Just re-re-re-upgraded my Movable Type install to the latest version, 2.63. No security warnings this time, just some bug-fixes. Speaking of bugs, I wonder why it hasn’t been sending me copies of y’all’s comments? I’m only seeing them when I actually visit my own site, which I don’t usually do unless I’m looking for something (like comments!).
I know this is unnecessary but I want to say this. The club fire in Rhode Island? Somebody needs to be in jail right now because of that. The first accident in Chicago just made me sad and shocked, but this one makes me really angry. If this was the band’s fault then they need to be in jail for manslaughter. Same thing for the club operators, if they really gave permission for the pyrotechnics, as the band claims.
It was snowing pretty hard in K.C. all day so we were pleasantly surprised our flight wasn’t delayed or nothin’. Marcy’s so hilarious! I gave her a cardboard six-pack container and she’s going nuts with it, crawling through the partitions. And, my longhorn skull is laying on the floor and she’s turned him into a big seesaw. It’s good to be home! It was really nice hanging out with S&J though. We watched Minority Report last night on DVD, it was a trip! OK, gotta run, time to eat. :-)
We’re in Kansas City visiting Scott & Jolie. It’s fun hanging out with our friends and their dogs ‘n’ cats. All the news out there is horrible, needless to say. I should just stop commenting on the news, it’s so depressing.
In my own world, I’m all paranoid ‘cuz on Thursday I’d sent Rian Murphy an MP3 of a tune I was working on, and he never got back to me about it. I know it wasn’t ready for him to hear but I guess I needed the encouragement to continue working on it / working on anything. I’ll hound him for an answer when I get home… or maybe I shouldn’t. I don’t want to be making music that’s not worthy of a reply, that’s for sure.
Good article I found via Metafilter: Caring For Your Introvert
I know I’m an introvert all the way. It takes me HOURS to recover from prolonged exposure to other people. I have no problem with John, or with the folks at the corner store, but outside that little sphere of existence, I dunno. I just really LIKE my world and don’t feel any huge need to leave it. When I do, I’m always so glad when the duties are fulfilled and I can go home again. I don’t think there’s anything intrinsically wrong with that. But I have to be careful not to blow off the world completely, because it’s not my intention to alienate my friends etc. (All three of them! heheh)
Just read about this on Slashdot:
According to Reuters, the FCC today decided to greatly curtail the laws that force incumbent phone companies to share their lines with their competition at cost.
This worries me because I really like my Earthlink DSL! Getting it installed was a huge pain in the ass though. If what I went through with Covad is the norm, then they’re getting what they deserve. It was one of the worst customer-service experiences I’ve ever had with any company I can think of.
Just so’s you know, if you don’t leave at least some kind of fake name when you post a comment, I’m taking it upon myself to give you a name. I’ll make it up and it might not be very flattering! So that’s your incentive to come up with something more interesting (or real) on your own.
I’ve been trying to work on new songs practically every day, but can’t finish anything. I REALLY need to get my freakin’ songbook back; I’m afraid I’ll never get anything done without it. I accidentally left it with a friend of mine back around 9-11 and he hasn’t sent it back to me. Of course I told him how important it is to me, and that I can’t really function as a songwriter without it. He keeps saying he’ll send it but he never does. Well, I’m seeing him this weekend for sure, and you can bet I won’t leave without that thing. It serves me right, too. This is karma payback for all the friends that I myself have blown off in various ways over the years. I would love to blame my friend for all my musical constipation but I know that’s just a cop-out. What’s really to blame, I dunno. Missing my songbook sure isn’t HELPING though.
…is now posted. Last week’s Mystery Song was "Let Me Play With It" by a wonderful kooky old band called Hartman’s Heartbreakers. I can’t decide whether they’re jazz or western swing, or if I’m lookin’ at the birth of rockabilly…!?
There’s a prayer service on TV right now, for the victims of last night’s disaster. It’s really hard to watch. I hate to point fingers at a time like this, but why the hell, in this day and age, are people still being allowed into firetrap situations like this?!? Stupid, pointless, useless loss of life that could have been saved by just a few inspectors’ visits. I guess so, anyway. Maybe it was just one of those freak accidents but I kinda doubt it.
Just re-upgraded my Movable Type install. There were some security issues and bugs etc., but it’s fixed now. I still have to check out the template fixes they’ve posted… maybe that’ll cure the viewing problems that some IE users have had with this site. (IE doesn’t comply with CSS standards as well as most other browsers, so half the time my 2-column layout gets smooshed into one.)
I did a photo shoot thing yesterday with a bunch of boys from other bands on Drag City. It was for an artsy British mag that I’d never seen before. The photographer was this gal Kat that I already knew, so it didn’t feel too weird. She was taking pictures and then quickly porting them into her laptop so we could look at ’em. The first one she took of me, I made her throw away because my lips were so fucking torn up and chapped! I went and put more lipstick on to cover it up and had her re-do it. Vanity!! I’m serious though, my lips are bad news. Marcy got to them… she not only bit me on my lip (the lower one) but also pierced me on the lip-corner with her little razor claws. How do you stop a kitten from biting you? You’re expecting a kiss and then… OUCH!!!!
Word’s spreading around the blogosphere that Pyra, the company that owns Blogger, has just been bought by Google. That’s pretty huge. I was on Blogger for awhile if you remember, and John Whitney’s on there now too. It’s just so weird to realize how much the phenomenon has exploded since I first heard that word not so long ago. When I started putting my journal on the ‘net in 1998 or whenever, a lot of people were shocked and didn’t understand why you’d want to publish such a thing. Now everybody and his dog has a weblog. I’m just glad more people understand about it now. It can be a journal but it can also be a conversation, or a place for announcements, or for posting pictures, voicing political opinions…!! Or really anything you want it to be.