2003-10-21

Yup. And I wasn't even there. I just spent a crazy hour surfing everybody's journalcon entries because I am big ass star fucker. I hear I missed cleavage, booze and apparently a 100% tongue-tied shit-'n'-giggles nervousness factor that had all the exhibitionists on the web terrified of each other.

With good reason. Mad talent in those bars...er..."panel discussions."

Meanwhile, I continue to be caught in a boring ass groundhog day existence. We successfully fired our saxophone player last week, and so far, no stalkings have been suspected. But isn't that the thing about stalkers? We'll see, as we begin grown-up rehearsals next Sunday.

I've got pool league tonight, which I really CAN'T STAND AT ALL ARGH anymore. I love playing pool with other people who love playing pool, but I hate hanging out for 6 hours to play 4 games.

I decided I'm gonna quit next season and join the orchestra again. Yes, I hated the conductor, never talked to anyone, was either bored or intimidated by the music and resented being in last chair because I was the new kid. I figure 2.5 hours a week of culturally productive despise is better than 6 hours a week of alcoholic despise. And thus, the decision is made.

Things at work are weird. I wish I could say more, but I can't, so I'll translate my weirdlike feelings into this and this. Ah, that's better.