Oh, I'd Say It's Time
So, it's one thirty in the AM, and I'm listening to (admitedl¥ good) music on the radio (or would that be "teh radio?") I've taken two calls, I've nearly fallen asleep three times, including (but not limited to) the last three hears of the architechture behind te games. Which, of course, makes no sense. I'm not even resembline english at his πoinlt. I'm a little scared.k, but only a little... ... ... ... I need to fall asleep...
-J
Phone Buddy
I wish I was in bed. Actually, I wish I was asleep next to my girlfriend right now. Instead, I'm awake, I'm working as a "Phone Buddy" at my radio station (where I have a radio show every Wednesday nights 7 - 9), working as an answering dude like the various people from the Public Television phone banks durring their donation weeks. The big difference, of course, is that I'm playing on the internets, and not working very hard, and they tend to be on the phone the whole time (ie: not picking their nose whilest on the internets looking at adult material... ... ... which I wouldn't do. I'd only do that at home. I'm looking at late-teen pron. read: victoria secret catalogs and the lingere sections of the sears catalog).. ... ... yeah. I was drinking a little before I made it up here. Just a bit. But, that's ok. Wine is good for my heart right? Right.
I'm working, in my head, for some things that, while I may have mentioned them already, I don't want to talk about them again yet. Hopefully, I'll be able to put a few projects together in the next few months, and hopefully I'll be able to do them well. One of them is definately going to be a MythTV box. In a old nintendo case. God, how badly do I want that excuse to get a dremel tool?
-Jon
Why Have I Not Heard of This
I should be asleep. I should have gotten in bed a while ago. I didn't, because of ironing. It's something I've avoided for the vast majority of my 27 years (coming up on 27 and a half, don't you forget), and it's something I'm really, really, not happy to be doing at this point. But, alas. My job. It says... it says I needs them. Those there ironed shirts... ... ... and ties. That's right. Ties. Can you see me in a tie? For anyone who reads this here site that doesn't know me, I don't wear ties. Hell, I barely wear shirts buttoned up. Hawaiian shirts, and a couple of other sweater-type (not actual sweaters. They bug the hell out of me) and a faux-turtle-neck. That's about the width and breadth of my wardrobe. Mostly, however, hawaiian shirts. It's always a bad night for Jon when he realizes, seconds from falling asleep, that he needs to iron his shirt... and... oh hell, the pants aren't ironed either. Because I suck at life and planning. I do, really.
All of this leads me to, tomorrow I will be tired. And I want to know, why... dear, sweet lord, have I not been aware of this before today. I'll need it tomorrow, and don't put it past me to call around town to see if anyone carries it in stock. I don't care if it tastes like Mr. Segal pissed in a can and sold it as an energy drink, I'll drink it, and drink it happily. That mother f*ker died for us in Executive Decision and don't think that I've forgotten about it.
-Jon
For Doc
This is for Doc. I don't think all that many other folks will get it. Hell, I barely get it. But I still laughed out loud.
Also: I will update soon. I will begin writing again soon. I will begin recording again soon. I will release a new CD this year. That is my vow. To you, to myself. Even if I have to lock myself in my room with nothing but recording gear, a camp stove, 15 gallons of water, a pot and enough Ramen to feed an army... I will do it. I swear it.
-Jon
Hopefully Soon
I have literally nothing to say on here. I've just been boring lately. Hopefully I'll have something to say soon.
-Jon
exploitatoin
A list of things Jon likes to exploit (in no particular order)
- the gulibility of children
- migrant workers
- badly worded corprate policies at retail establishments
- the kindness of strangers
- thinsulate
- the economies od scale
-Jon
Glasses
So , I know I haven't posted... like, at all. But. Well, that's my perogitive. I could go on and on about my life and a war with fishes, but I won't. Instead I'll tell you a story about how I lost my glasses. See, it all happened last night when I had a few beers and did some Wii Bowling (I'm a pro. Heh heh heh). So, Nick wanted me to watch a movie with him. Or maybe it was sleep in his bed. I'm not entirely sure, to be honest. Anyways. So then I woke up this morning and I couldn't find my glasses and I had to go to work... Where I happened to find my glasses on the table. Which leads me to the part of the story I don't quite remember. So, Nick apparently took my glasses off and I freaked out because I knew I wouldn't remember where they were, so he brought them in and I'm an idiot.
Also: if anyone has contact info for Davis now that he's in London, could you let me know? I haven't e-mailed him in forever, we only chat, so I don't know what e-mail he's using. Yup, I'm an idiot. I've been having a dumb week, but more of that later.
-Jon