Congrats Adam!

honeyisfunny wrote:

houseboat wrote:I finally heard Black Woman by Sonny Sharrock two days ago. I'm listening to it now for about the 10th time.

It's just as good as I hoped it would be.

Doesn't it just make you want to run through the streets naked and unashamed? Doesn't it?

I'm trying to write an essay on Sam Beckett, but instead I'm just listening to this on repeat and smoking.

'A Portrait of Linda in 3 Colours, all Black' certainly makes me want to disrobe and wail.

Salut, Sonny.

(If anyone has MORE of his OUTPUT, and would be willing to upload it to the sendspace thread, I would worship them).

So I have an unexpected day off today, and I decided to use it the wise way: cleaning my apartment.

When I went under the sink to get some Mr. Clean (it's so effective because it's got serious toxins in it) and I noticed that the bottle was sticking to the bottom of the cabinet.

A forgotten can of soda had leaked. Ugh.

So now I have to re-line the cabinet with shelf liner (I always line my shelves and cabinets for easy cleanup from instances such as these) which is going to seriously cut into my living room cleanup time.

Grrrr.

burun wrote:So I have an unexpected day off today, and I decided to use it the wise way: cleaning my apartment.

When I went under the sink to get some Mr. Clean (it's so effective because it's got serious toxins in it) and I noticed that the bottle was sticking to the bottom of the cabinet.

A forgotten can of soda had leaked. Ugh.

So now I have to re-line the cabinet with shelf liner (I always line my shelves and cabinets for easy cleanup from instances such as these) which is going to seriously cut into my living room cleanup time.

Grrrr.

It could have been a two-year-old bag of carrots, burun.

Has it ever been a two-year-old bag of carrots?

I hope for your sake it is never a two-year-old bag of carrots.

daniel robert chapman wrote:It could have been a two-year-old bag of carrots, burun.

Has it ever been a two-year-old bag of carrots?

I hope for your sake it is never a two-year-old bag of carrots.

Did you have to clean up a two-year old bag of carrots?

I cannot imagine the nastiness of that particular deliquesced vegetable matter.

so. tired.

Spent the day so far disentangling myself from my now-former band.

"Here's the log in for the CD Baby account. I changed it to your email address. Here's the PayPal account info... Here's the ftp info..."

I put it all in an email.

It would be a sadder occasion if I wasn't so exhausted already from all the bullshit of the last few months of DRAMA.

One door closes....

Last night-->

Plush + several pints of Guinness + some good friends = warm and gooey fun

God 150 dollar bonus at the new gig today because I'm doing so well.

I really didn't think was doing that well.

4 people have gotten hired come in for a day or two and quit so far since Jan 1st, I think they just don't want a mass die off of the workforce.

Whatever, I'll take it.

Got all my work done by 11:30am. Took a two hour lunch, got a new back tire for the Vespa.

Back at work, 3.5 hours of nothing to go.

Gosh, thanks for the nice comments!

It's all gone refreshingly polite here for a change!