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| So when I lay down to take a nap when it's day and wake up when it's night I feel rather displaced.
After a certain amount of time I find my affection to my cat grows in direct correlation to my views that I have so much affection for my cat to be rather sad. But those views aren't furry, so in the end the cat wins.
Sometimes you gotta look yourself in the mirror and go: "Hey, at least I'm not pregnant!"
... unless you are. In which case...congratulations!
Of all my faculties I find my sense of smell to be one of my least prominent ones. This I am grateful for.
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell.
But If I think one of the symptoms of being crazy might be starting essays like this: and yes, I am actually going to turn this in.
Bill
Putnam, the “father of modern recording” as many recording tech teachers named
Tim Helt have called him, is a man how has contributed much to the field of
recording technology. It takes a certain kind of person to look at things a new
way; to see paths where others see only dense forestry. To see circles where
others see only rhombuses. To fly in jetpacks while others move around in
Flinstone-esk cars! Yes, Bill Putnam flew in his jetpack of ingenuity deep into
the expansive blue of audio recording, into the ledgers of history, and
undoubtedly into our hearts.
“And
pray tell what precisely did the powerful Mr. Putnam purportedly procure?” you
may well ask. Much, my friend. He was the first to experiment and develop
artificial reverb by the using the men’s room of all places; a fitting place
from which the 80’s repugnantly emerged years later. But that is just the
start! He also inspired and brought....
yeah, it goes on.
MMmmhmmm.
*sigh*
where's my cat?
*EDIT*
I guess the life has been really hard lately. But I'm trying!
God knows I'm trying. The bravest thing of all is always hope, Reese Roper said. I never thought much of it until now. Hope is hard sometimes.
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| Ryan's home, so I'll spend the weekend with him. Zombies vs. Humans tomorrow night, we'll see how that goes! We got some (Nerf) guns today and I plan to use em'! Should be sweet! Yay.
We didn't get to record an episode this week for the talk show! Grr. Next Thursday maybe?
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| Something I realized in the shower about 10 min. ago was that my relationship with God hasn't been as good as it has been the last couple of weeks. Months. Not to say that it is bad, far from it. I've noticed my relationship is at its worst when I'm at my best. Well, that's a generalization. I'm not at my best. I guess I'm just noticing the less I hurt the less I rely on God. Maybe this is why God gives us hard times, among other reasons?
My goal then is this: to make my relationship with God as good in the happy times as it is in the sad.
Yeah.
In other news, I'm starting up a talk show if you didn't know. It's called Tomatoes Are People and it is sure to be terribly funny, with heavy emphasis on the terrible part. The show consists of Pat, Adam, Tony, and myself. We'll have guests after a couple of episodes while we cement the show down. We did our first recording last Thursday and I hope to schedule another recording for this Thursday tomorrow. I'll post a link when we get a website up.
Ok. Ok. I need to be happy.
1. 2. 3.
Go. ....
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holy crap, that worked!!!!
No, seriously, it did!
I must be crazy.
Quick thought on that: sometimes when I'm bored I'll take the scene I'm looking at and fantasize an Uruk-Hai into it. A rather cordial one. Well, that's not true. Usually there are more than one.
He's not mean, just misunderstood! That boy isn't scared of him, he's scared of the Euro and rising inflation.
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| So what about you
Will you join us
Will you admit that the waters around us have grown
You better start swimming or you’ll sink like a stone
Do you stand with us or do we stand alone
It’s time that we stand up, enlist for the war
I’ve tasted battle and now I want more
I’ve known the truth and been cut to the core
But I’m back in the game to even the score
And I mean to go out with both my guns blazing
Amazed at a God who’s so truly amazing
To triumph in battle as the spirit enables
Can’t turn back the clock but we can turn the tables
The O.C. Supertones
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| Bed time. Here's a song I'm writing from the heart. It's not done. Unless it is. No title yet.
My feet have never known me I’ll admit
My tracks pound the gavel where I’ve slipped
I lost my resolve
See where I have crawled
And now I look for light my eyes can take
Oh God, my God, I pray that morning breaks
The cold dew sets my teeth Oh Lord
But how can I complain?
How will the seeds you’ve planted grow if not for the rain?
No more smiles, a statue now the pedal I sustain
If it be your will Oh God then straight my lips remain
Relentless world, corporeal
nightmare
Often hearts forget that you’re
there
When in this night we bend and
fall
It’s by your grace we stood at all
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