Today's project: "D-boy", 1.2 Mb RealAudio 3.0 Streamed (128Kbps+ req.) Non-streamed (5 min @ 28.8)

I like having all the band's MIDI equipment at my house. I can plug it all into nerve, and then crappy MIDI music sounds much better. Doughboy here is a good example of a song that only sounds good with the 303 and 660 plugged in. I originally made it to run with the sounds out of my (stupid goddamn fucking) sound card. The doughboys (Psycho-Dboy and Mr. Eff) speak for the two poles of Johhny's neurosis. There are no words because all the microphones are with Kris.

Today I did what I always do (stay at home, and then leave after dark for the U-district) plus, played a Battletech mission at WOTC. Expert again, I came in second against three other experts. There was a gothical-type chick with long, straight black hair at the reception desk trying very hard to look as nonplussed as possible. And I thought I was unsmiling. I looked positively delighted compared to her, and I don't even work as a company/general public interface.

Later, Kris, Julie, Brian, and I had dinner at Beth's. There we met one of Julie's oldest friends from Seattle, a girl with long, straight black hair. (Yeah, I was reminded of the WOTC receptionist) She was our waitress, and was pretty chipper. (Brian started acting up in his earnest way, but I don't think she was paying attention.) We sat around discussing the crayon drawings on the wall. Brian said something like "Hey, there should be a game called 'The Flying Vomit Game'..." and Kris immediately interrupted "Shut up! shut up shut up shut up." I guess our little group has fluctuating standards on appropriate dinner topics. Well, when with new people, we usually try to avoid talking about things like video games (or vomit) for hours, since they're not really spectator sports to begin with. Brian will get obsessed with something (like battletech) and go on for hours about it, while everyone else quietly gets sick of it. I feel kinda stupid walking down University Wy. with Brian next to me blathering on and on about coolant loops and LRMs. It's sort of like high school, where someone would be talking about D&D the whole day, and anyone you came in contact with would brand them (and you, by association) as "big huge dork". The solution is not to hang out with the big dork. Brian, though, I feel sympathy and loyalty towards, so I just try to change the subject. (The other day Kris came up to me and said "he's not still talking about battletech is he? He won't shut up!" I guess he doesn't just do it to me.) (For a while, I thought maybe he was like that because he thought I was really interested in computer games and he was humoring me.) I feel sympathy because I used to do that to Kris when we were in second grade. Anyway, the point was gonna be that we also don't talk about vomit when people are eating biscuits and gravy. It's unkind. Also, when eating at BETHs, it's a little like foreshadowing.

I'm tired now. Iiiigh. Tired. I can't...type. Wegh. You know, i can talk on the phone when just a little asleep. I can make those essential interested noises and select appropriate words to repeat thoughtfully. It makes me wonder how much I really pay attention to the phone at any time. I fidget a lot while on the phone, if not playing a game or writing something or fiddling with guitar (or, uh, with a fiddle). Once I took part of the phone apart without thinking about it, and was suddenly disconnected when I unplugged the modular jack to get access to more of the phones guts. Dannie, one of my Hawaii friends who moved to Colorado, used to hurt herself without thinking while on the phone. Maybe it's a universal thing. That's why everyone's phone cord is all messed up.

Gee, what else happened today? Uh, the burger king girl thought my Mr. Yuck shirt was "cute". She also commented that she just broke up with Daniel because he was too good for her, and not the other way around. I, um, always wanted to know about that.

Sample from a stupid radio show interviewing Captain "has-been" Crunch, phone hacker.