To those of you whom are interested in Project Condo, I have finally installed the carpet and have moved in most of my belongings. It's about time. It was a project that went two months over the original estimate of completion. However, after four months of hard work and dedication I have a completely remodeled home to call my own. Yay!
As for additional useless information, our second show was a delight. However, I felt odd playing a house party. Purely for the fact that I don't think any one really cared about listening to an original band at a party. At least at a bar people attend with full intention to see a band.
Anyway, that's just my jaded opinion, and what importance is that...none!
It's a three day weekend coming up and I am as excited as can be. Now that the condo is mostly complete I think I will spend my weekend resting and relaxing. I really need that because I feel like I've been running around like a crazed lunatic (I know, it's reduntant...maybe "chicken with it's head cut off" would have been a better analogy, but I'm not one for clichés). Therefore, in the spirit of Labor Day, I hope everyone takes the time to stay home, not work, and enjoy the shit out of the weekend.
Later

KING OF CONTRADICTION

I can never make up my mind. One minute I'm for something, the next minute I'm not. Decision making has never been my forte. It amazes me how unbelieveably manipulative I am. One good speech and I'm sold. I hate that quality of myself. Late night tele-watching can be brutal. Hmm...maybe I do need a universal ab crunching machine. Or maybe a rotisserie would be nice to have. I still have yet to make a purchase off of an infomercial, but some day I'm sure I will. That scares me.
I hate political debates. I hate them because I do not understand them. My ignorance prevents me from participating. Taliban, 911, Iran, Iraq...just let me live my boring life with blinders on. Anything I say or do won't prevent anything. And even if I did watch CNN 24 hours a day, or read every newspaper article, I'll never really know the truth because the truth is never told to civilians. As far as I'm concerned, when the bomb hits, I hope it lands on my house. Because I'd rather die instantly that die from radiation poisoning or some uncuriable infection that slowly rots away parts of my body. My ignorance keeps me bliss. Of course, one strong rebutle from any one of my friends may change my mind about this whole subject. I don't know...I guess that's why I feel I am the King of Contradiction.

I have nothing to say today.
I wanted to blog, but my thoughts are not in right now.
Played poker last night. I won $10. That was probably the highlight of my week.
Practice was weird yesterday. But in the end, we accomplished adding a new song to our list.
No practice this Sunday. Which is good because I have to finish my kitchen cabinets. All my appliances are in place, I just need to get the cabinets done. Hopefully Jones will assist me with that. I need to confirm he will be available on Sunday.
Wow, this is boring. Maybe I'll have something better to say next time.
Ciao

"Success has a thousand fathers; failure is an orphan." – JFK

Clients can be a pain in the ass. My major bitch of the day is the simple fact that we never get back-up from the client. Especially when the client has to report to their bosses. They tell us to do something, and when it goes wrong, they bitch and point fingers. But when it turns out to be good they take all the credit. I'm a monkey. A disposable monkey. Typing away on a computer 1000 miles from the client. Clickity clack, clickity clack. The sad thing about working for a big corportation is we're all expendable. Reality sucks.

Life can be intoxicating.
And with every inebriated state of mind you can find yourself stumbling around like a drunken monkey.
Our first show was interesting. It was fun and yet I received no excitement from it. My pessimistic attitude keeps me from enjoying life. Were the applause sincere, or purely out of kindness. Were the compliments genuine, or incessent babbling from some close friends. I choose the positive to the negative. Either way, I had fun. Mistakes were inevitable. I most definately had my fair share of errors. Something I did appreciate was the criticism, critiques and suggestions. One thing you learn in advertising is how to take creative criticism. Everyday I'm subjected to having my work analized, torn down, reworded, and redirected until something pleases both the client and the agency.
I guess that's all I have to say for today. Until next time, remember, always strive to be different, just like everyone else.

In reguards to my previous entry, nothing gets better. As I thought the Lomo camera was in good condition, I took the first role of film in to be develop and...no pictures turn out. So I attempted to shoot another role of film to see if I loaded it wrong, but same thing. It's pulling the film, but not completely. It actually tears the roll on the edges. What the fuck. Why do I get screwed like this.
Oh yeah, something else I forgot to tell everyone is we changed our band name...again. We are now "Romans Ran Faster". Romans Ran Faster? Yes, Romans Ran Faster. I like it. It says a lot about how lazy society is today compared to the Romans. At least that's my take on the name. I think I'll ask Jay what he was thinking when he came up with this witty label for our band.
Oh well, to let you all know, I packed up the Lomo and sent it back. I wrote the guy who sent it to me and requested my money back. Hopefully everything will go smoothly from here. Or else I'll be very upset. I hope I don't lose that initial $120 dollors I spent. I will cry.

Welly, welly, welly, well! Where do I begin. Let's start with the camera I bought on e-bay.
So I decide to bid on a Lomo LC-A Compact Camera on e-bay last week and I win. Mind you the seller titles the product as "Lomo LC-A Compact, NEW". Now to me the term new means it is untouched, unused, and in perfect condition. About a week later I recieve a small box through the United States Postal Service. The excitement fills my entire body, it's here! So I open the nicely wrapped package to find a used, cracked box that looks about as old as my dad's 1971 record player he's been saving in case he decides to play his vast collection of Mariachi LP's. Talk about disappointment. I open the cracked box and reveal a used, dented, scratched up camera with a xerox copy of the instruction manual In RUSSIAN. In Fuckin Russian!?!?!
That's my life, a series of bad decisions with a couple of slaps in the face when I'm not looking.
Anyway, the good thing about this whole dibachle is the fact that when I wrote a very stern letter to the seller, he was actually sympathetic to the situation. He said I could either send it back and he would refund my entire payment, or I can keep it and he will give me back 22 pounds. Well, the camera cost me 75 pounds which is $120 U.S. dollors so if I keep it, it will only cost $85.
After I heard this I decided to go to a local camera shop to have it looked at. The good thing about this is the clerk said that considering it is a 1989, the camera is in good condition. Everything on the camera is in working order and it should be fine. And he said that $85 is a very good price to pay for a used Lomo. Therefore I think I am going to keep it. So to make a long story short...too late, I decided I will keep the camera.
As for everything else, it's the same old disappointing life. My condo keeps getting put on hold because I am always working late or going out of town on buisiness. My love life is stale, expcept when I go to New York and get to see my sweet little Aimee. The band is going good, but it takes away from me getting my condo finished becuase we have practice in the middle of sunday. Plus, to top it all off, I'M BROKE. I've spent all my money on the condo and I am now living check to check. The good thing is that I own the condo and I am not renting. Which means if things ever get real bad I can always sell the place and get a good return considering it is completely remodeled.
I guess that's all I have to say for today. But I will leave you with this one quote. "What doesn't kill you can only make you stronger...or as bitter as an old man in shopping mall."