Hmm.. it appears this blogger, though it could not possibly be more convenient, is starting to grow cobwebs. I thought I’d sit down here every day and get wordy as hell, but it turns out that when you go back to working 8 hours a day (and while at work you are staring at a computer), not only is your life a bit more dull, but you don’t even want to SEE a computer when you get home.

I have a huge ‘To Do’ list running now. Starting a job and getting rid of a car at the same time is rough. Especially when you had no money right up until that point. Since all I’ve done is bitch about those problems and how they took up so much damn time, I’ll quit my bitchin’ right now.

This week Miranda’s Moon was reunited, briefly. We were told by our fearless leader, Takeaway, that we had a show this Saturday. We knew nothing except the date until a couple of days ago, and now we ALSO know what city. So the guy who is trying to hook us up with this show is a promotional/agent/bookie type guy. You’d think, no matter how disorganized this fool is, that by the day before the show you’d want to give the band you’re promoting a time, a location… something. Well, we have none of that, and though Takeaway may have remained confident about it all, even he started to doubt this is going to happen.

The rest of the band finds it hilarious, and wishes Takeaway would take the same approach. Even Humes, who came from freakin’ Minneapolis to play, could care less! A bit more background on this show (hopefully this is not redundant to previous blog entries) .. we were originally told we’d be opening for Lisa Marie Presley. That was a show in August. Then we were told we might be booked to open for Coldplay! They suck nuts, and although it would have been a great opportunity, I’m glad we don’t have to get too near to them.

Ben, if you’re still reading my blog… I’m a fuckin’ idiot. Not only did I have your number in my phone, but you left it for me on my voicemail. I’ll give you a call soon, and I’ve been reading YOUR blog regularly. Sounds like shit’s goin’ well.

Okay, I’ll be back soon with some more commentary, but for now… tide yourself over with THIS—>
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First off, Ben.. since I don’t believe I have your new phone number, I can’t call you to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I hope you had a great day! I have been stupid busy lately, and none of it was all that fun.

Of course, my birthday just passed as well. I worked, I went out to dinner, I came home and I slept. Not too exciting. The remaining members of the band started practicing again, which is a good thing. We’ve been working on songs with me behind the drum kit, and John picking up the slack playing Moog AND guitar. So far we’ve learned one long and rather intricate song, which we all like a lot. The demo remains in limbo. I’m really looking forward to the day we can pass that baby out to labels and promoters and such.

I also had to turn in my car. 2000 Jetta with around 40 million extra miles on it. 4 years of rocks hitting the hood, slapping against the windshield like god damn bullets. Of course they charged me for them. Bastards. If I could’ve safely dodged all rocks on the highway without killing myself or another person, in all those situations, I would’ve expected an award of some type. That’s assuming that a human could even spot something like that about to happen. So I ask you, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, shall I be expected to pay for these damages?! NAY!

Regardless of my flawless argument, I was charged… but not for much. Click here for a picture of what went down.

After I turned her in, we checked out aquariums in our quest to have a sweet one going in the hallway of our place. Then mexican food.

Today was the Smitty Tour, where I played horribly to start, then got better on the back 9. We played Ironwood, which was a really nice course with no sand traps and the shittiest hole layout illustrations I’ve ever seen. I did only lose one ball all day, to a pond where it rolled in. It was a really gorgeous day today though.

It’s a proven fact that I drag ass on lots of things when my girlfriend’s in town. This blog is no exception. My kitchen is also a monument of ass-dragging at this moment. Today I don’t have anything lined up, except to remedy my messy situation. Laundry is on that list too.

At work I still don’t have a whole lot to do. My boss is aware that he may have “jumped the gun” on hiring me, I think, but he tries to keep me busy anyway. I’ve been burning CD”s at home for work though, copying this training CD that people have to watch. Today I’ll finish that chore.

The band has resumed practicing after we realized we had no reason not to practice as a three-piece. For now, I’m playing drums instead of guitar, which is kind of fun, though I’m a bit rusty. Oh yeah, and our kit sucks to no end. Mmm damn and I broke a snare head last night. Shit, I had forgotten about that. We’re using this snare drum we affectionately named “Norma-Jean.” It actually SAYS ‘Norma’ on the side. Even though Norma-Jean is old and shitty, I’d still elevate her beyond the entire rest of the kit based on her name alone. My high-hats are nice though, and the stand for them is ultra-low-end, but it’s at least NEW. SO… we’re learning some new songs which is a good feeling. Plus they sound wicked sweet.

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