You foul mouthed whore master!

Had my second voice lesson this morning, which went fairly well except it was one of those times where I start to wonder what the fuck I'm doing and maybe I have absolutely no business shelling out money just to try to sound passable instead of mortifyingly bad. But oh well, too late now! I also have to set up the Casio (which I STILL recall all three of us getting as a family present in the late 80s) in here to practice. Good times. That Casio hasn't seen real action in a while, it should be happy.



Today I have to finish wrapping up touching up the photos from Emily & Gene's wedding, so I can send a CD to them as well as her parents. They recently got back from Bali, and while it sounds really wonderful, it was also accompanied by, "I can't believe I fucking got attacked by sea lice!" and really, that sort of dissuades me a little. (Then again, I got a LEECH on me in the rainforest in Thailand, but it was not the Stand By Me moment I always dreaded leeches would bring).

Also, I left my camera battery on the front seat of Emily's car! So it came back to me, aw.

I'll be working here in the computer room, where I recently moved my record player. (And since D's at work all day I can open up ALL THE WINDOWS FOR THIS GREAT BREEZE!! Uh, apparently that really drives him crazy and he HAS TO have the AC on. Anyhoo). I didn't have speakers for the player so I purchased some at Best Buy (and I won't get into their awful service, which actually is a modicum better than it used to be but still rates below donkey-raping bad). So now I can listen to my records again! I have a very decent collection, largely passed down from my father. Started off with Afro Blues Quintet (meh), followed by All About Rain (various artists, fun), then The Guitar Worlds of Laurindo Almeida (very great stuff), and currently Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass. Holy shit, this has to be the most dated album I've heard in years. It reminds me of Tom Servo listening to the Mitchell opening credits going, "Hey, any song with wakka-chi-wakka in it is ok by me."

Seriously, I think this album has to go.

And speaking of purchasing appliances and the like, both the lights in my fridge have simultaneously gone out. I can only deduce it knows I was looking at stainless steel ones at Lowe's (whose selection actually is way the fuck better that Home Depot, look at that)! I can't lie--it's true, I was looking, baby. And I just may buy one soon. The one we have now is from 1982 (ok, maybe I don't know) and it has a real nice mucus-white coloration, but you know, it just doesn't do it for me.

Ok, it's nearly lunch time and therefore 24 time. Jack finally killed this annoying bitch who has plagued the series for three seasons. And seeing as how there are a couple of those, I'm not giving anything away if you haven't seen it yet.