Wow, nothing brightens up a blah day more than seeing Scott Walker lose.

That's a nice side benefit of so many Republican candidates. Goodbye to you! And you!

ION, I am posting from my new computer and it is so fucking shiny! And small!

muppet waves at Nilly!

Spent tearing through all my totes where I'd shoved mail that had been clogging my car back when I'd cleaned it before heading to my parents. I thought I'd left my "skip the trip" (and six points of identification) on my passenger seat to be easily accessible, but it wasn't there. Not in the totes of mail either. So now I'm looking for my binder with my ssc and birth certificate etc, can't find it! So I'm resigning myself to doing the dreaded deep clean on my apartment.

So I begin by cleaning out a tote and putting away makeup and toiletries from my trip north, and lo and behold, my mail in license renewal! Phew!

Still gotta find the important documents though, but it's not as urgent now now. Poor apartment . . .

I'm pretty sure that I've got stuff in my car that I think I've lost. Like my fitbit charger cable. Woe. But have I done the deep clean that finding it requires? No, I have not.

ION, I just sent out my first set of tunes to my beta listeners (meep!) so between that and the video of our band's debut gig (we're backing up a local singer/songwriter) I am quite worked up. (Which also means, Amy, amyth, & tommyrot: insent!)

How exciting, Liese!

I hope it doesn't offend you, but I am a little amused to see you are playing the tambourine in that video.

First day back was full of boring bureaucratic crap and very little actual work.

So I bought ice cream and jalapeno cheese curls on the way home. And I'm sitting on the porch, drinking rose and eating cheese curls, and as one does, I fell down a rabbit hole of Youtube. Specifically, THE MONKEES.

And what do I find, but a 1995-era VH-1 movie about the Monkees, starring our very own CFerg. [link]

Oh my goodness. Better keep that link.

Not at all! I've been bitching the whole time I've been in the band about playing that fucking tambo! So now I have, like, six songs out of the thirteen song set that use it, because of course. The original lineup was going to be the SO on kit, me on bass, and the lead guy on lead. But that was a year ago, when the SO's dad died, so we didn't get back to him in time to say yes, and he recruited the drummer & bassist in the meanwhile. So the SO moved to keys and me to percussion. But I play the tambo on my ass, as is right and proper! You can't really see it in the video, but there's a percussion microphone that I call my ass mic, just behind me.

Having an ass mic is pretty sweet.