It's very hard to go back to filing now...

The concert went well. I'm trying not to dwell on everything I did wrong, because it went well. Our bassist wasn't there, due to a serious case of baby (congrats, sweetie!), but the bassist for Invisible was a total trooper and learned three songs in less than 24 hours for us, and The Show Went On.

Invisible kicked ass. I am partly awed and partly worried by what gmarc is able to do with that high-hat. Their original, "Little Black Plane," was a favourite, I think, and I'll confess to being very impressed with "Holiday in Cambodia" and "Bella Lugosi is Dead."

There were quite a few people. Many people I didn't know, and a few I didn't expect to see, not that I'm complaining. Missed some familiar faces, but there will be other shows, and maybe people will come to see those.

I keep meaning to write about this in detail, but it's too hot at home (my apartment is like a sauna), and I only have time for quick updates at work.

We moved our stuff into our own rehearsal space yesterday. This makes us feel a whole lot more official, somehow. The space is small, but not as small as the one we had before. The only problem will be, in summer at least, that it's airless and hot and has no window. So we'll need fans. Definitely. Otherwise, the room is tastefully decorated in black and burgundy. Yeah. On the plus side, we have a soundproof rehearsal space that doesn't vibrate every time t! plays an F#. ^_-

I will miss being able to simply walk down my front steps to go to rehearsal, mind you.

Memo to brain

Dear brain,

The gig is over. I know it's hot, and heat isn't fun, but that's no reason to continue with the panic attacks every. fucking. morning. Really, they aren't as much fun as you think they are. Don't make me threaten you with the Seroquel.

No love,

Me




Resurrecting an old icon, just 'cause I always liked it. I sacrificed it for the greater good that was my "Two Lumps" craze. Right now there just aren't enough "Two Lumps" strips that I can convincingly turn into icons, or that aren't being used as icons by other people, for me to fill up all my empty slots. So, back comes my old Pink Floyd-lyric rip-off.

Spam!

I almost forgot! My parents got a new television. It has a flat screen and a DVD player, and you can ACTUALLY SEE THE COLOURS! Wheee!

Apparently the crisis came about when my parents tried to watch "Batman" as it was running on Space the other night. The scene went something like this.

My Mother: *stares intently at screen*

My Father: *comes into the room* "What are you watching?"

My Mother: "This movie about a man who fights crime with all these incredible gadgets!"

My Father: "What's it called?"

My Mother: "I don't know. It's just on. But he has this car! It's fabulous! You should watch. You'd enjoy it. It's just like a comic book!"

Luckily, my father eventually recognizes the Batman logo, or something, and clues into what she's watching. He sits down to watch.

My Father: "So what part are we looking at now?"

My Mother: *squints at the indistinguishable grey forms on the screen* "I think that's the city..."

Both: "..."

My Father: "That's it. We're getting a new television."




So, bonus for me, because I'm the one who watches it most when I go there. :)