Arzosah's Lair

If Only I Knew

Fri, 17 Apr 2009 11:50:22 GMT

Has it really been so long since I logged in here?

Oh.. That's Right!.... 2 friggin days after my nice boozy "surprise" Birthday party, I lost every most of my life by some fuckers who broke into my house... And without house contents insurance, it's taken this long to get back online, connected, and ready to CARE about simple things again...

So all the nice things that I managed to get when I resigned from work walked out the door... I have no fear of robbery these days... there is nothing left for them to take...

Do I sound bitter? Yeh.. Reading my last post just made it all come back again...

And then I felt paralysing frustration with myself... for not getting insurance...

Happy Birthday to Me

Fri, 30 May 2008 12:27:39 GMT

Once againg I'm blotto... damn near blind actually...*backspace getting supreme workout* and i managed to still logon ....

At this moment my luvvy in crime floydhorse is hopefully *snicker snicker* getting treated to the roundabouts in Springfield Lakes after 3 Tequilla Slammers.. Vengenance is mine and stores the dried apricot story for a rainy day....*Thinks of all those nights smashed at her place**
*sips Bourbon chaser as she types*

Although I was wise to the *shock horror* "Surprise" birthday party... it was still luvly to see my mate and I think I got all gooey at the effort my hubby went to in his simple way... Even just the effect of him feeding the crowds was nice...

And of course any GD goods are a treasure...

The people who know me well .... and what is important to me... i.e get me pissed and I am beyond caring., just what my birthday should be...

Little Fish in Big Pond Avoids the Sharks..

Thu, 20 Mar 2008 08:40:53 GMT

We were talking today at work about Paul McCartney's woes in his love life..

I couldn't help but feel relieved that our GD boys don't suffer the scrutiny of the media in their personal lives to extent of mainstream media. For all their fame and new found rockstardom since AI they've still managed to avoid the mainstram paparazzi. Most Joe Blows on the street wouldn't know them from a bar of soap - and I quite like it that way... They're of interest to the interested only..

Today's free train station paper had an article about the celebs who are activists for various causes or who are involved in charity work.... all the usual suspects.. but no mention of GD.. Of course every time Brangelina get off a plane in New Orleans it makes this paper...

We know and that's what matters.. If we make just one better decision in our day based on the teachings of GD, the world would be a better place...

I used my leopard print zippy shopping bag today and told Big W to stick it's plastic bag today....Times are a changin'

PHGP at San Pedro

Sat, 02 Feb 2008 11:44:38 GMT

DJ Rosstar was at Pinhead Gunpowder gig tonight .. and a new pic posted to thread on GDC...

Billie has now blonde curls... and a fugly flanny shirt.... just perfect...

A Day Seventeen Years in the Making & Finky Fibres

Fri, 01 Feb 2008 11:54:02 GMT

Today I resigned from the Bank... after 17yrs of service.. No big party.. just quietly passed my last day in employment with the only employer I've ever worked for....

A mixture of relief and fear of the unknown.. By doing this, my life has to be better than the last 2-3 years have been robbing Peter to pay Paul (literally).

I am so relieved that they offered to take me back a temp immediately so I shouldn't even miss a day's pay.

Now we're just waiting to see what the taxman is going to snavel from my final payments...

Oh and I had to make mention of floydhorse's nice GD observation. After listening to Adrienne's podcast from the VIcki Howell site, my observant pal brings to my attention that maybe Fink's black & white stripey delight was her handywork, or even their boys (who dabble).

Conspiciously absent in the crowd pics at the Key Club, it's nice to know that Adrienne was part of the experience.

Talk about Tardiness

Thu, 24 Jan 2008 11:43:49 GMT

Last time I posted was Xmas? Oops.

I turned the radio yesterday (for first time in months) to hear about Heath Ledger on news (like all the other sheep)... and blam after commercial they play...........

Warning!!!!

I can't escape them no matter how hard I try :P

Merry Xmas!!

Mon, 24 Dec 2007 15:18:52 GMT

OMG!! It's 12.48am Christmas morning at my place and Santa has been!!!

He's polished off a glass of milk & a mince tart...and left some pressies for my little chicky..

This year I finally got the new black & white chucks that I've been wanting for the last couple years.. and today made sure I had some BLACK shoelaces for them.. as Kat pointed out.. Billie wears black shoelaces in his, so no way now can I wear them with white shoelaces...We really think about this shit way to much sometimes..(Like the fact that Billie dyed his hair blonde between Oct 10th & 19th in 2000 before the Livid Festival in Brisbane - we just get so bored sometimes).

Also under my tree is my GD calendar.. my only real present on my wishlist each year.. Between that and FHTs, my GD cup is full. I also bought the CDs of Tim Armstrong, FOB & Bouncing Souls..(not that I haven't heard them a thousand times already).

It sucked real bad having to go to work today... though the bosses putting on fry up brekkie for us was a godsend with all of the Post Office Square food court shut, breakfast options were limited. Also to find out that my two hours off had been extended to four, meant that I was home by 1.30pm - just in time to take rubbish to dump & clean house XD

My Dad and my stepmum came over for dinner tonight..It went okay considering I made new salads I had never tried before..and my stepmum's pseudo-vegetarianism (she eats chicken & seafood only).. Little did I know lollies (and their gelatin) is also a no-no...meh.

Tomorrow we are home most of the day with only having to visit my hubby's dad in hospital (gall bladder removed yesterday) and then off to my hubby's nephew and partner's for Xmas Tea.. We have to take a cheesecake for dessert...Cheesecake!.. Where's the Xmas pud??? You can have cheesecake any time of year, but only Xmas pud at Xmas!! So they might not like pudding, what about something else Christmassy? (is that a word?? unlikely :P)

I'm thinking that sometime over break we're going fishing, considering Daddy & Flossie both got fishing rods for Xmas... Who'd thought that Barbie made rods & tackle boxes...LOL.. Flossie thinks the pressie under the tree is a jewelery box...sadly mistaken..Though she has been nagging about going fishing all week after watching a weekend escape doco on TV last weekend. Good way to avoid the relatives though - GONE FISHING!!!!

Merry Christmas everyone!!
(I really should sleep)

Silly Season Again..

Thu, 29 Nov 2007 21:13:24 GMT

Only one of my kitties has found a home, and the others are growing fast. My hallway is like a racetrack every morning.

This weekend it's the main event of social calendar - the work Xmas party.

We voted for the same place as last year purely on the fact that drinks would be included..

I'm not expecting it to be huge... I know what we're getting at the resort & function...This year there's no Mark to pal around with (do my hair and makeup)..with my hubby having to abstain from any booze, sweets and smoking (for appearances anyways), he's going to be in a FINE mood.

The whole reason for this party is for the clique to dress up (in this week's addition to their wardrobes) and bitch about what everyone else is wearing or how drunk they are. Lord help us but one has lost oodles of weight..and we're going to hear about it all night as she shakes her much smaller arse.

Today we have to see if we can get enough money together for the petrol money to get to the Sunshine Coast..but God I really need to get smashed and fuck my hubby senseless for a night ... in some anonymous hotel room.

Even at the cost of the net for a week it seems...

Only a Week to Go & AI Again.

Mon, 05 Nov 2007 11:18:37 GMT

With the kittens now 5wks old (I really should update more often), it's now only a week until the kitties are old enough to look at the extra 3 leaving for new homes..

We had it down to a shortlist of the Ginger & Grey staying with the two silver tabbies and the tortoiseshell having to leave. My hubby seems to change his mind every day about which (other than Ginger) that he wants to pick...

I bit the bullet today and cornered a cat woman at work and asked if she was after another... and offered the choice of the tabbies and the tortoiseshell... Her partner says no but she wants me to email photos to her to use them as a lure to change her partner's mind...Of course I'm gonna oblige... She's just the type of woman who I wanted as owners for my sweeties...With no other homes lined up, it may mean contacting the local pet shops (though that seems heartwrenching to me).

Why did Sabin have to have so many kittens? This is exactly why I never wanted any of my cats to have a litter.. I so want to keep them all... They are part of my life/family....

Today I listened to The Who, Weasel, Guttermouth, The Explosion, early AFI, and a bit of Metallica S&M... Just for a nice mix, but then on the train I gravitated to GD once again after I rewatched the Rolling Stone interview vid .... Flicked to AI and started with Are We The Waiting...

It astounds me that after all this time (2.5 years) that I still get goosebumps at the sound of Billie's voice.. That I can miss it if I don't listen to it in a day..

I still listen to AI every 2-3 days in a week.. at least a couple of songs at the minimum.. Thank goodness I don't play my CDs any more and use MP3.. I would have worn out the CD by now (although I do actually own two copies of AI - one for playing at home and one to keep)..

Bundles of Fluff & Other Stuff..

Wed, 03 Oct 2007 07:22:08 GMT

The kittens have arrived!... Three days ago I became a Grandma 5 times over when my little kitty had kitties of her own....

After having a cat nearly all of my life (bar 6mths), I've never yet seen kittens born or had a litter in my house...

But I like to experience most things at least once in my life, and my tardiness in getting Sabin's bits ripped out had a ulterior motive...

Now the hard part... choosing which one to keep... The main reason why I've never let my kitties have a litter before.. I want to keep them all. But seven cats in one house is just more than even I can handle (or feed), so I have to try to not get attached to all and network to all the cat people that I know..

Under no circumstances are any of my kitties going to anyone who isn't a full-on cat person... My kitties are give-away but only to the right homes...

Not telling my daughter that they have been born is killing me, but if she knows about them her homesickness will make the last week of stayover at Nanna's torture...

I miss her oodles... It has been nice to be on our own for the last week & a bit (though it feels guilty to be enjoying it). I can only hope that this week apart will help both her and us resolve the behaviour problems we have had...I think we just needed the time to sit back and reflect on what we were doing wrong... and how we can get back on track...

Though keeping her away from kittens until they get bigger is sure to be a point of contention...

We'll see..

McGregors

Tue, 04 Sep 2007 13:08:51 GMT

I've been watching 1039/SOSH & Kerplunk vids again after reading some nice young Billie/Mike favourites...

I haven't watched some of them for over a year, and it's interesting to watch now with more knowledge of the band's history..

I watched McGregors 1992 on the train.. and I only just now realised that Aaron Cometbus is in the background taking photos & stuff.. but I still wish that chick in the background wore a bra... Jiggly tits all the way through annoys the crap out of me.. And I don't think the woman on the train beside me appreciated seeing Dimitri for 10 mins... when was he ever gonna leave..

Funny how Tre quoted Dimitri as one of the unusual things he remembers from gigs over the years...lol..

Spey Day

Thu, 30 Aug 2007 11:47:30 GMT

My little Dookie-cat goes under the knife tomorrow morning to get her bits ripped out. As much as I love her, her antics while she's been in heat have really tested that love...

The yeee-rowllllll-yyeeee-- rowllll of each night has even affected my nights online.. I've been so tired I go to bed early because I know I'm not going to get any decent sleep...

So she's booked in for tomorrow for speying... My little girly is not going to be whole anymore...and she's going to lose that blind trust that cats have to their owner before they put them in carry cages and take them to Dr Jekyll for secret experiments that involve cold, sharp instruments...

The car ride there could be interesting seeing that she's never been in a car before. She was born under a neighbour's house 7 mths ago and we adopted her stray...

And her previously gender-confused sister Sabin has been saved from this fate for about 2 mths we're thinking - considering that she's got to be in the family way already..

After having a cat for all but 6mths of my life, I've never yet been through the experience of one of my cats having kittens.. How am I not going to want to keep them all?????

Just What I Needed

Fri, 24 Aug 2007 12:08:14 GMT

After a crap day at work performance wise (although I did save a client $772 in Govt Duties), I left work on this rainy evening on a bit of a downer...

Until I reached the tunnel to the train station and this group of buskers that usually play guitar & bass (sometimes with small amp)... They actually are the better of what we get there...

Tonight only one guy was playing and singing and his mate was just sitting with him..I had my earphones in but over it I could hear over it...

WMUWSE acoustic!!.. I had actually walked past when I heard it and was on the way up the escalator...

I've heard Good Riddance once before by a different busker there... but never WMUWSE...and not what I would expect by this group.. GD is not the usual repetoire for blind guys with grey hair....

Dork that I was I U-turned back down the wrong way on the escalator... pissing off the other commuters as I pushed back down to go back to them.

Once there, I madly tried to dig the dollar & a bit that I had in my change pocket of the sum total of $4 on me.. and due to my fat hip, stubbornly wouldn't come out of the coin pocket...

The singer's younger mate (he seemed to at least have a pulse) saw the badges on my satchel and said something to the effect about "good to see someone who appreciates the song." Hard to tell exactly what he said 'cause I still had Nimrod blaring in my earbuds... He then asked me if I had seen Simpsons yet... and about it just being "tragic".

I mumbled something like a "yeh.." now a babbling idiot - what with nearly knocking over a heap of commuters and then being unable to get my money out of my jeans..in front of a guy who was a GD fan and fairly easy on the eyes - not that I looked - married chicky that I am ;)

I just blushed madly, threw in my meager offerings and hoped he wouldnt be offended by the amount, and beat a hasty retreat back up the escalators..

Now do I care about performance targets and files completed...

I ended this day with a GD moment...

It's all good....

A New Fic Sorta Finished

Tue, 14 Aug 2007 13:41:35 GMT

Well I sorta got my draft of my GD Het story sorta done. .

I'm never really happy with my writing, and wish I could tell it so much better but I often just have a story that I want to tell.

If anyone else ever reads it or god forbid, likes it, it's a bonus to me because I think I write them just to get the idea out of my head. Something, anything creative. Fuck knows, I have no other creative ability in art or music... And working on East 12th St is mind-numbingly boring....

The greatest deterrent I have had in the past with anything creative is a dissatisfaction with my work to the point of perfectionism that actually stifles my ability to finish any projects I start, so I often end up posting them just for closure -like an admission that I have to leave it now and let it go..

I've dabbled in a few Het stories but this is the first one that actually got to a conclusive ending.

Maybe if I start now though, I might get the next Anniversary fic done in time for next July...

PS.. I know I use shocking contractions ... gonna, sorta.. Bad grammar but there is a time and place.. My blogs and crap.. who cares?? The words that come out of my characters mouths?? I usually mean for them to say it incorrectly..

How many people do you know speak in correct English at all times??

Though I do find myself always now typing Mom instead of Mum...dang blast it...

Just bury me now...

Sat, 11 Aug 2007 09:03:29 GMT

After 3 days detention with one sick kid and one sick husband (which is worse), I just wish someone would shoot me and put me out of my misery...

Throw in two female cats on heat locked in away from the toms outside and I don't know how much more I can take...

I am almost looking forward to going back to work on Monday... no more smell of eucalyptus oil and Vicks vapour rub, no whingy kid chasing cats from one end of house to the other (including under my bed every time I manage to fall into deep sleep).

A husband that doesn't want to sleep, complains he feels worn out...Won't drink a fluid unless it has bubbles in it and complains of upset stomach...But with him being a smoker, asthmatic & diabetic, he's in high risk category with this flu and I still have to watch/nag him rather than leave to his own devices or I'm gonna be a widow...

He's now parked on the fold-up bed in the lounge watching Funny Home Videos (typical)..

I swear I'm married to Homer...

Speaking of which...There was an episode last week where Homer was talking about how Bart didn't like him anymore and then Homer ignored his Dad. I swear that's the relationship that my hubby has with his dad.... to a T..

The Struggle Within

Thu, 09 Aug 2007 12:51:51 GMT

The money came through.. The pressure is off... For the first time in two years, I can relax a bit...a bit..

My marriage is prob the strongest it's been in our 17yrs together (thanks to slash of all things)...

But it still has one strain and that is my hubby's addiction to Pokie machines... He's been good for over a year...We've just never had the means for him to even think of dabbling... Or if he has it's been only minor...

Last week though most of his pay went within a few hours... and I got some bullshit story about car trouble again...If only the Trans Hotel didn't have a pokie room close to the train station....

Do you confront him with your doubts and make a rift over your lack of trust? Or do you bite your tongue and keep your doubts to yourself?

I did the latter all week.... until I just told him straight up in middle of Kmart that I'm not stupid... I knew about last week...the Bank statements had confirmed my doubts.

No denial, just contriteness....His fear of detection had faded along with the bullshit over the week...His guilt must have been eating away at him...He knows he has a problem..

He's now come to me wanting help again.... I now get his Bank keycard and he only gets to draw pin money next payday... We've done this once before and it worked.. If I don't get this sorted now.. the same cycle will begin again..

An Anniversary of Sorts

Wed, 04 Jul 2007 16:11:37 GMT

Okay, I just realised the date after my last post... The fourth just slipped by without me noticing... Being on holidays just sorta does that to me... I'm lucky if I know the day of the week let alone the date..

Anniversary of what?... Not my wedding or something traditional like that...The day Green Day saved my life.

That cliche? Yeah.

The day I wanted to just walk away from my life and die...

I was told at work on the phone that I had been declined for the loan that would ease our problems of the commitments of two people on one income while my husband unfit to work... The constant arrears phone calls with people demanding payment.. (which eventually stopped when our phone was disconnected and cancelled)..  The prospect of no relief from the constant demand for money for at least a year...

I never liked the phone but now, I feel physically ill every time it rings..

After six months of being hounded for money that we just didnt have...(Hmm pay the credit card...or buy food this fortnight for my kid??) getting declined for the only way I could see us get by, was like the straw that broke the camel's back..

I walked out of work and just stopped in Post Office Square rather than just continue to the train as usual.. I just wanted to walk away in another direction..to some other life... or end this one.... I didn't want to go home again... The thought of leaving Rhianna to never know what became of her mother stopped me....

And the thought of never hearing the next Green Day album stopped me from wishing myself dead.  Going to hell (I'll be disappointed if I don't - all the fun people are there) before Billie, Mike & Tre wasn't an option..

So I put on American Idiot on my Zen and continued my journey home..

~*~

So a year later, what's happened?

Still in the shit... so much so that I know that I can never get finance again... Never get a loan for our own home...

My credit card is $2000 over it's limit... We're behind in the rates (which my father would kill me if he knew - it just guts me every time we visit him to pretend everything is okay)..

Everything that we can spare has been hocked... My bass and amp gone.... All to pay the interest on loans for things that have since been hocked anyways... So we have huge personal debts with no assets to show for them...

I have just got 15 years service at work.. and all I have to show for it is half of a clapped out car.. and some CDs...
Only my GD ones remain... all rest have been hocked...My hubby knows that my GD things are the only last tangible things that I need to hold on to...  to help me cope..

Now I know I'm not guiltless.. Yes I suck when it comes to money... but I just would once like to be not in arrears with someone... Just when we get somewhere close to being okay.. some shit happens (whether mechanical failure or gambling addiction) and I get plunged back in the mire again. And when I do have some money, I usually spend it because for that one day I want to be like everyone else. I can't remember when I bought new clothes, underwear, shoes.. Must be least two years or more... No haircuts since November last year..

And to watch people buying all sorts of useless crap around me...Worrying about getting the latest shoes and clothes... jewelry.. overseas trips... When I have to drink my coffee black at work some weeks cause I don't have $2 left to buy a carton of milk.

My hubby has just got a regular job again after 10yrs of crap taxi work...a regular income and regular hours ... Though I know from past experience not to count my chickens... but for fuck's sake.. just one break after ~~ten~~ two years of being in the shit would be nice...

And I've submitted my tax return and expecting a refund that won't solve all my problems, but at least pay off the most pressing demands..and maybe stop the phone calls.

Just a couple more weeks to go... If they can ALL just wait a couple more weeks...

A Most Beautiful Day Remembered

Wed, 04 Jul 2007 15:24:42 GMT

This week I've been downloading Award Videos from GDC.. Getting all the vids that I lost previously.. the performances, the interviews and acceptance speeches ... and then moving/collecting pics from each event from Pic Vault to be all held together when I'm finished...

For sure the event that I have (and everyone else it seems) is the MTV VMAs in Miami... I remember being arsy enough to have the day off from work and watching it live... Though not much was actually telecast. the 300 odd pics from the day make it so memorable..

I sorta also get the feeling that it was also like a last day of innocence for them... the horror of Hurricane Katrina only a day or so away.

Now I wasn't real keen on Billie's white jacket at first (Miami+white jacket =Miami Vice).. But the man never looked more gorgeous than that day.. Good hair, skin, makeup, cool shades.. and LEATHER PANTS.... just nailed the look that day.

Since then, some really huge versions of pics have emerged.. I love that the pics are so big that you can even see his eyes thru the shades..

And that the one act of lifting up his shades can be photographed on at least 4 different angles... It seems the photographers know the worth of seeing Billie's eyes..

Overtime.. and more Overtime and a Green Day at work

Thu, 15 Mar 2007 10:51:52 GMT

The 4am cab rides to the city are giving me lots of time to watch my Zen in the dark. I'm getting to watch all those lovely vids before I get to work..

Being the only one there, I can not have to worry about the volume of GD, AFI, Dillinger Four, Pinhead Gunpowder, SNFU, Guttermouth, Rancid, The Explosion, The Matches blaring from my workstation...

Tomorrow is "Green Day" at work.. for St Patrick's Day... God I wish I had one of those Irish Soccer GD T-shirts.. but my green tour shirt from SYDNEY SCG 14/12/2005 will just HAVE to do :D They didnt realise what they had said until I stood up and cheered when they told us..

And I think I'm gonna listen to nothing but GD tomorrow (my whole 12hr shift :P).. though today I have listened to heaps of Metallica (in honour of Tasyfa & looking_spiffy's amazing story)...Metallica is a lot more interesting when listening with slashy ears...

Why GD Is So Important in My Life

Sun, 11 Feb 2007 04:54:55 GMT

My financial troubles fuels my reliance on my internet. When you can't do things cause you can afford the petrol to get you there, you have to look online to get out of the enclosure of your walls.

The constant stress of wondering how you're gonna afford to buy the groceries at the end of the week or which creditor is going to call, you lock away and immerse yourself in the latest updates on your favourite sites. The search for an elusive treasure in GD land to distract you from reality and help you get through each day.

A New Year.. & New Resolutions

Thu, 11 Jan 2007 08:59:59 GMT

Okay... this is one of my resolutions ... to write more bullshit on this thing..

The Christmas party was sorta a success... found new bruises for days that I can't remember getting...Had a tit mishap with my new bikini in middle of Maroochydore beach..Mark the fucker just pissed himself laughing so much he couldn't tell me... I forgot about the dangers of bikini tops.. seeing it's been 25 yrs since I've worn one..I probably didn't even have any tits worth mentioning in those days.... I told Paul about the mishap... seeing a workmate (& all half of Maroochydore) has seen his wife's tit, I thought it was worth mentioning...

And after weird hormonal changes and a near vomit of Toasted Christmas ham sandwich at work on Dec 27th, let's just say I've had some anxious moments this cycle... but I had the best reason to celebrate on New Years Eve (yay I got my rag!).

In the last month, I've managed to give my 16yo cat a heart attack (literally - I gave her a bath and she died then & there)... and lost the new replacement one (forgot to shut the window). I think I'm jinxed.

Mark is going away to Malaysia for holidays in a few weeks ... think of all the nice quiet time on the train that I might have to scribble...and all the naughty food I won't buy on breaks...that should help my other resolutions to write more & get my weight down.

Wed, 06 Dec 2006 05:05:25 GMT

The social event of the year for my humdrum life looms... the work Xmas Party. The one night I get babysitter and can drink until I'm no longer "responsible", cause my daughter is at my sister-in-law's. The night I get drunk and say shit I hope no one will remember on Monday morning. Just like last year.... BMWs? *cringe*

And there's something about shagging in a hotel room that is so much more fun than the bedroom at home. I rate a hotel room by it's bathroom and how conducive it is to fucking. Sex in strange bathrooms :P

Here's hoping..

A Good/Bad Day, but a Good Night

Thu, 02 Nov 2006 10:07:39 GMT

Mark read my story on the train/at morning tea today..I just had to let him read before I posted. I was so nervous as he read it, felt all fragile, scared that he was going to have to point out where I'd gone wrong. But his reactions was a few chuckles and one word change... but I liked his choice more so it's a goa. I went back to my desk feeling so relieved...

Then at lunch we descended out of GDland/my happy place to the real world.. Trying to work out some way for me to manage to pay the bills & buy food for the next month before my hubby gets told he can't work anymore. Friggin' PMS left me blubbing like a babe in the lunchroom... back at my desk... in front of my boss... Then having the embarrassment of everyone wondering what's wrong...Fuck...I normally can keep it under control, but not today..

So tonight I'm going to post my story I think..And visit GDland again..

Another Lazy Sunday Afternoon

Sun, 29 Oct 2006 03:18:57 GMT

This first weekend in over a month where I've not been drunk or sick with the flu...

My chapters finished.. well as much as I think I want them to be... I really need to let the story go... stop redoing...and finally post the ending, just so I have closure. I was gonna let Mark read it first and get his opinion, but I really don't think I want to edit.. maybe just take note for next time, and leave it as it is.

And once again today, I just had to poke my nose in at the GDC forum to convert & upload The Saints Are Coming vid to the forum.. Like K says, I tend to overmanage... I can't just let things pass...I just try to help everyone...I feel failure when I can't...

My (Very Delayed) Tale of Angst

Fri, 20 Oct 2006 12:50:33 GMT

Yeah, remember me?... I posted the last chapter in June I think.. I'm all but forgotten ..

A hard drive crash that wiped out a month of my GD life, and my only full copy of my file (Thank god I had posted the first 11 chaps!!!)

But if I finish this fucker.. it's gonna be posted just for the satisfaction of actually finishing it... I know it's crap .. but for me it's important to post.. just so I can say that I finished it.. That it's not going to join the collection of half-knitted, half-sewen, half-crocheted,half-cross-stitched collection of creative endeavours I've attempted in my life.

Once this is done... on to the bass practice I never do..