Nekkid, Clueless and Feelin' Good: March 9, 2001

Friday,
March 9, 2001

A Light at the End of the Tunnel, or an Oncoming Train?

Woof. Sorry about the extended absence -- Thunder asked me to put together a binder out of a massive amount of Word and Excel docs, all of which were in different styles and had to be ported into a coherent Word template. Oh, and I had to put colored boxes down the side of the various sections so that they would be easy to find if someone leafed through the binder. And I had to print out other material, and put more information on the back of it.

This, by the way, is me staring blearily into the camera after a day of formatting text hell. And an unfortunate allergic reaction to a face cream means that this is all you're going to see of me for a bit, or at least until this rash goes away (bloody supersensitive immune system. . .).

So I've spent the last three days hunched over my desk at work and fending off people who've wanted me to do stuff for them (why? Why, when I'm sitting there picking my nose and idly tweaking web pages, are they nowhere to be found, yet show up with work that HAS to be done at the same moment I get slogged with a huge amount of work for the capo di tutti capi?), which doesn't translate into the most entertaining of journal entries. The only notable thing of the week was the stupendously gorgeous weather on Wednesday that made me want to blow everything off and head out towards the horizon on a road trip. Oh, and my engine warning light came on. Dunno why. Considering that the car is brand new, I don't think anything major is wrong with it, but I'll be calling the dealership on Monday nonetheless.

At least the music is coming along nicely. I bought the Ultimate Beginner Rock Guitar series (Volume One), and I've been trying to get my fingers into power chord positions for the last two days. It's actually kind of amazing -- I can feel the muscle pull all the way up the outside of my left forearm, and my fingers are calling me all kinds of nasty names. However, I can now play "I Would Walk 500 Miles," and as soon as I can find some tablature that lists the other power chords that the video instructor keeps playing (I assume they were covered in the Guitar Basics tape that I didn't buy because, hey, I already know Guitar Basics), I may even learn some other songs. Whee.

At right, by the way, is my new baby. Still nameless, mind you, and from the lower end of the range, but I love him nonetheless (besides, he can strut when he wants to. Actually, I think he just named himself. Readers, meet Dave. Dave, meet the readers). I'm sure the neighbors are equally enamored of the headphone amp setup I use with him, too. As I mentioned to someone, I'd like to save the offenses to good taste and human nature for the housewarming party.

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