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Safe as houses?

It is a sad fact of human psychology that, once one has something, it is really, really, really hard to give it up again. It's especially hard for me, because I am a pack rat born of pack rats who were born of pack rats. I have books I'll never read again, CDs and LPs I'll never listen to again, DVDs and Blu-Rays I'll never watch again, clothes I'll never wear again, games I'll never play again . . . hell, musical instruments I'll never play again—and it's like pulling teeth for me to give them away or donate them to a thrift store or library. It's sometimes even difficult to sell them.

And there's one possession in particular that I know it would be in my best interests to get rid of, but I just can't bring myself to do it: my house.

My house is . . . well, let's just say it's got "character". And yes, that does in some ways mean "charm", but in others it means problems. The longer I live here, the more I want to kick the previous owner squarely in the ball-sack. He was a contractor. He did a lot of his own "improvements". But you know the saying about the cobbler's children? Apparently it also applies to the carpenter's house. He took shortcuts. A lot of them. And I'm still finding them, seventeen years after first moving in.

Anyway, without going into too much detail, I'll just say that living here in expensive. Not only is the mortgage payment fairly high (that's my own fault—too many refi's), but I'm having to have repairs done to things that never should have broken or worn out in the first place. So, yeah, it would be cheaper for me to sell the house and find a more modest place to rent. I don't really need a four-bedroom, two-bathroom house, even with my brother living with me. If I could find a two-bedroom, bath-and-a-half house somewhere, that would be fine. Or a two- to three-bedroom apartment (although I'm still leery of apartments after having lived at the postage stamp*).

But I can't. The thought of selling, of moving, of giving up this house . . . it scares me to death!

*Sigh* Oh, well.


*The Bancroft Street apartment, which was 450 square feet, also had paper-thin walls. I have a band. We usually rehearse at my house. If I had an apartment, this would be a lot more difficult.

An unpopular topic: Dentists

If anyone is looking for a new dentist, I highly recommend Dr. Maricela Murillo. She has such a light tough with the novocaine needle that, I swear, I couldn't even tell she was injecting me. And her hygienists are top-notch. She's accepting new patients right now, so go to her web site and give her a call.

Super Powers

Today I dug up my old, long-aborted recording of a cover of Ookla the Mok's "Super Powers" and redid it basically from scratch. I kept the drums. But I re-recorded everything else. I think it came out pretty good, but I'm probably gonna keep working on it for a while.

And yes, before you ask why I'm doing all this recording, I am working on another album. Doctor, Captain, Dovakiin, Chief is done except for cover art, and that will be done soon. I'm working on the next one, The B.A.M.F.s.


A day of surprises

Yesterday went somewhat differently than I expected it would. And not badly. In fact, it was quite a positive experience all around.

First, as I was getting ready for a movie day with my dear friends caprine, chorale, and whswhs, I got a text from another dear friend who is undergoing radiation therapy for cancer and needed help acquiring food for the month. So I cancelled the movie day and spent three hours helping my friend stock up. It ended up being a very nice outing. We caught up on the last few years and talked about all sorts of things. By the time we were done, I felt really good. I'm still sorry that I had to bow out of the movie day, but I still had a good time running the errand of mercy. (Hopefully we'll be able to reschedule the movie for a day sometime soon.)

Then, just before I was about to head out to Lestat's for the show, I got a message on Facebook from an ex-girlfriend saying (I paraphrase), "Hey, I'm in town. Would it be okay if I came to see your show tonight?" So I replied, "Heck yeah!" Then I got to Lestat's and dragondancer515 was already there with a whole bunch of her friends. And later on, my friends Jeff and Max showed up, who haven't been to a show in a long time. We ended up with an audience about twice the usual size, and it was an awesome show.

So, yeah. Yesterday kinda rocked. It was great to see old friends, and it was great to see people in the audience who hadn't been to a show in a long time.

I ended up doing some additional recording and editing on "25 or 6 to 4" today, and I think it makes the first verse pop a bit more. I also did some editing and mixing on "Grinning Joker". Feeling pretty good about both of them. Probably still have more work to do, though.


An unexpectedly productive day

This morning, I got up and started noodling around with an arrangement for Chicago's "25 or 6 to 4", and I liked it, so I fired up GarageBand and started to record parts of it. I ended up finishing it about 8 o'clock this evening. Then I went and recorded a second song, "Grinning Joker", which went much more quickly—I finished around 10:30.

So ... yeah. Two songs recorded in one day. Not bad.

New Video

RIP David Robert Jones, better known as David Bowie

Things That Only Ever Happen in Video Games

No. 1: Like Ninepins

Only in video games will you ever encounter a group of enemies all standing in a pool of flammable liquid directly underneath a convenient lit lantern.


Can't brainz today. I has teh ded.


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