Music night

Me and Tom and Peggy and Cindy sang and played after the Lunders provided an amazing meal (braised pork chops and many vegetables and garlic cheese bread) and I got to perform my two new tunes, which is always loads of fun.

I made it through both of them without forgetting anything.  As far as I can tell everybody liked them. I love the feeling I have when I’ve written something new.  I’m all shivery with excitement and can’t wait until Jeff’s at work and I can pace up and down the house with the guitar hung around my neck, singing very loud.

Earlier in the day Keith and I hung out with Mike, and that was fun too.  The rest of the day I practiced my two new songs and wrote more lyrics and made sure everything was written down, lyric wise.

Update… re Redskins

I am writing in response to your email to the Redskins concerning the

recent stories in the Washington Post.  The Post’s reporting has been
significantly one-sided, incomplete, and inaccurate.  I would be happy
to discuss the issues in these stories with you any time if you would
like to call me.  I don’t have your number, but my office number is
below.

David P. Donovan

General Counsel

Washington Redskins

21300 Redskin Park Drive

Ashburn, VA  20147

I’m going to put together a list of questions after I talk to Jeff and Loki.  I want to call this guy.

Science roundup

I loves me some cheap mass storage.

I should probably bring the results of this study to Katie’s attention. Hair stylists and social services?

A great idea for cleanup of radioactive areas…. love the picture of the waldo.

I talk to the trees…. and now they’re actually talking back. No, not really, but that’s the way to bet.

Great, a Taser version of an elephant gun.

Brain, brain, go away.  The examination of and debate over male/female brain differences continues.

Creating your way to reproductive success.

Can I pat myself on the back for linking to the metal velcro article two days before boingboing?  I AM a trendspotter, after all.

Joke of the day

A mathematician walks into a bar and asks for ten times the number of drinks anyone else normally has.

“Wow!” says the barkeep, “That’s an order of magnitude.” (Stolen from the front page of reddit).

Okay, so yesterday was a little intense.  I got up thinking “I am a lazy sea cow,” and immediately went to the computer and, start to finish, got “Brew Your Own” done.  Chords, lyrics, da works.  Then I went to the kitchen and cleaned it, including the bottom of the stove where gross stuff had leaked out of the last couple of pies, and putting away everything that had gone ahoo, and taking out the recycling, and cleaning the sinks, and the stove top and the counters.  Then I shined two pairs of shoes, dusted the treadmill, ran a load of laundry, hung pegs in the hallway, hung my guitar hangers, and then Katie came over and got completely caught up with True Blood and showed me her new tattoo (Katie has ONE SIZE IN TATTOOS. LARGE), so Kiss it and a big pair of lips are now tattooed on her butt.  I am very glad Katie is living where she is as she is obviously much mentally healthier than she used to be, but she’s turning into a damned big canvas.  Next tat will be a Tenniel illustration, either the caterpillar or the cat, behind her ears.  Anyway, while Katie was here I wrote two new songs and wrote down the lyrics… I’ll be practicing the songs enough today to be able to transcribe them into Songwriter. At this rate I’ll never catch up, but I’m smiling this morning… and I got enough sleep, too.

I think I should always be taking vitamin D, the change in my mood since I started taking it has been amazing.

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I bagged on the puddle yesterday, but in good news, I have lost ten pounds since I quit working and the trend continues.  Who the hell knew that eating less and exercising more would work?  I am looking forward to v..e..r..y slowly losing the rest of it.  Keith is dragging me out to exercise today. Paul and Keith and Katie went jogging on Saturday, can you credit it?  I thought it was happening at one, so I was shopping on Main St. I bought…. a pick guard.  Two instrument wall hangers.  A gig bag to replace the trashed one which Eddie whizzed on.  It was trashed before Eddie whizzed on it; I hated the damned thing and the zippers were junk.  I came this close to getting a guitar stand, but no. Margot continues to enjoy her cat toy, to the extent that she came and slept with it while it was charging on my bed last night.  Although her appearance in my room was probably triggered by Eddie permacrabbing at her in the hallway last night. Yes, I permanently mounted a power bar a railing on my bunk bed.  There are four items plugged into it currently, three of them chargers for various gadgetty things. Nascar yesterday.  I am starting to like it, because when I watch it I go into this really creative zone.  Whatever works.  I solved a story problem while watching the race yesterday and went upstairs to write it down.  At one point a car spun out, exploding grass divots into the air at 150 miles an hour, and then ‘wearing’ said grass divots as it went into Pit Road.  Keith and I looked at each other, and Keith said, “Camouflage; you’re doing it wrong!” which cracked me up.  It even went back onto the track with grass stuck in the bumper, reminding me irresistibly of a muscleman with spinach in his teeth. I can’t leave a message for Katie because Daxus filled her mailbox.  Katie just shrugs.  Since the phone’s in my name, I’m going to block it his number for her; she’s looking for work right now and it’s essential that she have access to her voicemail. Thursday Brian C. and Chari are coming over for dinner and la musica.    Mike will be free that evening and bring that sweet electric twelve string he recently rescued from his parent’s basement.  It makes everything sound like a Byrds song. Today…. all the things I haven’t been doing, like getting my taxes mailed off and booking a truck to empty the storage locker, and maybe, just maybe, knocking off another song.

lily from Cousin Gerald

I love it when men send me flowers 😉

lily

I finished Beloved Coworker – I am Very Happy with the way it turned out.

Keith is here and we’re going to go to the puddle later.

Jeff finished my taxes (I only gave him the last of the missing paperwork this past week) and according to the numbers they owe me money.  This also means, that Katie can get HER taxes in and thus get about 800 dollars back.  w00t, as they say.

Okay, back to the homily.  I will kick ass, in a respectful way, if the universe hangs that way.