ich bin ein auslander

good but not great. that’s really all there is to say about it.

back to work.

So, as promised a long time ago, here’s my finished mix of the piece by Damien Simon… he’s a classical guitarist, and i’m just a fucking knob with a bunch of bleepy bleep things. At any rate, this is my eclectic electronic take on his original piece… now it’s off to Rob to see what he wants to do with it; take stuff out, add his own bits, who knows. But here’s my version -

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Or something to that effect. It came to Wendy and my attention that we have a pretty nice place, in a pretty good location, and never really take advantage of it… so, while wandering around the farmer’s market on sunday with EJ and skeely, EJ mentioned there was a big baseball game on later that day. Red Sox and the Yankees, apparently. I haven’t followed baseball or even seen a game in like 10 years…

But nevertheless, it seemed like a nice excuse to have a few folks over.. so, we had a little BBQ. EJ, Skeely, Heather, Bird, Sareb and even Simon dropped by. Game? Who cares? Well, Heather (in the Yankees jersey) and EJ (in the Red Sox jersey). But other than that, some good food, a lot of beer, and a bunch of stupid web videos during commercial breaks. And a really crap episode of Sex and the City. It needs to die.

Off to work today.

ej is back from his euro tour, so hit finn’s with him and skeely, his old friend who just moved here and has now become our friend as well…. thomas was working, and his sister is here visiting from ireland (finn’s has some bizarre irish mafia thing going on where they only hire people from ireland)… wendy had met her previously so we ended up hanging out with them and i found myself once again in the weird position of defending LA (as if I care) from out of towners that don’t like it.

here’s my new position on this - if you don’t like LA, fucking leave and stop coming here. it’s too damn crowded as it is.

amen to that. now to go watch shanghai knights, which i’m sure sucks, but i’m buzzed so i don’t care

health: had another personal blowout last night as I was at the gym doing an hour on the elliptical. this shit sucks. wendy is now my personal dietician, since it can’t be the exercise part of the equation. what she eats, i eat. when she eats, i eat. i did work in a chicken instead of fish clause, but otherwise i’m nearly a vegetarian now. my recumbant bike at home broke - again - and it won’t be fixed for over a week. nellie’s exercise equipment sucks, don’t buy shit from there.

work: things are going swimmingly, although everyone owes us money. need to go into bruno mode and make some phone calls and get some damn checks in.

music: finishing up the classical piece. will post it when done.

personal: most of our friends are out of town, which has kind of sucked. wendy’s still a bit sick as well, but i guess i’m getting some good reading time in.

that is all.