Hey!

My friend Rilla reminded me that I have a blog, so this is me using it again. Lots has happened since the last time I wrote in this thing, so let me explain...no, there is too much. Let me sum up.

Rhinkeberger finally finished its' album, bizarrely titled "Dust My Clock", and it feels great to have it done. I'm happy with the way it sounds, and people seem to like it, so yay. Basically every person that's heard it has said, "This is way better than I expected", which I never quite know how to take, because I have no way of knowing what they were expecting, but whatevers. I like it, and if you don't, then Track #8 is for you.

I quit my job to spend the summer at the lake. Not an easy choice, but I'm comfortable with it, and I'm excited about the opportunities that walk hand-in-hand with freedom.

I bought a totally bitchin' bicycle, and I love it the most. I used to only ride my bike when I needed to get someplace, but now I ride my bike even if I have nowhere to go. It is super-mega-funtimes, and his name is Cycle Jackson.

I had a birthday, and I celebrated with food and drink and friends, and it made me immensely happy.

There's probably lots of other great stuff that's happened to me, but it's literally impossible for me to remember even half of the stuff that happens to me in an average day, so this is all you get for now. If I remember some other stuff, maybe I'll tell you about it.

Bad Mood Update

I recovered my bank card, and my face has mostly gone back to normal, so I'm doing much better emotionally, so yay. However, this has been balanced out by the unfortunate fact that I seem to be doing worse physically. Stupid 'flu season.

shut out with you butt out,

T.

Eff Ehm Ell

In the last four days, the following things have occured:

I slipped on the ice while running across the road, and sprained my ankle.

One of the wheels fell off my computer chair.

The front of one of my dresser drawers came off in my hand.

I had holes drilled into my face by a dentist.

I lost my debit card.

The extension cord that I bought to plug my car in doesn't reach the road from the house (which actually doesn't matter, because when I went to plug in my car I noticed that the plug for my block heater had been ripped off, so I couldn't plug my car in anyway. So I need to replace the cord on my block heater).

If anyone wants to stop by and kick me square in the balls, now would be a good time. It's a good thing that I'm single, because if I had a girlfriend, she probably would have dumped me, because that's the kind of week it's been.

I'm going to crawl under my covers with a bottle of Kraken, and I'm not coming out until the universe stops fucking with me. Y'all can kiss my pasty, pimpled ass.

Ombudsman

The word "ombudsman" comes from old Norse, and it means "representative".

You know what that means? That means that when you try to be gender-neutral by saying "Ombudsperson", you sound like a stupid asshole. The "-man" at the end isn't a reference to gender. It's like trying to make "menopause" gender-neutral by saying "personopause". Jackass.

The Future of the Music Video

Since MTV and MuchMusic have bailed on showing videos in favour of "reality" tv, which gets better ratings because people are complete fucktards, music videos have moved online. This has opened up some fascinating new possibilities.

This is the future.

http://www.thewildernessdowntown.com/

HAHA!

Rhinkeberger vs Recording

This past weekend, Rhinkeberger headed into the studio to record it's first album. A guy named Chris Douglas did the recording for us, out at his studio on a farm just outside of Colonsay (that's co-LON-say, not COLON-say), and while I'm not an expert in these matters, I think he did an outstanding job of making us sound at least kind of ok. The whole process was a lot of fun, but by Sunday afternoon, I was completely exhausted, and I didn't even have to do much of anything the 2nd day. We're still a long way from hearing the final product, but I'm cautiously optimistic that we may wind up with something resembling a decent record.

We headed out late Friday night, set everything up, messed around a little just to see how everything worked, and then got wasted and stayed up until 5:00 in the morning, because that's what Rock Stars do. We started recording for reals after breakfast on Saturday, around 12:30-1:00. We managed to hammer out all eight songs on Saturday, which left Sunday free for touch-ups and backup vocals and stuff like that. Arlan spent about 10 minutes trying to get a cat to meow into the mic so he could use it during his bass solo, but the cat was un-co-operative, so Sam, showing off his musical versatility, made the cat noises himself.

The single biggest hurdle on Sunday was probably Jeff'a guitar solo on "Fire". Maybe I'm a bad person, but I thought it was hilarious that he had so much trouble coming up with a solo for a song that HE WROTE. But to his credit, I think the solo turned out awesome, so yay for Jeff, he did a good job.

Highlight of the weekend? Driving to the hockey rink in Colonsay on Saturday night for Rink Burgers and fries. I gave them a B+, not bad for a town with "colon" in the name.

Bye!

T.