Bug Bites, Photo Shoots, Practice- Damn It.

A summary of current happenings and thoughts:

*I have 3 bug bites on my forehead right now. And they itch.

*I need to sing more. Here's the cycle that has developed: Team Smile and Nod has a show about once a month. For a couple weeks after the show, I don't feel like singing that much. So I don't... that much. THEN, once we start practicing for the next show, I realize, wow- my voice needs some work. SO THEN, I must sing a LOT before the next show so my voice is strong again. This is the cycle. If I made myself practice more every week, I wouldn't need to cram near shows. Must. Work. On. This.

*Last Sunday night, we had a photo shoot with Kellie Manier. I believe there will be some super-cool photos. Why do I have such confidence? 2 reasons: 1)Kellie 2)A four foot inflatable red dino... with drum sticks. We will be taking some more photos tomorrow... HOPEFULLY, I'll post some soon.

*In summary of this summary, if you look down and see an extremely creepy bug in the carpet by your desk, don't forget about the cacao nibs that were snacked on in the dark a couple nights ago while playing a hidden picture game.

Wholly Craft and Crafty Thoughts...

It's been a while since I've blogged. I feel this odd sense of failure when I don't blog ultra regularly. AHHH... self-imposed guilt is awesome, eh? Thanks, Dad!

Soooo, I've been thinking about a handful of things lately. Here is a list in no particular order:

1. It would be nice to be me and Katie's cat, Murmur. Seriously. She is so loved. And she sleeps so much. And she's so soft and furry. Basically, I want to sleep all day. Bliss.

2. Why do people think I'm a guy? I wish they didn't. 'Cuz I'm not. Damn it.

3. I'd like to do something for Columbus Metro Libraries (http://www.columbuslibrary.org/). The funding cuts they are dealing with are so messed up. It makes me very, very angry. Very angry, indeed. I'd like to turn that anger into action. Some ideas are brewin'...

4. I think depression is inherited.

5. We've got a show at Wholly Craft in August. I'm pretty excited for it. The outside of the shop is pink. Need I say more?



In summary, at some point it might make sense. But then again, it might not.

YOU haven't HEARD the new Josh Groban CD???

One holiday season (my favorite time of year, by the way… give our song "Scrooge" a listen), Katie and I were at my dad’s house hanging out (for lack of a better word). His sister was there, also hanging out. We decided to put on some music. My aunt asks us "Have you heard the new Josh Groban CD?" Katie and I look at each other, smiling. We politely say, "No, we have not." My aunt looks at us as if we are crazy, seriously crazy and out-of-the-know. Uber un-hip. So un-hip that I had to use the word uber. To help prove how un-hip I am.

In conclusion, maybe it was a great CD. I don’t know, I wouldn’t know. And really, I don’t expect her to know what kind of music we dig. But why would she think our musical tastes would line-up to hers? Further, I know that she had heard some of my band’s music. Would you really think the woman who writes the songs for Team Smile and Nod would be a big Josh Groban fan? I am not dissing my aunt’s choice in music. Also, I am not dissing Josh Groban here. Seriously, he has found his market. He does what he does very well. Let’s just say that Team Smile and Nod and Josh Groban have VERY different markets. Katie and I often reminisce about that moment. Wonderful.

In summary, my cat loves catnip… especially fresh catnip. Guess what plant did not come back this year? Poor cat. We must plant some more catnip.

Chewing Nails Turns Philosophical

I've chewed my nails since I was a kid. Sometimes I really wish I could stop. I'm better than I used to be... I mean, I'm conscience of it, so I can purposely tell myself not to bite my nails in public. But then, when I'm alone (or with Katie)... gnaw gnaw gnaw... then scrape scrape scrape (to even out the nail like sandpaper). My mom chewed her nails. Then, one day, she decided she wanted to stop. So she had her nails "done". It worked. It was her "reward" to herself for stopping. My guess is that the plastic just wasn't as satisfying. Alas, I will not be having my nails "done". Nope. Wow, that would look funny on me. Maybe not. Maybe it would look awesome. French manicure, perhaps. I mean, really, how do I know I’d look funny? Am I limiting myself due to personalized stereotypes about myself to myself? Whoa. I think I am. But also, I know I will not be having my nails “done”.

Yeah, that’s right.

In summary, Noam Chomsky is brilliant. Why don't the brilliant people rule the world? Seriously. I think world leaders should be subject to IQ tests before they are allowed to claw themselves to the top. AND compassion tests. Damn it.