water. Those inside the flower tent were roundly greeted with a choice expletive from my mouth-hole. My alarm unit has held up so far, but I fear internal corrosion now. It’s a hard life. Sometimes bad decisions require nothing more than a firm hand and a blast on the gas pedal.
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I’m not quite sure why this has turned into such a brain expanding year, but it continues to be.
