Ha!
"Hi there lovely,
I was searching the net few days ago. I am newb to thibs thing.
and saw yobur profile. I deacided to eamail you cause I found
you attractive. I might come down to your city ibn faew weeks.
Let me know if we can meet each other in pberson.
I am attractive girl. I am sbure you won't regret it.
Reply to my personal email at enmm@freemailserv.com"
The best part about that spam is that the name of the sender is Raymond. Yup. Attractive girl. An attractive girl computer. Probably in Portugal somewhere. Perhaps Lisbon. Either way, ain't no way that my prospective girlfriend Raymond is going to be in town soon. Yeah, that made me laugh.
So, I'm going to bed in a bit. Hopefully I'll fall asleep soonish.
-Jon
Hrrmmmm
So. I was about to leave for work. Wait. Let me back up. Let's talk about dreams.
Did you ever have that dream where you were at school or some other public place and everyone was laughing at you because you weren't wearing pants? Well. Yeah. I just started putting on my shoes, and I got to lacing it up before I realized that I should put on pants. I didn't get to sleep until well after three (although, I'm pretty sure it was before four), and now I'm going to work. I think it'll be a long day.
-Jon
Sleep and Blisters
Seeing as how I didn't even touch upon two of the titular subjects in my last post, I figure I should really explain.
Titular Subject One: Blisters. So I ran a bunch of audio cable today. I set up my turntable (it works, but the counter weight is such that walking along our floor makes the record skip. I either need to design a rig to have it completely isolated from walking-induced-floor-quakes, or... reset the counter weight. At this point, I'm honestly not sure which one sounds more appealing to me. On the one hand -- it's a thing that I can turn. Easily and quickly resetting it. On the other hand, I'd get to build a housing that incorporates shocks and bungee cords. But I digress.
When I was at Bill's I purchased a bunch of speaker wire... so I rewired the speakers in the kitchen with real speaker wires instead of my homebrew solution which may, in fact, have been a direct cause of the fuse in the receiver getting blown. To run wires, I needed to strip the wires. To strip the wires I ended up doing a lot of twisting of small wires between my thumb and index finger (or as I like to call it, "The Bird's Useful Next Door Neighbor" not to be confused with "The Birds Lame Next Door Neighbor"), which -- after thirty minutes of wire stripping -- generated a wonderful sized blister on my index finger. Fortunately, it didn't get in the way of my playing tonight.
So that's the blister. The sleep thing -- actually, I might have mentioned a bit about the sleep thing. The one thing I've been meaning to mention for the last week or two -- despite my not sleeping well lately, I do have an advantage working for me right now. I happen to be the proud owner of the Worlds Most Comfortable Sheets(TM). Pure Beech, or something. Ask me and I'll tell you. They rule. Fosho.
Now I'm going to climb into bed and read until I'm ready for sleep -- which will hopefully be soon because I have to be at work in seven hours and fifteen minutes. And... I'm gonna need a shower in the morning. G'night folks.
-Jon
Sleep, Blisters and Star Trek
So, I've not been sleeping all that well lately. It's happened before, and it'll happen again. I find that I really only talk about sleep when I'm not getting it. Eh, such is the way of the human condition. We only talk about the s*t that's pissing us off... or if we're in exstatic bliss. Which sleep isn't something that would ever do to a person. I mean, no matter how wonderfully you sleep, you'll never feel so great about the sleep as, say, the marathon session of... we'll use a Sim's 2 phrase... Woo Hoo™ that got you to sleep in the first place. Alternatively, the keg of beer you drank that allowed you to pass out in peace. Seeing as I've had neither a marathon session of Woo Hoo™ or a keg of beer lately, I've not been sleeping well (this is of course assuming that these are the only two situations where you'd sleep well -- which is false. I have not, however, been getting any of the various other stimulants or depressants that would let me sleep well). So, I'm tired -- but that makes me reasonably productive. Why? Well. Hell. I don't know. And... uh... Don't ask questions that you don't want to know the answers to!
So, today I came home from work early, for which I feel like an asshole. But -- that's another show. Anyways, I got home and I started working on about three projects at once. Which ended up being about two. Anyways, I got BitPim working for the old phone so I could get everything I wanted off of it, and then onto the new phone -- but I'm getting a bit ahead of myself. Before I actually got BitPim working (and yes, this really is the way I work. I start three projects at once and then finish two of them while still thinking about the third and a few more that I haven't started yet) I started working on the Reciever. The Reciever. Ahhh... what to say about it.
I got Jo a couple/three years ago for Christmas. I think she wrote about it. Anyways, the short version of the epic that is this reciever (which I noticed she refered to as an equalizer -- which she wouldn't do now but at that point she'd only known me for but a few months) is that it's died a couple of times. The latest death was just a few short weeks ago when I set up some speakers in the kitchen so I could listen to music whilest cooking or cleaning without blowing up the house with the Wall o' Sound™ that would have been required to get music into the kitchen at a listening volume. So the reciever is dead. I didn't think this was a problem, I figured that it blew it's fuse (literally) and I could just take it down to Bill's and get it fixed. I then proceed to procrastinate for about two weeks.
"What? Bill's is closed? Why? He's getting medical tests? Oh man... that's terrible. I hope he's ok."
"What? Bill's is still closed? When is he going to open up again? I really hope he's ok."
Then I get an e-mail from the Cap. "FYI: Bill's is closing -- going out of business sale the 26th-27th."
So, I went to Bill's yesterday (and yes, I remember that I was talking about a project, I'm getting back to it) and got about $140 worth of speaker cable, needles for a turn table, a turn table, two pairs of speakers, a 4-way speaker select that maintains an 8ohm load on the reciever no matter how many speakers I activate, and the Eddie Murphy music album on cassette. Rock. Anyways, I remembered that the reciever was broken so today, while I was in the middle of the BitPim project, I took the reciever apart and found the fuse. Yup. Broken. Then I decided to go to Bill's again.
It was at this point that I kept working on BitPim and watching Star Trek: First Contact. 45 minutes later Jo and I left for Bill's. I got four fuses and a chance to thank him for everything -- which I was happy about. We got home, I finished work on BitPim then popped the fuse back in and fired up the reciever. It seemed ok, so I ran new speaker wire to the speakers in the kitchen (I was using a modified 8-connector telephone cable), set up the speaker select, got the reciever back in place and then proceeded to play some music through AirTunes to the kitchen and the living room. I love being a geek. I get to do all sorts of fun projects.
I got the stuff with BitPim working too -- although I can't copy programs -- and now have all my stuff on the new phone. So rock again.
I'm going to go find food now. Later.
-Jon
Where It's At!
I got one turn table and two microphones...
Truely, I have many more than two microphones. I think I have... well... at least seven. Probably more... oh, there was the one that I made. So at least 8. Anyways.. It's bedtime, and I need to get to sleep. So I'm going to keep this short. G'night.
-Jon
Oh Man
Someday I'm going to have to get to bed at a reasonable hour. Seriously, I kicked Nick out at like, 11:00 just so I could get into bed and get to sleep by midnight. Look at the timestamp. I didn't quite hit that goal. Of course, I also don't remember if I left a timestamp on the page, so in case I didn't -- it's 20 to one.
I'm going to try to sleep. G'night.
-Jon
If You Want to See a Show
If you've never had the opportunity to see me play some music all night, or if you want to see it again. I'm going to be playing Gallagher's just about every Saturday night for the next two months. I might take one or two nights off, but that's about it. So. There ya go. Check it.
Now I have to go to bed so I can get up early and drive to Chi-Town to see Davis.
-Jon
Damn Damn Damn
There are times in a persons life where everything seems... well. Distant, and all up in your face. Hi. I'm there. I've got life issues right now, and as a result I'm not doing a few of the things that I've been working fairly hard on getting into the habit of; namely eating well and exercising. So, not only am I just sort of freaking out, I'm also eating crap and feeling all sorts of lethargy, what a fantastic combination. Right now the lethargy isn't so much a problem, it's the crap I've been eating. I'm all sorts of wonky in the inside, and that is keeping me up. Fortunately I don't have to get up early tomorrow. I do, however, have to get up early on Saturday, then work all day, then play a show Saturday night, then get up early(ish) and drive to Chi-Town to see Davis. Which I'm totally excited about, I'm just going to have a long weekend. Ahh well. such is life.
I'm gonna go poop now, maybe I'll feel better.
-Jon
There is No Other
Happy Momma's Day everyone. I hope you called your Mom, I did. We didn't talk for very long, but... you know. Whatever. I'm gonna get her Mom's day present tomorrow or the next day -- and if not then, then eventually. We'll see. I'm a bad son... I didn't get it to her by Mom's day. I'm doing better this year, I thought of it in advance. So go me. Next year, I might have purchased it in time, and maybe the year after that I'll even get it to her on time. But... well... Right now I'm really just hoping that I remember to get it for her and send it off.
Speaking of Mr. T. I have a bone to pick with PSAs from the 80s. I think that PSAs set completely unrealistic expectations for me and the way my life would go. Let's think about it for a minute. By the time I turned 10 I fully expected to go ride my bike down the street towards some downed power line and have a member of the GI Joe team come out of nowhere to stop me from trying to jump it. In my head he said something like, "I know you want to jump that power line, but it's dangerous. Why don't we all just agree that you'd jump it like a pimp and move on?" Then we'd all go beat the s*t out of Cobra. If I witnessed a petty theft like shoplifting, McGruff the Crime Dog would come smack me upside the head and tell me to report it, to take a bite out of crime. He might then ask me to take a bite out of him, because seriously, no grown person wears a coat like that and hangs out with kids all the time without some ulterior motive.
Anyways, I figured that by tis point in my life I'd have been scolded by the likes of Mr. T, Charles Barkley, Chuck Norris, Kurt Cameron and Papa Smurf - and would therefore be friends with all of them (I do have a way about me). Those glimpses into other people's near misses with disaster, stupidity, drugs or crime led me to believe in upcoming brushes with fame. F*k you 80's PSAs. F*k you.
-Jon
…
"eellloooo?"
"Jonathan?"
"wha?"
"Happy Mothers day!"
"uhhhhh....."
"Did you remember it's Mother's Day?"
"... .... ......"
"Jonathan?"
""What?!?"
"Alright. I'll call you later."
"Thnks."
This is how I answer the phone at nine thirty in the morning the day after I play a four hour show. My sister may not have know that I played a show last night, that is not an excuse. When will my family realize that calling me before the sun has reached it's zenith is a bad idea?
I'm glad she called though, cuz I gotta get to work.
-Jon
P.S. And yes. I remembered it's Mother's Day. If you forgot, go cal your Mom. Get her a card, or flowers. I'm getting my Mom a spa-type massage. I just haven't had the time to actually get it for her -- it's not because I don't care, it's because I've been insanely busy.