Archive for August 2004

Ohhhh… temptation. temptation. (gritting teeth and pondering whether I should apply for this, or wait…)

URL: EE Version 1.1 Now in Beta

Everybody who knows Chris Mills go pelt him with e-mails now, to wish him a happy 30th birthday.  Surprise him, okay?  Shhh.  You didn’t read it here.  :-)

Thanks to the little birdie who told me.

Rian Murphy (my producer / lion tamer at Drag City) came over last night to hear me play through all the songs I’ve come up with since my last album, and a few older ones too.  I had practiced a bit before he came over but still, it was pretty scary how out of shape I was.  It wasn’t too horrible — I probably surprised us both that I was able to remember as much as I did, but still… no way am I ready to get onstage quite yet.  But I will be very soon, because that guy is layin’ down the law on me NOW.  I need it too, bigtime.  I *never* practice, see… if I have a show coming up, I have three or four band rehearsals, and that’s my practice.  Which is kind of a bad way to go about it, because I only start getting really good about five or six shows into any tour.  If it’s a one-off show, it’s just… a little weak, I’m sorry but it’s true.

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WHAT the…?!?

MetaFilter: Rick James dead.

WOW… that guy gets really healthy food! And not a drop of liquor; Old Whiskey River takes care of that I guess.

The Smoking Gun: Willie Nelson Backstage Concert Rider

From Linus Gelber (an old webpal from my Panix days circa ‘93 or something)…

Did He Say That Out Loud … ?

I laugh, then I sob…

Good job FBI… ::whew::

Chicagoist: Chicago Man Arrested for Bomb Plot

I had a troll person in here yesterday expressing frustration about the fact that I’ve placed my video list online, with a pretty strongly-worded statement about how I won’t make copies of that stuff and blah blah blah.  I should hope that my friends, my family, and people who’ve followed my blog for awhile would know exactly why I would put up statements like that in public, in full view of the MPAA, the RIAA, God and everyone else.  They ought to know based on my past history of giving away MP3s that don’t belong to me, and the things I said when I stopped filesharing.  They know I’ve learned my lesson about that.

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I needed to hear this today…

Lisa-Jill:  Thomas Carlyle - Change

More on the JibJab work’o'fart… ;-)

Boing Boing: Arlo Guthrie on "This Land" parody

I had a good day today, very good.  But so intense, oh god.  I have cleaned up so many messes today, not a damn one of you even knows the half of it.  It’s amazing to me, the things I can say and how different people can translate that info in completely different ways than how I intended.  Some things take years to clarify, if it happens at all.  I know, you think you know what I’m talking about, you think I’m referring to one specific person or thing, but I assure you, I’m not.  Even I don’t know the whole story because I just can’t keep that much crap in my head at one time!  It’s crazy, man.  I’m just… trying to keep my eye on the ball, people.  I have my weaknesses, that is obvious.  A lot of y’all have witnessed that or become victims of that, and for that I’m real sorry.  Thank god most people are more than forgiving… I usually know when I’ve fucked up and will usually admit it, and people are usually super nice about that.  Nothing huge, no great wrongdoing but… even the tiniest little misstep can cause a chain reaction that makes you veer off-course by n degrees.  I never end up completely fucked… I like to follow my nose and that plan has never really screwed me over too bad. In fact, using my intuition that way has led me to places I never could’ve imagined; I never would’ve ended up here if it weren’t for that.  But… oh man.  I can’t even express this, whatever it is.  I’m just really lucky there are a lot of good people out there who are also "only human" and also willing to meet me halfway.  I’m talking about you, I’m talking about everybody.

Gloss over this, at Slashdot.  Then skim your ass over here.

I’m kinda pissed.  IN MY DAY they treated this stuff soooo seriously. I took typing while going to junior high in Mexico in the 70s; we were treated like *athletes*.  If we didn’t raise our score over 60 or so, well, that just wasn’t good enough.  So, I’m a great typist (my average is 73wpm now, as per a recent series of tests I ran on myself, and blogged, expressing disappointment in how "low" that score was). My decent speed is due to three years of pretty intense training, and many more years as a pro typist, a secretary, a data-entry person.  But what did I gain, and what was the price for all this? 

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Somebody ratted me out on MetaFilter and I nearly had a heart attack.  Anywhere else, I’d be so flattered, I’d eat it up, but there?  Uh-uh, I’m beggin’ for a can of whoop-ass.  Damn!!  I knew the minute I signed up 2 years ago that it was a bad idea to use my frickin’ name as my username.  I was so petrified I never opened my mouth until this week.  Ohhhhhhh god… fuuuuuuuck!!!  Well… rest assured I will try to never say anything half as stupid as I do here on my own blog.

I’m lovin’ what they’ve done with my Bloglines blogroll page, or whatever they call ‘em now.  I’m putting most of my links in there, so everything over here can stay a little more me-centric.  It has its own RSS feed as well.  I know, shit!  Spreading myself pretty thin on the web but oh well.  If things get too confusing I’ll just move everything back over here, but for now it sure is more convenient to just press a button while I’m reading, scribble a note and let ‘er go.  And it makes for a lot less clutter here too.  Bad enough as it is.

Update: Got rid of it and moved all the links to edithfrost.com. You can still view my subscription list though.

"non-acceptance would cause embarrassment to donor and U.S. Government."

The U.S. Government gets *embarrassed*. It has FEELINGS, see, and those feelings must be acknowledged and tended to, preferably through lavish gifts. ::sniff:: I have feelings too, lots of ‘em. ::sob:: Hello? Hello?

Smoking Gun: The Sultan Brought Cheesecake