4.29.2008
Addendum (or, additional info)
Here are some pics of the guitar incident just after it happened. Pam took the pics.
4.28.2008
Why Does It Always Rain On Me? (or, The Week Fate Punched Me In The Junk)
So this has been something other than my best week. Last Sunday, On the last play of the last game of basketball at Lincoln Road, I took a hard pass off the tip of my right pinkie finger. This happens a lot, but hurts more than normal. I looked down to discover that my finger, instead of looking like an “l”, looks more like a “z”. I pop my finger back into place and it’s not broken, but doctor says I’m to be in a splint for two weeks (also, no more monkeys jumping on the bed). I should note that the week before I took a hard pass to the temple and was knocked out cold for ten seconds. I’m starting to feel like Mr. Glass from Unbreakable.
Then, this past Friday, I was at Out of the Cold at WMB. There I was, just talking to Steph and Pam as my guitar rested in a corner by itself. Suddenly, and for no discernable reason, my guitar tipped and fell forward, shattering the headstock. Unwarrantied! Unfixable! GUITARLESS’D!
Then today, I’m coming in to work from Conestoga mall and there’s a ginormous backup on King Street. Turns out that there was a huge power outage and the cops are having to reroute away from the area, car by car. I was worried at having to explain to the cop that I have to get through because I work in the affected area, and it turns out that the cop is Sniddy! I was still late though, so it counts.
I leave you with a picture of me and my guitar in better times. Mourn with me, please.
Then, this past Friday, I was at Out of the Cold at WMB. There I was, just talking to Steph and Pam as my guitar rested in a corner by itself. Suddenly, and for no discernable reason, my guitar tipped and fell forward, shattering the headstock. Unwarrantied! Unfixable! GUITARLESS’D!
Then today, I’m coming in to work from Conestoga mall and there’s a ginormous backup on King Street. Turns out that there was a huge power outage and the cops are having to reroute away from the area, car by car. I was worried at having to explain to the cop that I have to get through because I work in the affected area, and it turns out that the cop is Sniddy! I was still late though, so it counts.
I leave you with a picture of me and my guitar in better times. Mourn with me, please.
4.25.2008
4.16.2008
Muffinball or What to do With Muffins of Unknown Vintage
Lüke had some mighty old muffins. How old you say? Well, I can't for the life of me remember a time when those muffins weren't a furnishing in the haus. This is what Kristi, Lüke and I decided to do with them.
We're also considering a bring your own produce baseball league.
We're also considering a bring your own produce baseball league.
4.07.2008
Rock Star OR: The people who usually want my signature are clerks with my credit card
So I'm a rock star again, apparently. This weekend I went to Michigan to play my first of two shows with Critical Mass.
The show was at a high school and I was iimediately hit by how much sportier American high schools are. I spent some of the pre-show time looking over the team photos and they had every sport you could think of (except Curling): Football, volleyball, basketball, baseball, tennis, golf, soccer, bowling (!), track, field, wrestling, swimming, and so on. And with the exception of football and wrestling, every sport had men's and women's, and each gender had three teams per sport. This with a student population of just over 500.
the only other notable differences came at dinner time, when we were offered chili dogs.
ME: (looking at dude-ahead-of-me's hot dog, which looks like someone literally threw up on it) Uh, can I have one without chili?
SERVING LADY: Oh, you're one of the Canadians, aren't you? Guess you don't want this either (points at case of Mountain Dew).
I'd say she was culturally stereotyping me if she wasn't TOTALLY RIGHT. Gotta love the land of the free and the brave and the vomit dogs with a side of chilled urine.
The show itself went really well. Due to usual border anxiety we didn't bother trying to haul my kit over, instead bringing my breakables (cymbals, snare, kick pedal) and hoping the opening band had some decent gear. Fortunately the promoter had asked a friend of his to bring her kit, a Yamaha Stage Custom. She showed up halfway through soundcheck and I almost cried with joy. I should mention that the openers were really, really nice guys who said I could use any of their stuff I wanted. I totally forget what the first band was called, but the second band was called Obsidian Crush and they were very fun. Extremely nice guys, too, especially the drummer, Josh. Check them out if you be diggin' on the pop-punk.
Our set went pretty well. I hadn't played that hard in a long, long time (too many small venues), so I wound up with a cramping hand, three broken sticks and a mild case of whiplash. My ears were also ringing as we were having some monitor problems.
the best part was afterwards. It's been a while since I got to do the post-show schmooze thing and I totally missed it. I signed a bunch of autographs and chatted with fans who were really cool. The Critical Mass guys were super nice about it -- they included me like I had been in the band ofrever and asked me to get in pictures and all that stuff (our bassist, Scott, later told me I "looked the part" of a rock star. I blush). I'm really excited to keep doing this stuff! Someday you'll hear of me, I'm sure.
IN OTHER NEWS: Luke's dirgible race is not going as planned. Somewhere over Tanzania he lost some ballast and wound up having to ground himself lest he float into the atmosphere. Fortunately for him, he met a small primate named Pepe, who weighed just enough to increase his ballast! He has since taken back to the skies and is in search of the race leader.
Caleb can be found dancing in front of the Orange Julius at Fairview as he asks for napkins.
END TRANSMISSION.
The show was at a high school and I was iimediately hit by how much sportier American high schools are. I spent some of the pre-show time looking over the team photos and they had every sport you could think of (except Curling): Football, volleyball, basketball, baseball, tennis, golf, soccer, bowling (!), track, field, wrestling, swimming, and so on. And with the exception of football and wrestling, every sport had men's and women's, and each gender had three teams per sport. This with a student population of just over 500.
the only other notable differences came at dinner time, when we were offered chili dogs.
ME: (looking at dude-ahead-of-me's hot dog, which looks like someone literally threw up on it) Uh, can I have one without chili?
SERVING LADY: Oh, you're one of the Canadians, aren't you? Guess you don't want this either (points at case of Mountain Dew).
I'd say she was culturally stereotyping me if she wasn't TOTALLY RIGHT. Gotta love the land of the free and the brave and the vomit dogs with a side of chilled urine.
The show itself went really well. Due to usual border anxiety we didn't bother trying to haul my kit over, instead bringing my breakables (cymbals, snare, kick pedal) and hoping the opening band had some decent gear. Fortunately the promoter had asked a friend of his to bring her kit, a Yamaha Stage Custom. She showed up halfway through soundcheck and I almost cried with joy. I should mention that the openers were really, really nice guys who said I could use any of their stuff I wanted. I totally forget what the first band was called, but the second band was called Obsidian Crush and they were very fun. Extremely nice guys, too, especially the drummer, Josh. Check them out if you be diggin' on the pop-punk.
Our set went pretty well. I hadn't played that hard in a long, long time (too many small venues), so I wound up with a cramping hand, three broken sticks and a mild case of whiplash. My ears were also ringing as we were having some monitor problems.
the best part was afterwards. It's been a while since I got to do the post-show schmooze thing and I totally missed it. I signed a bunch of autographs and chatted with fans who were really cool. The Critical Mass guys were super nice about it -- they included me like I had been in the band ofrever and asked me to get in pictures and all that stuff (our bassist, Scott, later told me I "looked the part" of a rock star. I blush). I'm really excited to keep doing this stuff! Someday you'll hear of me, I'm sure.
IN OTHER NEWS: Luke's dirgible race is not going as planned. Somewhere over Tanzania he lost some ballast and wound up having to ground himself lest he float into the atmosphere. Fortunately for him, he met a small primate named Pepe, who weighed just enough to increase his ballast! He has since taken back to the skies and is in search of the race leader.
Caleb can be found dancing in front of the Orange Julius at Fairview as he asks for napkins.
END TRANSMISSION.
4.03.2008
Random news (or, my tomato doubles as a cell phone)
So downstairs in the basement of infamy (and percussion), there is a leak that threatens our very way of life. Right now it’s tiny, but with the ridiculous spring thaw that we’re in for I’m willing to bet that the water will sooner than later have us in a Pharaoh’s-army-in-the-Ten-Commandments kind of situation. And not just trickle down our drain. Clearly.
In other news, the Leb’s soft bigotry towards non-fruit-oriented computers reached a new high this week when he discovered that the non-Mac monitor he had purchase in order to…uh…feel more like a security guard (that would also explain the grey uniform in his closet and why he’s always carrying around a flashlight and a coffee) was not what he had wanted. That is to say, its whites were off-white and the text was garbled. At any rate, Caleb has now sworn off any non-produce related technology and has already started plans to grow himself an iPod in our backyard.
Mook is currently embroiled in a dirigible race around the world against Lord Figguris Southampton III of Yorkshire. I think? Details are sketchy.
I am currently preparing for a hopeful return to school this summer, and for a return to the stage with various rock and roll combinations. I’m also enjoying the sunshine and trying to figure out what to do with my holidays this summer. Thoughts? I also spent an inordinate amount of time writing up my thoughts on the prequels of Star Wars, since I just watched them over the last couple of weeks. If anyone’s actually interested I’ll post them. If not…WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME??? Or something.
Oh, Krista has a blog now!
END TRANSMISSION.
In other news, the Leb’s soft bigotry towards non-fruit-oriented computers reached a new high this week when he discovered that the non-Mac monitor he had purchase in order to…uh…feel more like a security guard (that would also explain the grey uniform in his closet and why he’s always carrying around a flashlight and a coffee) was not what he had wanted. That is to say, its whites were off-white and the text was garbled. At any rate, Caleb has now sworn off any non-produce related technology and has already started plans to grow himself an iPod in our backyard.
Mook is currently embroiled in a dirigible race around the world against Lord Figguris Southampton III of Yorkshire. I think? Details are sketchy.
I am currently preparing for a hopeful return to school this summer, and for a return to the stage with various rock and roll combinations. I’m also enjoying the sunshine and trying to figure out what to do with my holidays this summer. Thoughts? I also spent an inordinate amount of time writing up my thoughts on the prequels of Star Wars, since I just watched them over the last couple of weeks. If anyone’s actually interested I’ll post them. If not…WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME??? Or something.
Oh, Krista has a blog now!
END TRANSMISSION.
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