Everyone asks “How are you doing?”. What’s the answer…

Things go.

They could be going better, they could be going worse.

I’ve picked up a new hobby – the guitar. Maybe some day I’ll be able to get the music in my head to come out and play, but it will be a while. I’ve got a Fender Squire, a little Pignose amp, and a Metal Zone distortion pedal right now. Oh – and a couple books. I’m still working on chord progressions right now – scales are next chapter. Songs are next year.

Chinook keeps acquiring parts – I have another load to pickup this weekend from Scalia. My seat still hasn’t arrived. I found the set of pipes I’ve been looking to buy on eBay – hoping to get them for about $300 under retail as long as nobody starts a bidding war with me. I’m considering selling of the Shadow 1100 in a month so I can pay for the engine, paint, and body work much sooner. I’m just itching to get this baby fired up.

Work is nutso. Dating just isn’t happening. Not sure if I’m not trying hard enough, or if I should be trying at all. Little sister is worrying me a little. Her wild side is starting to come back out – haven’t seen it in many years. A little concerned about how well she’s going to keep it under control.

Oh well – time to crank up the amp again for a bit.

Peace out.

Ok – blogger just officially pissed me off for the first time.

I wrote up a post – would have been several pages in word, and hit the fuckin’ button.

It comes back with an error “You’re not signed in – sorry for the inconvienience” – leaving me no way to recover what I just wrote.

So I’m not going to repeat everything – to sum up, things are going pretty good – several high points in the last weekend in the flirting with strangers, moshing, work, and bike building areas.

Going to see Laughing Colors again tonight at the Shark Club. Should be another great show – there are a few people I’ve invited along that I really hope to see there.

However, it’s back to work for a couple hours before the sun goes down… gotta finish this func spec rewrite before I hit partay mode.

Each attempt to clarify

Serves only to confuse

And it feels just like a fracture

But it looks more like a bruise

And my heart can’t bear the weight

Of one more empty “I love you”

And I’ve strained my eyes to blindness

Trying to find a point of view

Now don’t go thinkin’ that I’m crazy

Just because I am

’Cause I wouldn’t act indifferent

If I didn’t give a damn

And if you think this kind of tempest

May just be your cup of tea

Then I’d like to offer you

The heart of me

-Tempest, Mary Prankster

A few definitions before I begin the weekend…

Work A four letter word.

Senior Management Usually a four letter word.

Project Plans Mutual masturbation. Feels good for a moment, but just doesn’t get the job done.

Deadlines A form of black humor practiced widely by senior management.

You’re asking me to try, I am

I believe I’m doing fine

You’re asking me to try, I am

Speak the voices in the crowd

So break me into pieces now

And keep the shining ones

You’re asking me to try, I am

But hear me just this once:

Shut-shut your mouth.

-Big Ones Small Ones, by Laughing Colors