so a few weeks ago, i had a land-line installed for the first time in at least 4 years. without going into a diatribe about why i need a hard-line to the outside world, let’s just say that with all of my new “responsibilities” i need to be able to be reached if my iPhone were to be drained or not on my person.
like i said, i’ve had the thing for 2 weeks and i’ve gotten like 20 calls and 98.5% of them have been telemarketers. everytime i say “put me on your do not call list” the fuckers hang up on me!
this leaves me holding the fone and using grown-up words that buster is not allowed to say.
does anyone know someone at the FCC i could talk to?
buster just came flying in through his doggy door with unbridled resolve and enthusiasm.
stretching out as far as possible, he propped his head on my desk; only his huge-puppy-face was visible.
after a few seconds of staring at me, he spit out a perfectly folded band-aid.
i dont own band-aids.
buster is about to get his teeth brushed.
the end.
UPDATE: i failed to mention that the band-aid was fuck used.
collegehumor.com had a great article today about all the slick moves bass players make on stage.
“Bass players are the most underappreciated members of any rock band. Next to their more theatrical bandmates, the bass player is often mistaken for boring or stiff. This couldn’t be further from the truth. Bass players have many exciting moves all their own, like…
The ‘Whoa, Did You Just See Me Slide Up the Fretboard?’
Almost from nowhere the bassist will go from playing a progression in the lower register to playing a similar one a few octaves higher, by way of a long slide up the fretboard. It’s this kind of charismatic move that makes bass players beloved princes of the stage. Man, you guys eat this sh*t up. I can see from the stage how you’re like ‘whaaaaaat!’ when I bust this out.”
in addition to this move, i’ve also been known to do the “slow turn away from the amp to crowd” move. the audience eats this up!
after a trip home to bakersfield, buster passed out. i took this opportunity to play around w/ the camera and a few lens combos.
also i hate low lighting and not having a fancy canon speedlite 580 ex flash to combat the resulting noisy images.
nonetheless here’s slumbering buster:
this morning i pulled myself from bed and drove to starbucks b/c sometimes only a venti iced-americano will wake me up.
so i drove through the local starbucks drive-thru and when the barista handed me my drink she said, “that is my favorite drink to make, thank for ordering it.”
at first i thought this was part of some sort of “make the customer feel cool” marketing thing.
“cool“, i replied.
while my foot-long receipt printed, she continued, “…yeah i dont know what it is but i just love pouring that steaming hot espresso over the cold ice and just watching it melt and i dont know about you but it just feels so so good.”
i have no idea what any of what she said was supposed to mean so i just said, “ok…well rad, i’ll be sure and order it again tomorrow.”
this was a weird way to start the morning and ever since i’ve been off by 1/2 a step.
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