Sunday, November 27, 2005

On being busy over the holidays.

"I'm never cooking thanksgiving dinner diner again. I don't ever want to stick my hand up a turkey's butt again." -- C. Flick... on being asked how busy she would be over the holidays.

"Hey, come on, come on, come on... run... yeah!" -- What I just heard from downstairs. It must be football season.

Saw Hershey Felder performing as Monsieur Chopin at the Royal George theater on Friday. Was a good performance, but I felt that the reviews by WFMT were fair in assessing him as not a superb pianist. It was a good performance, but it really makes you recognize the challenge of playing Chopin's music. I think the Gershwin would have probably been a more fun and interactive show. I guess he will be bringing it back for a couple of weeks in December. Maybe I'll get to go after all. They're also having a sing-along on New Year's eve which may be interesting.

Saw Harry Potter this weekend. Good. Fairly true to the book: long.

Pray to St Anthony for the safe return of my missing gloves. Otherwise I'll have to return to Costco for another pair. Fortunately only $10.

Dinner at Mom's again... right now.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Tagging.

I don't know what a meme is. I do know that the link on the comments from my November 15th post is broken.... there should be no slash after the ".html/".

I also know that "www.papafamilias..." should not have a www... that's two botched links out of two. Tut-tut Chris!

So on to my confessions.... I'm usually one of the last people in to work.

I confess that I recently had the urge to learn Chinese.

I confess that I have not exercised since ending my soccer season, and I have back pain because of it. I haven't run or lifted anything heavy in months.

I confess that I have spent more time sitting in my studio playing with recording gear than I have doing house work.

I confess that I recorded myself singing "You may be right" by Billy Joel.

I confess that I really want a Guinness and Chris owes me one and I haven't collected because I haven't seen him (besides at my party) since I started dating Maggie.

Now tell me, am I supposed to tag somebody else? I don't understand this game.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

No blog entries.

My last blog entry was the day I started dating Maggie. That pretty much explains the radio silence. Maggie is awesome. I met her through soccer. I calculated the odds of meeting a person like her on a soccer team, and came up with 1/17,345,599,232. I consider myself pretty lucky.

The lotto today was $315 million. We didn't win the lotto. But it was fun to play. Nick and Kevin and I sat and watched them draw the numbers. It goes way too fast. We should get Tivo and play it in super slow motion next time. Too bad I don't care that much.

Things have been going well. Work is good. The studio is coming back together. Kevin Antene is now a roommate, and wants to stick around. I'm planning on setting up a room in the basement, so I can get him into a proper room. I think that project might start soon. I'm thinking I'll need to do some asbestos abatement before that starts. Then I think I'll just put in a couple of walls and some insulation call it a room. That should be good enough.

My party went well. My coach house is finished... it still needs some paint. My list of 45 things to do before the party grew to over 50, and never got nearly finished. After the party I lost the list.

I took a bunch of pictures of a project to fix my ancient toilet. I never posted them. The toilet just had an old wax seal needing replacement. I replaced it, but everything seemed to go wrong in the process. I still have a slow drip at the threads of one of the ancient pipes. It used to have caulk, and now I know why. I have been caulking it, and it gets progressively better, but still has a nagging leak.

I actually read a couple of books in the last few months, including Harry Potter, the Goblet of Fire. It was good. I'm starting to read the tail end of the Bible that I never did finish. Chris Luther is planning to become a priest.