Note to Self

Twitter and Facebook seem to have a lot more down time than Blogger. Google.

Note to Self

Next time the Winter Olympics are on change your start page in Firefox so you won't need to see depressing crap like this cluttering every square inch of your computer screen:

U.S. stuns Canada
Team Canada falls to U.S.
What's wrong with team Canada?
U.S. Hockey stuns Canada
Waking Its Neighbors, U.S. Upsets Canada
Groan, Canada, groan
Marty Brodeur blows it against the Americans

Bleh.

Note to Self

You haven't been playing drums/music at all lately. Best get on the horn to the guys and get some jammin' together before your brain turns completely to mush. Yeah, Miyazaki (and probably most of Japan) kinda sucks when it comes to gigs for middle-aged guys doing classic rock shit, but there's always the rehearsal space. Playin' is playin'. Get that bass drum pedal you've been pining over for the last few months. Spend the money and you won't want to see it wasted gathering dust in the closet. Get those practice CDs done up and pass them out to the boys. How can you hope to make them see your musical vision of "post-psychedelic death folk" if you can't give them some idea of what it might sound like? Buy some new sticks. There's nothing like holding a brand new, un-nicked set of sticks... testing the weight--which one for which hand? ...testing the balance for a nice, loose grip... a few light, tentative taps on the snare and hats... Now they're nicked...

Possibility.

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