ich bin ein auslander

not really. no work, but programmed the parents’ remotes (sort of, i have take home work to do on that)… and other assorted parental things like programming their phone system, blah blah blah. it’d be nice not to have to work for my dinner one time.

oh well, what can you do? it’s my parents.

anyway, work is sure to hit quick tomorrow although thankfully the 10am meeting we were supposed to have was cancelled. got piano class again tomorrow night - excited about that, although it’s been a long break since my last one ended and I haven’t really been practicing. oops.

it’s been a real effort to come down off the vacation drink-a-thon vibe. saw the band and got plowed on thursday, went to finn’s and got snookered on friday, then went and saw simon dj last night and mercifully kept it to three glasses of wine… and then out of sheer habit was going to pour myself a fourth when we got home and decided to watch a movie… but wendy’s incredulous look reminded me that i’ve been drinking non-stop for nearly two weeks and enough is enough.

So, looking at the schedule… I have every hopes of being dry until friday. well, maybe one glass of wine at night, but that’s it, damnit.

wrong lyrical pull since i had vodka and soda not gin and tonic.

so i used to think i was a good drinker… i mean, i did the buffalo gig thing and that involved some serious drinking… and then i did the wendy’s family watkins glen thing which was drinking x10….

but tonight i was bitch-slapped back into my drinking place. without naming names (which is a real drag), we went out with so and so to see so and so x1’s new band play, of which the lead singer is so and so x2 and so and so just really nailed me to the wall, even with me pouring the second half of every drink into his when he wasn’t looking.

i can’t even fucking type at the moment. this entry so far has already taken me 20 miniutes since i mistype every other word.

ich bin ein piss poor drunkard.

uhm, yeah. this was really a poor blog entry. better luck next time.

aka, screw the little people.

So, I’m trying to sort out a relationship with a big media company, and i’m reading through the latest draft of their work for hire agreement…

these guys don’t fuck around anymore.

“… is the owner of all rights comprised in the undivided copyright… in and to the work in perpetuity throughout the Universe in all languages all media and forms of expression now known or later developed.”

I am now officially a musician. One of the songs I wrote has been optioned for purchase by a sundance-award-winning documentarian to be included in his next film.

woot!