the fortress of solitude rocks

monday mourning entry. listening to ipod to blur out the office chatter. some people are TRYING to update their blogs here...

all the people in my department received emails letting them know how many times they've been late in the last two quarters. sort of a passive aggressive warning, just showing clocking-in times. like a stalker sending you pictures of your child at school; a threat is implied, but not explicitly stated. i guess my previous claim that nobody cares about me arriving a little late doesn't hold much water. it was nice while it lasted.

(at least they're passive aggressive about it...)

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all night jam sessions at my own personal fortress of solitude saturday night. guest musicians: the meowking, burned-out-eyes, sara and "bucky". the instruments: acoustic guitar, electric guitar, 2 casio keyboards, a harmonica, a cowbell and assorted other things to hit, two microphones, a powerbook.

sara and i did not fight. i did not accidentally flip her onto the concrete floor, where she banged her head. and if i did (theoretically), i'm sure i would be very remorseful.

i fell asleep before the session was over, because i don't know how to make music. however, the next day i composed this little nugget of cheese using "MTV Music Generator" for the PS1.

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nobody comments on long, multi-section entries. oh well. i ain't winning no popularity contests...

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Bush is an idiot and I didn't vote for him.

but the people get what they deserve.