I feel ya. I object to any serious conversation in text or tweet form.

Plus, I just hate the needy "Are you mad at meeeeee?" question, especially coming from someone I really have no relationship with beyond acquaintanceship. I mean, I know acquaintances can get mad at each other, but I don't interact with her enough for feelings to really be an issue.

Yay, water!

I think serious tweeting is weird, but I guess if you're doing it privately...it's just defaulted to so public. However, I can be serious in bursts of 140 characters. My texts can be just as emotive as short b.org posts.

Plus, I just hate the needy "Are you mad at meeeeee?" question

Heh. I always want to say, "Well, now I am, Drama Queen." Never goes well when I do, of course.

On the other hand, I can understand wanting the love and approval of La Teppalina.

Heh. I always want to say, "Well, now I am, Drama Queen." Never goes well when I do, of course.

Oh my god, I totally want to reply with that!

On the other hand, I can understand wanting the love and approval of La Teppalina.

It is like basking in my warm glowing glowing warmth.

However, I can be serious in bursts of 140 characters. My texts can be just as emotive as short b.org posts.

Fair 'nuff -- I just object to receiving them. If I were walking down the street or waiting in line or dicking around during a meeting, "I'm preg. Husb is not father. BF has been beating me & I have cancer. Do u think I should get an abor or go through with it?" is annoying.

Actually, its not QUITE as bad as "Are you mad at meeeeeee?" because at least I can give a one word answer.

I always think I should have worn them when I get there but I never remember to buy them.

You can always grab some paper towels or napkins and fake it. I've done that in the past at very loud shows and it makes a big difference.

Actually, paper towels/toilet paper doesn't do much DRY. If you are going down that route, and hey, sometimes you are desperate, you get far better attenuation if you get it wet first, and squish the heck out of it, and then put them in your ears. For more details, see this link: [link]

(sorry, had to pipe in, as a sound professional. Must. Protect. Hearing!)

ION - Due to the lovely California State economy, the UC system is facing huge cuts. And the school of the arts that I work for, even larger cuts (since we are cash poor to begin with, and not a research area of study). Rumor has it there will be 8 layoffs in the school of the arts. Thankfully I am no longer the last hired, so if they go that route, I know of at least 4 people ahead of me. So, not fully safe. I've been told by a few people that my job is safe, due to the lack of anyone else to cover the position. But. It's a state job, during a bad economy. Logic isn't known to be running wild right now. So. Job~ma would be appreciated.

Yeah, seriously, people, wear hearing protection. I carry a nice set and happily wear them in the mosh pits. No problem.

I would like to announce that I have officially hit the portion of my summer entitled, "Where the fuck is all my stuff?"

I hate this part of the summer. I've lived in enough different houses, and while I put some effort into making sure I had everything with me, I have still left stuff somewhere. Like my nail file. And my bass book with the chord chart for "Sing." It is annoy.

Sorry I've not been around, all - it's academic conference season and I'm utterly overwhelmed. Last paper is tomorrow though! In the meantime, today I turned 33. It was a brilliant day, if very quiet, in which we went out for a pub lunch and The Girl came home from Houston (actually, that happened in reverse order). My birthday trip was two weeks ago, but I'm still very happy from it. We do things backwards. We don't mind.

The Girl got me a 'book of shadows' for my birthday. Handmade and bought from a shop in Houston. I am overwhelmed with how utterly awesome she is.

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